Novel The Odyssey of Dalis (Contains Arrogant Young Master as a MC)

Spoiler: Chapter 45: Pre-Soldier Exam (32) Pre-Soldier Exam Results Part 2

The whole process of appraising the artefacts took about two hours.

During that time, the enchanters extracted mana from the special modelled weapon artefacts into the crystal. Simultaneously having eight enchanters controlling the crystal would usually lead to malfunctions and lack of control. Fortunately, they were only extracting mana from the artefacts and funnelling that energy into the mana crystal.

There were eight pockets within the crystal where mana could be inserted in. It was purposely constructed in this way to prevent muddle with the ongoing streams of other mana. Furthermore, it was convenient for gauging.

Individually they tracked their tasked artefact, keeping a record, and transferring that information to various other examiners who documented that information.

Throughout the extraction, the crystal radiated with primarily shades of yellow light.

There is a reason why many of the shines are yellowish in colour. It was because it is the element which represents divinity and light. Many of the beasts that inhabit the Maizan Forest embody this "blessed mana".

It is a perplexing matter considering the Vanquish territory does not primarily hold blessed mana in the air. While it partially contains blessed mana, there is also some demonic mana present. The conflicted antithesis between the two had consequently generated instability within the air.

However, this does not explain why the levitated artefacts were glowing in blue.

The truth was unrelated to the environment or elements—it was because of the control of enchanters. When enchanters manipulate objects, a blue glow is outlined on the surface. The glow density varies depending on the amount of mana the object has, which is perceived by the colour.

The audience within those two hours were left on their toes to wait for the results to be out patiently. Holding their anxious breaths, they were silent throughout the first twenty minutes in observing the procedure.

Though they were quiet at first, it was difficult for the young youths to keep their mouths shut for such a long period of time. Eventually, they were unable to resist the temptation amidst the tense atmosphere and began to whisper to peers around them.

Who do you think is going to be in the top rankings?

How long do you think this whole process will take?

Such questions were the most common to be discussed.

No matter how much time had passed no rankings were displayed. This signified that the overseers were planning to release this information at the finale.

When they saw the denser quality of artefacts being extracted and the powerful brilliance emitted from the crystal, their yearning for results exploded.

No longer were they able to maintain their voices low.

They crossed the edge of their anticipation and unleashed theirs awes of excitement.

"Amazing! There's such a difference in reaction when extracting mana from greater quality sources!"

"Which people had artefacts that were deep blue again? There were quite a few even though it is considered to be the rarest!"

"I'm sure the winners are definitely the people involved with slaying "The Monster!" I heard that one of their party members unleashed a hidden technique that made the beast's head go flying! It is said that the activation of the technique had caused her to be unconscious for a few days. While I don't know how much truth this holds, the rumours are deemed to be mostly true!"

Halfway between the extraction of the rich blue mana, an unusual situation occurred.

The dazzling hues of yellow light melded forming dark, moody colours. It was as if gold transformed into charcoal. Except the charcoal was congregated with purple colour. The shines now purplish-black!

Inevitably, the candidates were stirred even greater than previously. The overseers who had expected this outcome could only grimly watch the scene take place.

"The Church rarely condones the activity of demonic mana. As seen from The Land of Demons" beasts, and dark practitioners fought in the war five years ago, dark mana is often associated with the practice of the dark arts. It is a symbol of maliciousness and evil. In the distant past, it was not uncommon to encounter such techniques and elements. Not all arts of darkness were considered to be cursed and evil. In fact, it was simply a type of element, much like how blessed is blessed while fire is fire, and so on. However, such a dangerous element is no longer acceptable. Due to special circumstances, we will not stop this absorption of mana. After all, it is still a genuine kind of mana."

(It was as Sister Edna had said and as I had thought. The association of the dark element was thoroughly forbidden. It appears I really have to leave . . . )

Dejecting and dispiriting emotions swelled up within Dalis. No longer was that proud lurking excitement of ranking high present.

Then a silly thought rose to the back of his mind.

