Chapter 1502 Gears Turn

Chapter 1502 Gears Turn

Isadora could have chased him.

The power differential between them was too great.

A rank 9 and rank 3 wasn't even a competition.

But there were two reasons she didn't.

First and foremost, she was in a state of self-imposed restriction, keeping her strength only at rank 5.

This was to prepare herself for sealing the devil. By compressing the aura and restricting its usage, she was pushing herself to become more efficient in using it.

In principle, it worked similar to running with weights on to build stamina.

She was ready to remove that restriction if this man was really a devil. Since he wasn't, she was reluctant to stop the training session.

To show best results, it had to be carried on for 30 days. This was 23rd day already. She didn't want to waste the efforts she put in until now.

Second and while she didn't give this reason enough importance, a part of Isadora's mind, perhaps the irrational one, told her that despite everything, this man had her good intentions in his mind.

That she'd regret harming him.

It was a very very strong emotion, one that had no reason to be there. And yet, it gripped her so tight that she let him go.

Once he's out of her perception range, the emotions dissipated like vapor and Isadora looked at the sky with a sluggish gaze.

'I...what am I doing?'

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"Princess Isadora, do you understand how your actions would be percieved if revealed to the public?" A stern voice said in a subdued volume, as if he was trying to keep himself from yelling.

Kaaaa! Kacha!

The creaking armrest which eventually cracked under his iron grip was scarier than any yelling would've been.

The ministers in the court hall almost jumped to their feet, their damp clothes still an understatement of the nervousness clutching their hearts.

The king, an old man with long blonde hair, narrowed his eyes at Isadora who didn't even flinch.

'Something is different. She wasn't like this before!'

The king hadn't transcended into the mythical path but his power was in another realm compared to theirs.

A pseudo divine ranker was just too difficult to be killed by a couple of peak rank 9s.

So, they waited.

Holding their hearts from exploding out of the nerve wrecking tension, the ministers hoped the King would kill only a few today.

That's the only way for them to survive.

Who would survive and who would die?

That's up to heaven and the king who ruled this piece of land under the heaven.

But this was the best bet they had. The only bet, in fact.

"Do not make any mistakes in the preparation, Princess Isadora."

The King's words were unbelievable. How could the tyrant forgive the provocation?

"As you instruct, your majesty." Isadora bowed lightly before heading out.

Looking at her receeding silhouttee, the King narrowed his eyes.

He would've usually punished her severely for threatening him but stopped as he realized something strange.

'The powers of order, chaos, life, death, space, time and soul. The traces are very, very small. But I can be sure of it. They're from the same source. What the hell is going on?'

Isadora had met a being or a thing that had all these powers.

It couldn't be an artifact. The best they could any of the kingdoms could pull of was three paths. Trying it with seven paths would only explode the damn thing.

Then was it a person?

That's even more absurd.

Just like the myths of divine ranks, there were also myths of Supreme Gods, who wielded the power of all the paths in their avenue.

And they're only the ones who could wield the power of multiple paths.

'She has chanced upon something precious...the secret that will let me reach the divine ranks. Yes, she is the key.'

The King's eyes shone.