Chapter 154: Miranda's Deepest Feelings

"Eh?"

Leon froze, his eyes widening slightly as he stared at Miranda.

After a moment, he came to his senses and asked hesitantly, "Are you sure that you didn't see him?"

"Yes, Master," Miranda replied with a slight nod before continuing, "I did not see the white-haired middle-aged man you mentioned or anyone else when you were at the altar. All I saw was you, frozen in place, with both hands gripping the hilt of the Great Sword of Chaos, completely motionless."

Leon frowned, feeling a bit uneasy upon hearing this.

If what Miranda said was true, then his encounter with the white-haired middle-aged man must have been a hallucination, didn't it?

However, it didn't feel like a hallucination or a dream; it felt very real.

The conversation with the man, his warning not to draw the Great Sword of Chaos because it was not yet time, and his knowledge about the poison inside him—all of it remained vivid in Leon's memory.

Now, after hearing Miranda say that there was no one else at the altar, it left him with an eerie feeling—a sense of unease creeping over him.

'Damn it! Am I really hallucinating?' Leon wondered, a headache throbbing as he tried to make sense of it.

Meanwhile, Miranda, seeing Leon's crumpled expression and realizing he wasn't joking, fell into deep thought.

The only person she knew with white hair was the Demon Emperor, Amon Crimson. Yet, he had died over 7,000 years ago, so it couldn't be him.

'A white-haired middle-aged man, huh?' Miranda whispered, blinking a few times.

If what her master said was true, then this figure was extremely powerful to have evaded her detection.

However, in this world, no one should be that powerful; not even the First Hero of Mankind, Luminus Troya, or the Demon Emperor Amon Crimson from 7,000 years ago could have possibly escaped her detection.

'So, who is he, and how could he possibly evade my detection?'

After a moment's thought, Miranda couldn't find the answer and quickly discarded her curiosity.

With a shake of her head, she turned to Leon and gave him a soft, soothing smile.

"We'd better set this matter aside for now, Master," Miranda said softly. "If the white-haired middle-aged man you mentioned does indeed exist and prevented you from drawing the Great Sword of Chaos at that time, then he must have a purpose and some business with you."

"Although I don't know if his intentions were good or evil, he will surely appear again in the future. When that happens, we can uncover his motives, right?"

Upon hearing Miranda's words, Leon nodded in agreement and fixed her with a stern look.

"Yes, you're right, Miranda," Leon agreed. "That middle-aged man seems to have a purpose and business with me, and he might come back in the future."

Although he was indeed curious, Miranda's words rang true. If that day arrived, he could determine whether the white-haired, middle-aged man was real or merely a figment of his imagination.

Furthermore, if the middle-aged man did exist, he could uncover his intentions and motives for approaching him.

"Um! Then let's not waste any more time here. Let's proceed to the altar to promptly address our matters," Miranda remarked, her smile charming as she took Leon's hand and led him along.

As Miranda suddenly gripped his hand tightly, Leon was somewhat surprised, but he didn't dwell on it.

Swiftly, the two walked hand in hand towards the end of the hall, where a large, wide black altar awaited them.

After a while of walking, the two finally arrived in front of the first flight of stairs to the altar.

As Leon lifted his gaze upward and beheld the grand structure before him, awe inevitably enveloped him once again.

Although he had seen it before, he had not had the opportunity to examine it thoroughly.

Now, as he observed it in more detail, the altar appeared magnificent, adorned with intricate blue and red carvings embellishing its walls.

"Let's head upstairs," Miranda invited, once again pulling Leon's hand towards the stairs. Sёarch* The Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Leon nodded and followed Miranda up the steps one by one.

After ascending the stairs, the two arrived at the summit of the altar, where their gazes were irresistibly drawn to the center, where a beautiful black sword with red patterns adorning its blade was firmly lodged.

Miranda smiled as she looked at the sword. The Great Sword of Chaos was her true body, and naturally, she felt a deep attachment to it.

Meanwhile, as Leon beheld the Great Sword of Chaos in the center of the altar, he was overwhelmed by a profound sense of longing and attachment, as though the sword belonged to him.

This feeling bore a striking resemblance to the emotions and attachment he held for his Holy Sword of Zenith.

Additionally, the power of chaos infused into his body by Miranda stirred slightly, seemingly delighted by the sight of the sword.

Without hesitation, they walked to the center and stopped right in front of the sword.

Miranda released her grip on Leon's hand and stepped closer to the Great Sword of Chaos, positioning herself beside it as she turned to face Leon.

"Master, your current task is to draw the Great Sword of Chaos, and afterwards, your consciousness will automatically return to your body," Miranda explained briefly, a beautiful smile blooming on her lips.

Upon hearing this, Leon nodded slightly, but he sensed an implication in her words that she might leave him, which made him feel somewhat uneasy.

Prompted by this discomfort, Leon asked cautiously, "Are you going to leave me behind after this?"

Miranda was stunned for a moment, blinking a few times before finally chuckling.

"Why do you think that?" Miranda inquired, her gentle gaze and beautiful smile still blooming on her lips.

"Well, for some reason, your words earlier made me think that way," Leon admitted with a somewhat embarrassed smile.

Miranda smiled at his embarrassment and shook her head.

"Don't worry, Master. I will never leave you," she assured him, walking closer and looking at him gently before hugging him tightly.

As Miranda suddenly hugged him, Leon's body stiffened, a shocked expression on his face.

"You..." Leon began, quickly coming to his senses and looking down at Miranda, unsure of what to say.

"Hehehe!" Miranda giggled, showing no intention of releasing her embrace on Leon.

Burying her face in his broad chest, Miranda closed her eyes, savoring his scent while tightening her embrace.

"More than 7,000 years have passed, and I've been waiting for your arrival all that time, you know?" Miranda whispered softly, her words echoing in Leon's ears.

"Throughout those years, I have endured loneliness in this great hall and altar, hoping you would come and free me from this solitude." Miranda paused, slowly moving her face away from Leon's chest to look up at his handsome face.

With her delicate white hand, she caressed his face lovingly and said gently, "Although 7,000 years is a long time to wait, I feel grateful and happy that you have finally come to me, Master."

As Leon heard her words and saw the relieved smile on her lips, his heart skipped a beat, and his breath came in short gasps.

Within her words, Leon could discern the depth of emotion and loneliness Miranda had endured.

Seven thousand years... It was not a short time, but an unusually long period.

Yet Miranda had been waiting for him all that time, a testament to her profound loneliness.

Seeing her beautiful face filled with relief, Leon felt a surge of emotion and, unable to resist, hugged her tightly.

"Thank you for waiting for me, Miranda..." Leon remarked gently, his fingers tenderly running through her exquisitely beautiful purple locks.

Miranda smiled sweetly at his gratitude, savoring his touch.

Closing her eyes, she replied affectionately, "You're welcome, Master."

*Whoosh!*

Suddenly, Miranda's body began to shine brightly, taking Leon by surprise.

"Miranda..." Leon started to ask, but Miranda pressed her index finger to his lips.

"I'm fine, Master, but I probably won't appear for the next few days because I need to rest," she said, burying her face in Leon's chest and closing her eyes.

Leon breathed a sigh of relief and ran a hand through his purple hair, whispering, "Alright, please rest, and I'll wait for you..."

"Um..." Miranda nodded slightly.

*Buzz!*

Suddenly, the light emanating from her body grew brighter before splitting into fragments that flew straight toward the Great Sword of Chaos.

Watching this scene, Leon smiled and took a deep breath, his gaze turning resolute.

"Let's begin!"