I wish I had not listened to Sister Edna and instead, had failed the exam on purpose.

However, that fleeting wish was not acceptable. It would mean disobeying Sister Edna and lying to himself. Moreover, it would be endangering his life.

Eventually, there was no longer any activity of extracting mana.

The mana storage crystal was no longer shining brightly like the sun. Its radiance had dimmed down to the extent of a lit lamp. In spite of this, the emit light appeared to radiate with coursing mana, vigorously showcasing its energy.

Silence descended upon the marble stage.

Not a word was spoken. All candidates had their eyes on General Zelgius.

It was time for the moment of truth.

The overseers exchanged words making sure everything was correct and ready to be delivered.

"Now we will announce the top thirty candidates in the rankings of this year's Pre-Soldier Exam."

The unused and dormant marble screen was finally awakened from its slumber. Thirty names in descending order slowly scrolled from top to bottom.

It was like watching credits scroll down at the end of a movie theatre. Except, the opposite.



Rank 30- Jessica

Rank 29- Koji Itou

. . .

Rank 27- Raghav Babu

Rank 26- Sun Hee

Rank 25- Sang-jin Wi

. . .

Rank 20- Allen

. . .

Rank 16- Lian Chen

Rank 15- Alexia Mae

. . .

Rank 13- Li Jun

. . .

Rank 9- Wang Yong

. . .

Rank 6- Benito Carter

Rank 5- Hayate

Rank 4- Melvin Serven

Rank 3- Stilla

Rank 2- Sienna Galatas

Rank 1- Dalis



The crowd burst into an uproar. Outbreaks of chatter descended upon the marble stage.

"Dalis? He's the guy part of the group that slayed The Monster. To think a no-name would be the top ranker for the Pre-Soldier Exam . . . that's insane!"

"No-name? Don't you know the rumours? He's apparently the most capable orphan in the entire Orphanage. A while ago, I heard he had even lectured one of his teachers about battle techniques."

"Then why haven't I heard about him then?"

"It's because he's a low key guy. It's hard for people to approach him to confirm the validity of the claims too. There's also the fact that he's rumoured to have a deformed mana seed. Not once has he shown anything mana related. Hence, in the end, it doesn't matter how good he is. One day even the average practitioner would be able to surpass him."



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While the stage was filled with commotion, a boy stood silent among the other participants.

He wore a grey garb laced with golden threads and a white scarf that wound over his neck and shoulders. His brown skin, soft brown hair, clear hazel eyes, and healthy countenance ensured that this average-looking boy was easy to get along with. He was, indeed, often seen joking around cheerfully with the other orphans, but today that was not the case. The air around him was chillingly still, and his bright countenance was replaced by unwilling disbelief.

( . . . Sixth place? Father informed me that my greatest foe would be Hayate from the Swamp. Those fellows may be relatively stronger compared to the rest, but I'd have never thought it would lead to this outcome. I underestimated that evolved wolf. It allowed Stilla and the other orphans to obtain abundant mana to overhaul me. This is a disgrace to father . . . I must prove my worth in the Cresuilge Kingdom. My true opponent is only Hayate.)

Benito's outward cold demeanour seemed to glint with killing intent, but a fiery passion threatened to engulf its impression.



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(Oh ho? I am ranked five? I lost to those orphans? It appears I lost when it came to a game of luck. That evolved wolf . . . I see. Curses, I should have abandoned that no brain girl from the Mae Family. No matter, they wouldn't care too much, but it's vexing to see that I would've easily won if it weren't for the so-called The Monster.)

Hayate dropped out of his thoughts and welcomed the mass of people.

Although there were many areas of the crowd populating with excitement, the most enkindled spot was for sure where Sister Edna's group was. Not only did it have the top scorer, but it also had seven other candidates who had entered the top thirty.

It was quite unbelievable and became a hot topic for the crowd to discuss the moment it was mentioned.

The highest amount of rankers in the same group had only ever amounted to four. This was double that! It was simply unprecedented in the history of the Pre-Soldier Exams.

