Chapter 158: Airi and Sylph
The black silk slowly encased her fair skin. Athena’s voluptuous figure strained against the sheer fabric.
“How do I look?” she asked, turning gracefully, a hint of pride in her voice.
“Amazing,” Qin Chu breathed, his voice filled with genuine admiration, “Absolutely stunning.”
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Meanwhile, in the city, the chaos from the previous days still lingered.
The noble district had suffered unprecedented damage. Over 30% of the buildings were destroyed, and the rest were damaged to varying degrees. Over two thousand nobles had perished, nearly a fifth of the city’s noble population. Funerals were a daily occurrence.
Conflicts between noble families escalated, often erupting into violence. The reason was simple: during the Evil God’s descent, many, under the influence of its power, had succumbed to their basest desires, assaulting those closest to them, regardless of relationships or even gender. The threat of imminent death had kept these transgressions contained, but now, with the danger passed, the consequences erupted.
Wives, husbands, lovers betrayed… the city seethed with resentment and recrimination.
The numerous deaths also created a power vacuum. Positions of leadership, inheritance, even the role of matriarch were suddenly vacant, leading to further strife as those previously overlooked scrambled for power.
The city was in chaos.
The streets were filled with the sounds of arguments and the sight of brawling nobles, their decorum forgotten.
Wadsworth, for his own reasons, allowed the chaos to fester, further destabilizing the nobility.
A beautiful young woman walked through the streets, her golden hair cascading down her back. Her slender figure was clad in tight-fitting, green leather armor that accentuated her curves. Her emerald eyes scanned her surroundings with suspicion. Only her ears, slightly pointed, hinted at her elven heritage.
Elves, a powerful race from millennia past, masters of magic and archery, with an innate affinity for the elements. They combined magic and archery to create devastating magical arrows. Their lifespans were long, even ordinary elves living for nearly four centuries without cultivation.
In their prime, they had controlled half of the Heavenly Continent. History books described their beauty, both men and women, as unparalleled. Owning an elven slave had been a status symbol for human nobles.
But this race had a fatal flaw: a lack of desire. Perhaps their inherent beauty made them immune to such base urges. Or perhaps their long lifespans had made them indolent, with nothing left to pursue.
This lack of desire led to a declining birthrate. Despite their longevity, their numbers dwindled until their nation was destroyed in a war. Many were captured, becoming slaves to human nobles. Within a few centuries, the race was extinct.
But elven blood still occasionally surfaced in humans, a legacy of past intermingling. Even after thousands of years, atavistic traits would sometimes reappear, as with this young woman, her elven heritage evident in her pointed ears.
She frowned, the city’s noise and oppressive atmosphere grating on her nerves. She was surprised by the change. When she had left, the city had been elegant, beautiful, and peaceful. What had happened?
“Did you hear? This disaster was caused by Karsus…”
A voice caught her attention. She stopped, her long, pointed ears twitching.
“Karsus? Wasn’t it the Grand Prince? I heard that during his duel with the Hero, he summoned an Evil God because he couldn’t win, and that brought disaster to the city.”
“You idiot! Let me tell you the truth. I heard that the Grand Prince and the Hero were evenly matched in the arena, respecting each other, and were about to become sworn brothers…”
“At that moment, Karsus, who was imprisoned by the Holy See, prayed to the Evil God in the Void to break free from his shackles, which caused this disaster. My cousin’s father was at the arena and saw it with his own eyes. When the disaster struck, the Grand Prince, in order to save the Heavenly Continent, sacrificed himself and pushed the Hero out of the way, dying on the spot.”
“The Hero has been heartbroken ever since, mourning the Grand Prince at home. Haven’t you seen that he hasn’t left his residence for days?”
Rumors, twisted and embellished, spread through the city.
And the Death Knight Karsus was being scapegoated.
Because of his association with dark powers, the murder of his family, and the slaughter of the Holy Knights, people readily believed that he was responsible for this disaster.
The noble spat on the ground, his face twisted with disgust. “Damn that Death Knight! He’s a bastard. Why dabble in dark powers? He already killed 3200 Holy Knights because he went mad, and now he’s caused this disaster in the city. Death Knight, Death Knight, why doesn’t he just die?!”
The other noble also looked disgusted. “This kind of person isn’t even human. How could the Hero Squad have such trash… What was the First Hero thinking?”
The elf’s eyes narrowed.
The next second, she moved like a phantom.
Before anyone could see what she had done, she appeared before the two nobles.
“Take back your words!”
The two nobles were startled. Seeing that it was a beautiful elf, the younger one’s eyes lit up. Elves with such prominent features were rare these days.
“Woman, what’s your name? You’re not bad.”
“Let me tell you, I’m the sixth son of Count Bartley, and also the next Count Bartley. I’ve taken a liking to you. Come home with me and be my woman. I promise you…” The young noble said smugly. His five elder brothers had all died in the arena, and he was overjoyed. Originally, the title of Count and the family inheritance had nothing to do with him. The family didn’t have the resources to properly educate a mere sixth son.
But now, blessed by the goddess, he had gone from the sixth son to the heir, his status rising dramatically. He could finally act arrogantly.
