Chapter 124

Chapter 124

Joint Combat Practice 2 (10)

Adel Ceris, the next Saintess.

Her name was known among the high priests of Seonghwang Temple.

She was the talent to fill the vacancy left by the last Saintess, Elnir, after her death. Her fame was already so lofty that no one dared to lightly speak her name.

The title of Saintess, showered with the blessing of the divine Telos at the pinnacle of the Holy City, was not bestowed upon just anyone. To qualify, one needed innate purity and grace, and an ability to accept the immense divine power and respond effortlessly to the sacred laws.

Adels power was so vast that rumors spread of her being the reincarnation of Lord Telos himself.

Her wondrous ability to twist divine power and use it like her own mana stirred rumors that her sanctified magical arts might even surpass the realm of sacred magic.

Her foresight, pulling the threads of time to gaze into the future, was considered an undeniable miracle, breaching the decrees of fate.

Be it her long, honey-colored hair or her habit of strumming a lyre with a serene smile, Adel exuded dignity. Even in a blouse and skirt from her days scraping by in the slums, she radiated an indescribable holy aura.

Yet, even she was not without flaw.

Her origins from a lowly orphanage in the commercial city of Oldeuk, possessing such immense divine power yet incapable of controlling it by herself.

These aspects occasionally became her Achilles heel. However, despite her shortcomings, there was no one more fitting than her to take over the vacant position of the next Saintess.

Having received the Saintesss baptism and the blessing of the sacred laws, Adel was just about to ascend to the position of the next Saintess.

With the approval of the Holy Emperor and the archbishops, as well as the support of the bishops, only the final rite of the Saints Stigma remained.

In the plaza before Seonghwang Temple, under the midday light, she would prick her finger with a dagger and let her blood drip into the holy water a ritual that would publicly unveil her as the new Saintess before the masses.

On the eve of her Saints Stigma baptism, sitting alone at the very top of Seonghwang Temples spire, Adel closed her eyes gently while gazing up at the night sky.

From the orphanage in Oldeuk to the top of Seonghwang Temple, she had experienced an unbelievable rise in status in just a few months. She was not quite accustomed to the pace, but Adel had a sense of the worlds flow.

Yet, upon receiving the Saintesss baptism and feeling the intensified divine power coursing through her, she began to glimpse fragments of a new future.

A previously unclear tendril of the future seemed to slip into her hands, and she focused intently, eyes wide open.

And in the night sky bloomed a vision of her own future, something she had not seen before

Bang!

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The following morning, the archbishops office doors swung open violently.

A priest rushed in, urgently reporting to the archbishop, who scrunched his brow in perplexity upon hearing the news.

! !

Everything had been planned out. Once todays rite of the Saints Stigma was performed, the emergence of a new Saintess would be proclaimed, and the existence of the next Saintess, known only among the clergy of Seonghwang Temple, would be revealed to the world.

However, Adel Ceris, who had been designated as the next Saintess, abandoned her position on the eve of her rise.

After much commotion and several conflicts, Adel would not ascend to the position of the Saintess of Seonghwang Temple.

Acknowledged for her immense divine power as a clergy member, she was appointed as the caretaker of the sacred flame atop the spire of Seonghwang Temple. Despite the prestige, it was a position with not much work to be done.

In the end, the girl sat upon the peak of Seonghwang Temple, plucking her lyre and living as a leisurely poet.

Thus, the position of the Saintess remained vacant for a long while.

The rumors of a new Saintess slowly subsided, dismissed as mere talk.

Only stories of a cheerful romanticist atop the pinnacle of Seonghwang Temple circulated among the lower clergy.

Five years passed since those events.

It took this long for Claris to be acclaimed as Saintess, revered by all the believers in the Holy City.

Possessed of such enormous divine power that it seemed hogged Gods love, she had remarkable adaptability to the sacred laws and a naturally sanctified charisma and appearance.

Watching Claris receiving the Saints Stigma baptism on the plaza in front of Seonghwang Temple, Adel laid her lyre down beside her.

In the high noon sky, a massive crowd of believers cheered in celebration of the birth of the new Saintess.

Looking down from heaven, would God see this scene the same way?

Adel pondered this fleeting thought, watching Claris with sad eyes.

* * *

I didnt expect you to be so ostentatious, Senior Ed.

The remark was tossed offhandedly.

They were at the entrance to the Macses Bridge in the carriage depot. Since most carriages passing through the bridge stopped here, it essentially served as a meeting point among tradespeople.

As it was firmly within Elte Companys territory, when Loritel stepped into the depot, the employees all widened their eyes and bowed deeply.

Its like overnight Youd think someone was under hypnosis.

Its a long story, actually.

Loritel and I consciously avoided looking behind us.

There, at the entrance to the depot, was a window obstructing our view, and on the other side, Saintess Claris was looking in with her moist, eager eyes stuck to the glass.

Behind her were two knights looking awkward and behind them were passersby curiously peeking at why the once lofty and dignified Saintess was now in such a sorry state clinging to a window.

Even after leaving Neal Hall together, Claris clung to me incessantly, drawing the attention wherever we went.

If I tried to distance myself or create some space, she would start sobbing and grab my arm, leaving me unable to do anything properly.

Entering the carriage depot, gathering information was impossible without drawing undue attention, so we decided to leave the Saintess in the carriage yet there she has stood, looking like a lost puppy through the window, thwarting everything.

Loritel sighed deeply and quietly called the owner over to the counter.

Bending his back like a scythe, the owner responded with caution, wary of upsetting Loritels mood. Upon Loritels enquiry, the owner wiped sweat from his forehead and retreated behind the counter.

Returning to his seat, Loritel dragged me to the corner onto a waiting bench, sitting me down beside him.

