Chapter 78: An Incredibly Beautiful Bow Hero—Luna Noir

Holy Orthodoxy—The Hall of Gods

"Brother Leon... I miss you so much..." powered-by-MvLeMpYr

Sitting on the throne, Arshley's beautiful yet sorrowful expression conveyed her longing as she gazed at a portrait of a handsome man, none other than Leon.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as her gaze remained fixed on Leon's smiling face in the photo.

The thought of Leon, possibly injured and in hiding after his defeat against the Demon Emperor, weighed heavily on her heart, causing her chest to ache and tighten.

"Brother Leon, I'm sorry I couldn't protect or take care of you as I promised when we were children," Arshley said, her voice heavy with sorrow, hugging the photo tightly as if unwilling to let go.

Leon was, to her, the most cherished and significant person in the world.

Ever since childhood, Arshley has been an orphaned girl with no knowledge of her parentage.

At that time, the previous saint of Holy Orthodoxy took her, declaring that she had a destiny intertwined with the fate of Holy Orthodoxy.

Since then, she has been meticulously cared for and groomed to fulfill her destiny as the next saint of the Holy Orthodox.

However, for a five-year-old girl who had always lived alone, such a sudden change in identity naturally felt uncomfortable.

Furthermore, residing in an unfamiliar environment and lacking companions her age in the Holy Orthodox Hall, she grew introverted, without a single friend with whom to converse or play.

Until one day...

"Hey there! You're really cute and pretty! How about we become siblings? I'll be your big brother, and you'll be my little sister!"

The voice of that handsome boy, who was her age, still resonated vividly in her mind.

He had been the light in her lonely heart, introducing her to the feelings of happiness and security for the first time.

"Huh..." Arshley sighed softly as she slowly returned from her reverie.

With a tender touch, she glanced down at the photo of Leon in her hand and gently ran her fingers over the face captured within.

"The Fated One... If you truly are the one mentioned in the ancient manuscript, brother, I'm certain that you won't meet your end in the desert of chaos," she murmured with a face full of affection and love.

Edward's words about Leon, likely being 'the fated one' mentioned in the ancient manuscript from 7,000 years ago, still lingered in her mind.

While these were merely Edward's assumptions and speculations, Arshley desperately clung to this hope.

Believing in this possibility helped her retain her sanity and sustained her longing to reunite with her dear brother, Leon.

"Don't worry, brother. I'll mobilize the entire Holy Orthodox army to search for you and bring you back, even if I have to search to the ends of the world."

"And even if it means going to war with the Demon Race, I won't hesitate. I'll break Holy Orthodoxy's 7,000-year promise if I have to," Arshley declared, her gentle blue eyes turning cold and determined as she spoke.

Her brother meant everything to her, and she wouldn't hesitate to kill or destroy anyone who caused him harm, even if it was the Demon Emperor.

As Arshley contemplated while gazing at the picture of Leon in her hand, her eyes suddenly widened.

Rising swiftly from the throne chair, she raised one hand and exclaimed loudly, "Ethereal Radiance!"

Instantly, a golden shield-shaped magic barrier appeared to protect her.

*Bang!*

Suddenly, an attack from an unknown direction struck the magic barrier with tremendous force.

*Crack... Boom!*

The shield-shaped barrier shattered into pieces upon impact.

Arshley's serene expression behind her veil shifted to one of cold anger.

"Who dares to attack me!?" Her furious voice reverberated throughout the hall, filled with potent killing intent.

"Huh, you're still as fierce as ever, Arshley. I'm puzzled at how Leon can like someone who pretends to be graceful but is truly hypocritical."

Suddenly, a beautiful yet cold female voice resonated from the doorway of the hall of gods, catching Arshley off guard.

She swiftly directed her attention towards the voice's source and spotted an exceptionally beautiful woman making her way towards her.

The woman's exceptional beauty was enhanced by the heroic aura emanating from her cold and indifferent countenance, creating a striking contrast.

Her long, black hair, tied in a ponytail with bangs, added to her charm, setting her apart from other women.

Dressed in a form-fitting white robe that delicately outlined her flawless body proportions without emphasizing her chest or buttocks excessively, she embodied the epitome of perfection desired by women across the world.

However, what is most striking about this woman is her remarkably long and beautiful legs, giving her the appearance of being taller than the average woman.

Upon seeing the beautiful woman, Arshley's expression shifted from shock to hateful rage in an instant.

"Luna... What are you doing here? And did you attack me just now?" Arshley's palms clenched, her tone devoid of any warmth or familiarity.

If there was anyone in the world whom Arshley loved and cared for more than anyone else, it would be Leon.

On the contrary, if there was anyone whom she hated and antagonized the most, it was the woman before her eyes, Luna Noir, one of the three heroes known as the Bow Hero.

Certainly, the reason she harbored such intense hatred and animosity towards Luna stemmed from the fact that Luna was the person closest to Leon besides herself. Sёarch* The NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

As heroes and bearers of the heroes' destiny, Leon and Luna were brought to and raised in the Hall of Holy Orthodox when they were five years old.

Consequently, their relationship could be described as incredibly close, given their childhood friendship.

Arshley, who entered the Hall of Holy Orthodox a bit later, always regarded Luna as her rival, as they both vied for Leon's attention and affection.

Upon hearing Arshley's question, Luna responded with a sardonic smile, pausing deliberately near the stairs that led to the throne.

With an air of calm indifference, she lifted her gaze to Arshley, who stood atop the stairs, and asked, "If indeed I were the one who attacked, so what?"