"For the love of Caleyar, you guys are amazing! Not only did you guys kill The Monster, you also took the top spots in the rankings!"

"You guys will definitely do just as well in the Cresuilge Kingdom. Who knows, you may even become winners there too!"

"How could one group contain eight orphans in the top thirty rankings? Sister Edna must've done something behind the scenes, don't you think?

While it may have been just a passing envious comment and was quickly subsided by the waves of chatter from the crowd, it was not so for Dalis.

The taciturn Dalis, who had been appreciating the crowd, abruptly froze. His curved lips contorted to a complexion that appeared a little sinister. It seemed to represent the smile of the devil before a contract has been established; an outward impression of goodwill appended with a tinge of leaking maliciousness.

Not even when Dalis had picked up jealous or downright rude comments from the crowd had he reacted like this.

Naturally, he approached her.

He did not trudge towards her with seething anger, nor did he run-up to her . . . he plainly walked up to her.

The nearby peers made way for him, wondering what he has in mind.

Since she was occupied with conversing with her friends and her back was turned, she did not notice the grim reaper that shadowed her from behind.

The grim reaper gently placed his white boney right hand onto the girl's shoulder.

She saw and felt the hand grasp onto her shoulder. As though it was her natural instinct, she shuddered. She had yet to turn her back, but her senses were warning her that something was amiss from that ordinary hand. However, it was not enough to address the hand that touched her.

Thus, she rotated her body . . .

And saw Dalis.

Many questions traversed her mind. When she saw the charming face of his, she didn't think there was anything amiss, but the subtlety of his smile retained that inkling of forewarning.

 

Spoiler: Chapter: 46 Pre-Soldier Exam (33) Pre-Soldier Exam Results Part 3

The girl accepted Dalis moving towards her shoulder. Rather, she did not want to imagine the consequences of not letting him do so. She could only endure as Dalis put an arm over her shoulder, closing-in his head a breath away from her vulnerable ears.

Then he began his hypnotising preach of his universal bible.

"Listen to me sweetie, Sister Edna is not weird at all, nor is she imperfect in anyway. Sister Edna is the goddess incarnate, if not the goddess herself. Although she worships Caleyar, maybe it should be him worshipping her instead," Dalis whispered, gradually increasing his tone.

"Sister Edna is the culmination of all things bright and holy, the Pedlar continent is nothing more than an impure stain upon the soles of her feet, and people like you and I are tremendously lucky even to be breathing the same air as she. We should be grovelling daily in gratitude to both Caleyar and Sister Edna for such a blessing, you understand me, right?

The girl was struck mute with fear, and Dalis took the silence as an agreement.

"Understood? Then let us recite the first Psalm from the Gospel of Edna! Repeat after me."

Sister Edna is love, Sister Edna is life.

She lives far above, For her we must strive

Purer than doves, Greater than wives

Worth all our lives is a glance at her thighs . . .

Although she had meekly resisted during the first few minutes, the words continued to recite in her mind, forcing her to embrace the profound readings engraved in the bible. Eventually, she fell into a trance. Dalis was no longer required to guide her in the sacred teachings.

Satisfied, Dalis casually walked back to his former place, leaving behind not only the girl but also the curious crowd. Bits of gossip spread among those folks wondering what exactly had transpired between the two.

When he returned, he found Sienna gazing at him with an inquiring look.

"Dalis where did you go?"

"Just went on a little stroll."

"Oh? I guess even you enjoy showing off to a large audience." Sienna expressed a mysterious smile.

Dalis did not say anything to correct her. If she were to find out, he would have no choice but to . . . .

"Candidates your time for chatter is now over."

General Zelgius’s solemn voice breached across the stage, quickly silencing the mass. It was finally time for the closing statements.

"Congratulations to all of those who have reached the top thirty rankings of the Pre-Soldier Exam. Out of two hundred and forty-seven candidates, you thirty have managed to come up on top. You thirty have definitely achieved a great step towards becoming future Vanquishers. It is a pleasure to see the results were contrary to our expectations. It only means that there are youths with greater aptitude than we initially thought. Please continue to surprise us, and that goes for everyone else! This is only just the beginning!" General Zelgius announced. He faced Apostle Wrau and received a nod in response.