His five brothers all dying in the arena was simply wonderful.
Even now, he still couldn’t believe such good fortune had befallen him. Even his father was seriously injured in the arena. He had added a little something extra to his father’s medicine. It wouldn’t be long before his father returned to the embrace of the Goddess of Holy Light. By then, he wouldn’t just be the heir, but the true Count Bartley.
The high-society banquets, which he originally wasn’t qualified to attend, would now open their doors to him.
He would use his strength to prove to his father, who looked down on him, that he was better than those foolish brothers and that he could definitely lead the Bartley family to unprecedented heights.
He would let those noble ladies who had rejected him before understand how foolish their decisions were.
With his status as Count Bartley, marrying a duke’s daughter, or even a princess of the Grand Duchy, shouldn’t be a problem, right?
Imagining the future and the glory that awaited him, a delusional smile appeared on the young noble’s face.
As for the elf in front of him, she was naturally not qualified to be the Countess, but being a mistress or a slave wouldn’t be bad.
And there were many nobles like him in the Imperial City now.
He was probably the most foolish among them.
The beautiful elf’s expression became colder and colder, the temperature around them dropping. The next second, a whirlwind suddenly appeared at the feet of the two young nobles. With a whoosh and shrill screams, they were swept into the air.
She would never allow anyone to insult Lord Jie Luo.
And Brother Karsus would never do such a thing.
With two thuds, the two young nobles fell to the ground, their bodies twitching. She hadn’t touched them at all, she was a germaphobe.
Ignoring the two fools behind her, the elf walked straight towards the Holy See.
Not far behind, a girl no taller than 1.5 meters walked towards the two people on the ground with a grin. She had long golden hair tied into twintails, and her deep blue eyes were filled with cunning.
Her fair face looked innocent and cute.
As she passed by the two nobles struggling to get up from the ground, her small hand flicked, and the next second, their clothes instantly disappeared.
Instantly, the two naked men attracted the attention of a large crowd, and the sound of pointing and whispering rose and fell.
“Seriously? Is it even a centimeter?”
“I think it’s even smaller than a peanut…”
“Tsk, whoever marries him will be a widow for life…”
The mocking voices caused a burst of laughter from the crowd.
The cute girl grinned and threw their expensive noble clothes into the trash can.
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The Holy See.
The Saintess’s boudoir.
Loseweisse was in a very bad mood. She had lost her last ten million Mana in the arena.
The current Saintess was practically penniless, so depressed that she wanted to cry.
Her status had also plummeted, far from the respect she had enjoyed before.
Athena also seemed to be in low spirits after giving herself to Qin Chu. She hadn’t contacted Loseweisse for days, so she didn’t know what was happening with Qin Chu lately.
She had been so unlucky recently, not a single piece of good news. Her carefully laid plans had been disrupted by Benson’s death and Karsus’s impending execution. The powerful Hero Squad had suddenly lost two of its strongest members.
She could feel things spiraling out of control.
And because she had sneaked out twice, she had angered Pope Augustus, who had given strict orders that she was forbidden to leave before Karsus’s execution. There were even Holy Knights guarding her door. She didn’t even have any money left to bribe them.
Just as Loseweisse was feeling frustrated, a knock came on the door.
She shook her head, quickly adjusted her mood, and put on her usual mask of purity and innocence, with a hint of melancholy, perfectly matching her current situation. She opened the door, “Who is it?”
As soon as she spoke, she saw a blonde elf standing before her.
A brilliant smile bloomed on Loseweisse’s face, and she cheered, “Sylph…”
That’s right, this elf was Sylph, a member of the Hero Squad, the Ghost Archer.
A powerful woman who was proficient in both archery and magic.
Then, Loseweisse’s gaze shifted behind Sylph. A playful girl was waving at her, her face even more joyful, “Airi…”
“You’re back too.”
Airi, one of the Twin Thieves of the Hero Squad.
The Twin Thieves, despite their innocent faces and petite figures, both possessed the strength of Master Thieves.
For some reason, their bodies had stopped developing after the age of fifteen, no longer growing. They were actually about the same age as Loseweisse.
Sylph’s expression remained unchanged, clearly already aware that Airi had been following her.
Airi’s body turned into a shadow and pounced into Loseweisse’s arms, her small head rubbing against her chest, “Sister Loseweisse, we finally meet again! I missed you so much…”
You wish I were dead, right?
A shadow flickered in Loseweisse’s eyes.
These two little brats, Eileen and Airi… taking advantage of their petite appearance, they often clung to Lord Jie Luo like this, acting spoiled, making Loseweisse jealous to the point of madness every time.
And that Sylph, completely lacking the restraint and elegance of an elf, had even confessed to Lord Jie Luo directly… Loseweisse had planned forty-nine different ways for Sylph to die, each one more cruel than the last…
Although her heart was filled with darkness, Loseweisse’s face was wreathed in smiles.
The return of these two was timely. She needed help now, and these two bitches were still useful!
It would be great if these two idiots could also offer their bodies to Qin Chu, like Athena and Ekaterina. She would have two fewer competitors.
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