Chapter 349 Don’t Believe Whatever Your Sister Said About Me

Rianna's sister, Shana, stood on the deck of the Battleship of the Valkyries as she gazed at the Island in the distance.

They had just left the Dvalinn Federation a day ago after a quick stopover to refuel and restock their food and water supplies.

"I've only seen him on TV, but now I'm about to see him in person," Shana murmured to herself.

The young lady who had been forced to listen to her sister's stories about Zion had a complicated look on her face.

Shana was part of the 68th Battalion. But, due to her duties as the Saintess, she was always with the Hero Party, the group the Central Government formed by putting together the strongest Wanderers among the Young Generation.

Everyone had high expectations from them, and truth be told, the pressure was sometimes too much to bear.

If it weren't for her sister and her party always supporting and encouraging her, she would've definitely felt miserable while forcing herself to meet everyone's expectations.

This was also why Rianna wanted her to meet Zion. The former believed that her sister could learn a thing or two from the teenage boy, who was three years younger than Shana.

While the Saintess was deep in thought, a teasing voice sounded from behind her, snapping her out of her daze.

"Excited to meet that Mascot, Shana?"

As Shana turned to look behind her, her sight was welcomed by a beautiful lady in her late twenties with long blonde hair and blue eyes.

She was none other than the Commander of the Valkyries, Marion Henderson.

"Please don't call him Mascot, Miss Marion," Shana replied. "I feel like you're also referring to me when you say it like that."

Marion smirked, thinking that Shana was indeed a mascot as well, even more so after she gained the title of Saintess.

But it was a fact that no one in Pangea could match her miraculous healing abilities. She could reattach any severed limbs and make them look brand new.

There were also rumors circulating in the Central Government saying that she could even revive those who had died as long as they were brought to her within 24 hours of their death.

So now that Zion Leventis and Shana Summers were in the Rigel Continent, the Wanderers of the Dvalinn Federation were motivated to work even harder to expand their territories and reclaim a little more land to the best of their abilities.

Upon Shana's arrival at Sector 1, she was pleasantly surprised to see a young man with a black snake coiled around his neck, standing a distance away from the teleporter.

Shana hesitated for a few seconds before gathering her courage to approach the teenage boy, who was several years younger than her.

"Hello, my name is Shana Summers," Shana said with a smile. "My sister, Rianna, would never stop talking about you whenever we are together. She always says that I should learn a thing or two from you."

A faint smile appeared on Thirteen's face before he extended his hand for a handshake.

"Zion Leventis," Thirteen replied. "Don't believe whatever your sister says about me. Knowing Rianna, she probably exaggerated a few things to make me look cool."

Shana accepted the handshake and smiled after hearing Thirteen's comment about her sister.

'I guess he's not like those arrogant heirs from the Monarch Clans and the Ten Prestigious Families,' Shana thought.

After shaking each other's hands twice, the two let go of each other's hands and smiled.

"The name is Marion Henderson," Marion introduced herself, making Shana almost jump up in fright.

The Commander of the Valkyries had spoken right next to her, which caught her by surprise.

"It's an honor to meet the Commander of the Valkyries." Thirteen saluted. "I've heard many good things about you, Ma'am."

"Skip the formalities because I'm not here to order you around, Soldier," Marion commented as she returned Thirteen's salute. "I'm here to earn myself a promotion. So, can you find us some Empyrium Mine and make everyone here happy?

"Of course. We can also keep it a secret and let the profits directly go to my bank account. The Central Government doesn't need to know about the small stuff."

The members of the Dvalinn Federation present on the site looked at Marion weirdly.

If not for the fact that she was a beautiful woman and also the Commander of the famous Valkyrie Division, they might have thought of her as a gold digger.

Someone who was looking for a rich guy who would allow her to live her life comfortably without the need to risk her life on the battlefield.