"Dalis, Sienna Glatalas, Melvin Serven and Stilla. For your valiant efforts of successfully slaying The Monster, the four of you will be rewarded. Within next week, you will be notified to collect your reward."

Before the mass of children could express their full awe, General Zelgius interrupted.

"I'm sure there is no need for me to go over the complications and other matters pertaining to the evolved wolf. But if need be, General Maria will be there to accompany you all."

The remaining chatter that was progressively dwindling from the sudden break had become void with utter silence.

General Maria felt partially displeased by everyone. She gazed at the crowd like a hawk looking down on its prey at bird's eye view before throwing daggers at General Zelgius for bringing her up.

General Zelgius let out a dry cough and quickly proceeded with the next announcement.



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The Pre-Soldier Exam ended, after one and a half hours of miscellaneous talk. It discussed the future and present for the Church, and its children. Hot topics that arose were the plannings for more joint collaborations with other nations, namely the upcoming 93rd Knights of Kingdom Tourney, revealed more by Crown Prince Kayle Relza. There were also talks of the annual expedition, where soldiers-in-training and Vanquishers take groups of children out into various parts of the Pedlar continent for experience and voluntary Church work. Of course, only the most capable were allowed to partake in this experience.



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A week and a half passed by.

The talks of the Pre-Soldier Exam had significantly decreased at this point in time.

This was not solely due to the passage of time.

There was an announcement a few days ago disclosing the orphans who are required to be prepared for their travel in the upcoming annual expedition. As a matter of fact, there were sixty confirmed orphans. Fifteen other spots were vacant, and yet to be decided. Thus, almost all of the orphans who have failed to enter are fully concentrating in displaying their utmost worth to be chosen for those spots.

Many of the rankers for the Pre-Soldier Exam have a positive association between academic tests and combat tournaments. They tend to perform very well in both. These children were all assigned into Group 1 and Group 2, fifteen in each, and were privileged to be set off earlier than the other three groups.

Why?

It was because of the 93rd Knights of Kingdom Tourney. Only these thirty were eligible to participate as they were the cream of the crop.

Wow! What do you know?

Dalis and the rest managed were chosen to be in these groups.

Nobody could've expected that!

Currently, Dalis, Stilla, Melvin, and Sienna were in the Town of Vanquish. They were notified by the authorities to visit the resource chamber to collect their reward.

"I wonder if they will let us have the first slice?" Sienna asked.

"I'm sure they will!" Stilla optimistically shouted. It was hard for anyone to believe that she had just gotten out of her period of convalescence.

"It will depend on their attitudes. At worst they may have predetermined our recompense," Melvin commented.

Sienna naturally glanced towards Dalis. He noticed the pair of eyes and briefly glimpsed back. However, he did not comment. Seeing this, she understood that he was not planning to say anything. Hence, she refrained from asking him directly.

Sienna was aware that she had unintentionally instigated a bad habit. She was constantly relying on Dalis for his advice, decision, or comment. Majority of the time, she would end up agreeing with anything he said. At this point, it became like a belief: what Dalis says must be correct. Thus, she is striving to remove this bad habit of hers.

(It's harder than I thought,) Sienna sighed inwardly.

The truth was Dalis had also noticed this but didn't overthink about it. He had no plans in mind as of present to change that. He believed that Sienna could probably deal with the problem herself. In addition, he actually enjoyed the attention from somebody that was not Stilla, Melvin, or Sister Edna.

Though the main reason as to why he had only exchanged eyes was because . . .

He couldn't be bothered.

Although he enjoyed conversing, he was nowhere near the type to constantly open their mouths like Melvin, Stilla or Alexia.

When they were just a few minutes away from reaching their destination, they had discovered a dozen or so merry children crowding around an elderly man.

When they took a closer view of the elderly man, their eyes widened.