Sure, you said it was urgent, but did you have a good enough reason to abandon the last match of the joint combat practice and rush here?

I had followed his lead, so now it was time for an explanation.

I slouched and sighed, unsure of where to start, especially as I could see Claris frustrated face right outside the window just by glancing up.

Considering the importance of the reason, Im calculating how much to charge you. I always try to be cooperative with Senior Ed, you know that but my services arent cheap, as you are well aware.

Sure I know.

Loritel was smiling, but it was tinged with frustration. His visage seemed to consciously avoid looking out the window.

Compared to the price of my life theres quite a lot of change left, isnt there?

His voice trembled slightly, but maintaining this level of rationality was already beyond human mental strength.

We dont need change.

Thats good. Its quite the profitable deal, isnt it. Do we have time to explain everything?

Unfortunately, we dont. As you can see.

The shadow cast from the broken window belonged to Bellvbroc, the holy dragon that covered Aken Island.

There was a sense of awe, beyond fear, in the sight of him looking down upon the academy, screaming horrifically.

Lortel unfolded the blood-stained note and handed it to me.

Thirteen pieces of eyewitness information. Most seem to come from magical goods merchants. It seems the emperor and archbishop used concealment formations and moved through secluded streets, leading a separate troop. Most of the other attendants headed directly to Trix Hall. The information was hastily gathered and incomplete, but they all point to one location.

Where?

The cathedral inside the faculty building of the academy. The place prepared for the professors and students who are followers of the Telos church.

Why would they need to hide their movements to get there?

They must have done so for a reason.

The Telos church cathedral within the academy was located at a corner of the faculty building. It was larger than expected because a considerable number of students and faculty were believers of Telos.

It wasnt strange for the emperor and archbishop to visit the cathedral within the academy.

However, sneaking in only with a separate troop was odd. Especially, heading to the cathedral right after arriving on Aken Island before any other schedule was certainly strange.

Lortel, still clutching my wound, stared straight into my eyes, trying to suppress his trembling voice.

Lets get out of here.

* * *

Claris was forcibly pulling the half-crushed door of the storage that wouldnt open.

Looking around already she was surrounded by those drenched in blood. Although she herself was safe thanks to the protection of the holy law, she couldnt save the two knights who tried to protect her.

Ugh Kuk!

Claris face seemed halfway between tears and desperation as she pulled at the door, but with her limited strength, it was a tough task. Just as she was about to try breaking it using her holy magic

Bang!

The door smashed open from a strong burst of magic from the inside.

Out came Lortel, supporting the injured Ed.

Ed senior! No not like this!

Claris gulped back her breath. Eds death, which she had seen dozens of times, etched like a trauma; she shivered at the sight of him bleeding.

Despite Claris reaction, Ed lifted his head to signal he was okay. But Claris, unfazed, rushed to him and kept stroking his face.

Senior Ed Senior Ed

Claris, oblivious to the rest, was purely focused on checking Eds injuries, her eyes welling up.

We can still make it, barely. The wound is deep but we can reach the faculty building. Its fortunate.

Despite the tumultuous situation, Lortel looked up at the holy dragon covering the sky, shuddered for a moment, but then clenched his teeth, maintaining composure. Despite saying one can remain rational in any situation, it was inevitable for the mind to be shaken when circumstances spun out so quickly.

Release the horses bridle. We need to ride it out of here.

Brushing aside the holy woman who was making a fuss over Ed, Lortel followed Eds instruction, quickly unfastened the horse from the wagon, and started to lead it out.

He grabbed the saddle from the carriages cargo hold and swiftly fastened it on the horses back with lightning speed.

Its already tough with a saddle, but two people can barely ride. One of us will have to stay.

Saint Claris and I need to go. Its a long story, but

At those words, Lortel gave both Ed and Claris a piercing look. Ed, holding the saddle tight, and Claris, clinging to Ed with tears, next to the holy dragon poised to bring destruction from above. Despite the continuous confusing tumult, Lortel let out a sigh, using it to clear his thoughts.

Hurry, Saint.

Oh, ah

Ed quickly grabbed the bridle and mounted, and then Lortel pushed Claris up after him.

The two of them made such a scene as they rode off, like lovers eloping Lortel couldnt help but feel a burning sensation inside.

Im sure Senior Ed has his reasons. The situation is flowing so urgently, we dont have time to spare, so Ill trust Senior Ed completely.

Suddenly, Lortel said so, clutching one side of the saddle.

Thanks, Lortel. Ill definitely repay this debt later.

No, you should pay it back now.

Lortel put a foot on the saddle and yanked himself up, pulling Eds upper body down from the horse.

He kissed him deeply and then, with a swift move, jumped back down from the horse.

Ah Eee??

Claris, her face turning crimson, covered her mouth in astonishment and confusion, letting out a sigh.

Thats two for you, Senior Ed.

It was an instant act, almost like telling Claris to take a good look.

Well, I need to keep my insurance too.

And then, with a sly smile, he looked at Claris.

Sainthood has its rules too. If you carelessly cling to something someone else has marked things tend to get complicated.

Innocent Claris didnt know how to retort and was left stammering.

Ed, also taken aback, looked wide-eyed at Lortel, who gave him that sly smile again and slapped the horses rump.

Time was of the essence. Before he could say anything in response, the horse dashed off with a neigh.

Watching the horse trot away, Lortel turned to look up at the sky.

If Im not confused the era of calamity where the holy dragon wreaked havoc should have ended three hundred years ago

The magnificence radiated from its enormous form. Staring at it, Lortel managed to smile.

The one who laughs in the face of danger is the one who wins in the end. This time, too, he sincerely hoped that the proverb would hold true.