He wore a white robe adorned with multiple golden glowing tassels and interlaced ribbons that wound down and hit the floor. He had long white hair that reached the waist, a well-kept beard that framed his stoic expression, and steely ivory eyes.

This elderly figure was the Product Apostle- Jeremiah Ricco.

"Product Apostle!" Melvin and Sienna simultaneously exclaimed.

"Ooooh," Stilla responded.

(That's not someone you see everyday . . . )

The four stood a couple of meters away from the crowd. Usually, Melvin and Sienna would definitely send their greetings to such an important figure. Stilla was the same, but that was more so of her being herself. Dalis did not care much, but he was curious to hear about his work. However, the prestigious elder was occupied.

A golden carving knife was in his hand, whittling a log of wood clasped in his other hand. From afar, it may look ordinary, but it was not simple. The Apostle used his knife very peculiarly compared to the average craftsman, to the extent that one would consider it as bizarre. He would poke, jab, chop, and even change gripping positions as he carved the wood . . . No one could not simply label it as "carving". At times the wood appeared to squash, squirm, twist, and even meld to form its intended produce. Not a single strip or little bit of wood was removed or neglected in the process. Eventually, he created many little toys for the children to take. It was like seeing Santa work in his workshop, but there were no elves. He only needed himself!

It was an enchanting and outlandish scene for the children, including the onlookers. Everyone was clapping, cheering, and amazed. In response, Apostle Jeremiah expressed a satisfied beaming smile on his face, and it only continued to shift to other similar expressions.

It would be inappropriate for Dalis and the rest to interrupt this merry scene.

"He is such a nice elder. Look at how happy the children are! They're so cute.The toys are so amazingly done!" Stilla cheerfully said.

"Yes," Melvin agreed. "He is indeed a master craftsman and artisan," he added. Melvin continued to stare.

"It is said that out of all the Apostles, the Product Apostle was the most proud of his achievements and the greatest benefactor of the Church. People consider him as a philanthropist because of all the good deeds he has done for the Church," Sienna marvelly stated. She then moved a hand towards her chin and said in a pondering manner, "If I remember correctly his dad was a carpenter. Back when he was a child working with his dad, he would sometimes be given little toys by his dad. Although his dad never cared much about him, this was one of the few fatherly things he had done for him. Because of this, he wanted to do the same thing as his father. He wanted the children to experience and feel the same way he felt back then."

"Wuuuu. So touching," Stilla cried. She rubbed her eyes to remove the few leaking tears that managed to escape.

When Melvin heard Sienna's recount, his countenance became somewhat solemn. He appeared to be musing about the past.

Dalis was silent and had not made a single comment. In spite of this, he never looked away from Apostle Jeremiah and the crowd of children. It was unknown what he was thinking.


Author note: Please read the next chapter. It is an important announcement. Contains information about release schedule and much more. In fact, your chapter per week will be in jeopardy!

 

Spoiler: Important Announcement!! Release Schedule, Future, and Much more!!!

Hiya! It’s Elim!

It has been 5 weeks! Oh? Wait... It appears today is… Valentine’s Day!

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I hope that those lucky fellows have a blessed day with their partners. For the rest of us… there will come a day when love blossoms! So don’t be down if you haven’t found somebody yet! Damn, I really wish we got a little further in the novel. I would have done a special love chapter!!

Anyways, since it has been five weeks I will no longer be uploading every single day. It is unfortunate, but we all have our commitments and circumstances. >_< My semester is coming up, so I need to prepare for that. I’m really a slow writer, believe it or not! It is because I try to make every chapter at least have a certain level of quality that I must find accepting. All of the chapters so far have been stocked from months ago.

As for how the novel’s going, to say the truth, I have been quite stressed about it. I have spent more than six months to a year into the making of the story and only have a small number of readers. It really puts me down that I put so much effort into something to only get so much. It extended to the point that I even had thoughts of quitting until I had reached a particular arc (that won't EVER happen dw).

I’m quite prideful in this, but I’m not trying to be arrogant, nor am I saying my work is something like a masterpiece (noway). The early chapters were slow, and prologue and chapter 1 especially are particularly lacking to draw in newcomers. I regret not putting in more effort into that. There are also several mistakes I made during the early phase which was my best chance to make my novel boom. The two biggest ones are probably:

1. The cover was different from the current one. I didn’t think it was bad but it really did not do justice in attracting viewers. Once I switched to this, it fared much better. I wonder if this cover is good? It’s official art. I know the text is just simple typography, but the girl in the cover is beautiful isn’t she?
2. Very long description and disclaimers in the frontpage. I felt it was necessary as I have a lot of stylistic choices, but really… nobody is going to read that. It’s just unattractive.

But this was all in the past, I can only learn my lesson from this and move on.

What now?

For starters, I want to engage with you guys more. If I have to put it bluntly… I want comments xD. Sounds stupid doesn’t it? No, really I’m serious. It was only within the late 4th week I actually got my first comment in Royal Road. In Scribble Hub, my first comment was, essentially, somebody trying to interrogate me, so he can decide whether to read my novel or not… since then, I’ve only had 1 other comment (also in the late 4th week) which I don’t actually even know what it means. Thank you to those who have commented.

So please!! I want to hear your thoughts. You can comment on anything! It can be a simple thank you. Things you enjoyed or disliked about a particular chapter. Or questions you wish to ask me! If you wish, you can always send me a pm! I really don’t know anything of how the novel is faring for you guys.

I’m a small author. So these things mean a whole lot! You have no idea! I really thank the one person who actually gave me a constructive review on Royal Road. I got a review before a comment. That’s crazy! It was thanks to him/her(?) that I actually changed from using ‘ ‘ to this “ “. So please let me hear your voices more often! I’m hoping to get more reviews in the future

For my readers on novelupdates. I don't know know how many of you are there but... I hope you people will comment time to time ^^ The release schedule for this site will now be on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I will be adding Sunday to the list depending on the successful responses on Scribble Hub and Royal Road. They have a small challenge to do you see. If you are curious, you can check either site for this post.

Information about the novel

We are very close to finishing the first book! Just five more chapters until the start of the second book. For those readers who may be a little disappointed in terms of the seriousness of the novel, fret not. The second book contains one of the most deadly serious arcs of the Odyssey (occurring right after the Knights of Majesty tournament *Spoiler* that tournament is nowhere near long as the Pre-Soldier Exam). If you make it that far, I hope it will be a pleasant experience for you, I’m very excited to write about it. In fact, it's one of my biggest motivations besides you guys to write. The Pre-Soldier Exam is an utter joke in tone compared to that arc.

I would also like to point out the amount of references in the story. Perhaps for many of you my constant insertion of them stops your immersion in the story. But I won’t be stopping them. This is because I want references to be part of the world of my novel. At one point, you will see them at the current rate so much that you’ve gotten used to it. So instead, it actually immerses you into the story as one of the specialities of the novel. I don’t know if this will work, but I really hope it will!

Naturally I understand constraint and won’t use them when it is definitely not appropriate.

Closing Statement

I wholeheartedly thank everyone who has been supporting my novel so far! I’m sorry for sounding so desperate! But I want this novel to grow! I want it to be read by much more and hope they have a great experience reading this novel. Even if it may seem like shits and gigs… it really isn’t. No. That’s just part of the odyssey. I had planned popularity polls by the end of the first book, character illustrations, discord server, and other engaging stuff. But, that will be left aside for now. I really hope these things will happen in the future though. I can at least guarantee some artwork! Afterall.. *Ahem*

Sincerely,

Elim

 

Spoiler: Chapter 47: The reward! No more Pre-Soldier Exam! For Real!

The children had arrived at the Resource Chamber.

The Resource Chamber was, essentially, a large storage building where the Missionary Church of Vanquish stored their resources. Though it did not hold everything, the vast majority of assets were stored here. Resources included things such as beast materials, weaponry, and other miscellaneous supplies. Each of these were agglomerated and then categorised into several rooms, of which were further sectioned into compartments.

They were all stored in a variety of ways depending on convenience, importance, type, and several other factors. For example, some were neatly boxed and shelved, while other objects may be in locked display cases. It was very organised and could not be simply called a storehouse or a warehouse. Half of the items stored were even documented and regularly maintained.

It may be a little surprising as there is a lack of guards within the chamber, but that is offset by the several security formations layered throughout the building. In the history of the Church of Vanquish, nobody has attempted to steal anything from the chamber. Although there were times the formations have been triggered, it was always an accident or a misunderstanding.

"This is the beast perseveration room?" Dalis asked.

"Yes. This is the place where several noteworthy beasts are preserved. A majority of them are dead, but some of them are still alive. Please follow us. Do not wander off. This is a very important location. The average Vanquisher is not even permitted to enter here."

(Well there was a steel enchanted door that one would need to breach to enter here. Not to mention a Vanquish guard with decked out equipment . . . )

The room the children were in was filled with many display cased beasts in cryostasis. They appeared to be frozen icebergs in tanks. Each display case was diverse in size, matching an appropriate shape to encapsulate the beasts, which were completely submerged in ice. Although the numbers were less than fifty, one could say it was a miniature museum. After all, the beasts kept here appeared as dinosaurs; each beast would cover a sizable amount of space.

"Fascinating. All of these are beasts I have only read and seen illustrations of in books. In addition, they're demonised beasts," Melvin said in a hushed, awed whisper. He was very interested in studying the anatomy of every beast in this room. If it wasn't for Stilla dragging him along by the sleeve, he would have already been left behind at the entrance.

"Melvvvviiinn. I know this place is very interesting to you, but you've got to keep up or you will get in trouble. We are only here for the big bad wolf."

" . . . I know that." Despite what he said . . . his feet were glued to the floor. He was busily staring at a ferocious-looking demonic beast. It was shaped like a lion, but with armoured skin, had two menacing heads, and three tails.

When Sienna followed Melvin's light of sight, she gasped and also became glued to the floor. If her memories were correct, that was a Jabberion. It was one of the legendary beasts in the Pedlar Continent. It was equivalent to a tiger, a lion, or a shark. It was a renowned beast that would make even a Vanquish General concede defeat in a couple of minutes. Although it was a powerful and respected beast, it was incapable of speech.

(Hmm?)

Dalis turned around and found everyone stuck to the floor. Their lines of sight attracted to that frozen Jabberion. Even Stilla had unknowingly released her grip from Melvin's sleeve, likewise enthralled.

(Oh. That's quite the specimen there. Indeed, it is worth admiring over . . . I assume?)

Dalis did not seem to be like the rest; his head was tilted. His complexion seemed to express “sure, but so what of it?"

The assigned Vanquisher noticed that he could no longer feel the presence, nor hear the footsteps of the children. He turned around and discovered their awed state. The Vanquisher did not need to look towards the Jabberian to understand the situation.

"Yep, I was the same as you guys when I first came here a long time ago. Though there are many rare and exotic beasts here, this one definitely takes the cake," the Vanquisher said. She looked towards the majestic beast and then added, "awe-inspiring isn't it?"

"Indeed," Melvin uttered.

"Yup it's so coooool. I've never seen such an awesome looking beast."

"Just by appearance, the legendary beast lives up to its name."

Everyone affirmed with coinciding understanding. Only Dalis did not say a word. Before he knew it, everybody was looking at him with a strange face.

"Ah yes, the Jabberion. A legendary demon beast that is said to rule over the dark wilds of the Pedlar Continent. For myself to have the privilege to feast my eyes on such an exalted beast, I can't help but shed tears at its magnificence," Dalis said as he took out a handkerchief to wipe his eyes. Behind the covers of the sheet of absorbent paper, there weren’t even crocodile tears present . . . his eyes were extremely dull, leaking a tinge of derision. It was a contrast to his displayed performance.

Fortunately, nobody could see behind the wall of fabric, but . . .

"Fool."

"You really like to joke around sometimes . . . ahahaha."

"Dalis. It's not good to lie . . . big sister will punish you later if you don't apologise now okay?"

" . . . "

It was very awkward.

(Why the hell do I have to apologise? Damn it, I should've just been blatant with them. What is so great about this legendary beast anyways?)



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The Vanquisher waved her sceptre artefact while chanting a spell briefly and gently, tapping the rim of the large display case which contained The Monster. In response, the case glowed with a pristine yellow light, forcing the clogged ice melt from the brim. As a result, water filled up the case as though it was a fish tank. Naturally, the beast's body began to plop. Mysteriously, none of the innards of the beast had fallen out, perfectly maintaining its integrity. One could even see the blood within the beast coagulate, but not drip at all. The whole process roughly took seven minutes or so.

"There you go children," the Vanquisher said, as she gave a small smile.

"Watching this with my own eyes was riveting. To immaculately preserve a dead body in perfect condition . . . how wondrous," Melvin uttered. He had gasped so much today that he had lost count.

"Oh? This evolved wolf doesn't have any trace of any demonic mana anymore. Could it be because of the ice?" Sienna conjectured.

"Yes, that's right. All of the demon beasts here are in cryostasis. They are frozen in holy water, which not only preserves them, but in addition, overtime purifies them. Although it's not perfect, it's more than adequate."

"Is it that simple?" Stilla inquired.

"No, of course not! But that's not something you children are allowed to know. Sorry!"

"Allow me to clarify. We are allowed the first serving, and as long as the amount we take is not far fetched, it would be acceptable?" Dalis averred.

"Yes. Please concisely tell me what parts you children need. I will extract the parts for you."

The extraction of the body was a smooth procedure.

If it were not for Dalis taking the remaining two upper canine fangs, Stilla would have almost taken the whole set of teeth from the beast. Melvin obtained an adequate amount of fur to create a steel coat. Whilst Sienna settled with a part of the plume spiked tail material.



Author Note: We are back for Monday's release. Sorry! It's quite a short chapter. Next release is a very important chapter.

 

Spoiler: Chapter 48: The Inevitable Confrontation

It was almost the end of the week. By early next week, the fifteen available spots will be determined in preparation for the annual expedition. Many of the children, who have yet to be chosen, were vehemently exhibiting their prowess for a last display of show. When it came to those eligible for the tourney in the Cresuilge Kingdom, a sizeable number of them were training to win. Although it was unlikely, in their hearts, the prospect of winning was equivalent to a child chasing after a grand dream or goal. Ironically, they were still considered children.

However, there were a fair number of children relishing their days in the Orphanage. Dalis happened to fall into this category of individuals. After all, the expedition was similar to a student's summer vacation. Nobody knew how long it would actually last. Historically, the shortest expedition has been only a month, while the longest had prolonged for four and a half months, which occurred last year. Sometimes they may briefly return to the Orphanage, but would soon set out before they could dwell back into their sweet homes.

These short days may be the last time he will ever be able to live as a child of Vanquish . . . no live as an orphan from the Missionary Church of Vanquish.

(Indeed, I have a strong feeling that this may very well be my last.)

Dalis held the doorknob. He was about to knock before he heard a voice granting him permission to enter

"Come on in my—no. You may enter, child."

Dalis's spine slightly tingled from her brazen words, but he was unafraid. Without hesitation, he firmly opened the door.

Creeek

The hinges of the door squeaked as it slowly opened, and the early evening amber rays of the sun peeked out, revealing the sharp figure outlined by the dim light. The moment the creaking became obsolete, the figure was hardened and exposed.

A woman in her early thirties, clad in the habits’ of a Sister. Unlike the dark blue habits' of the other Sisters, her attire was deeper in hue, pleated, clothed with a white coif, and black veil instead of a blue one, signifying that she was one of the highest standing Sisters.

Her hime cut, flaxen-brown hair that fell past a little over her shoulders, rested against the long draped black veil and was tinged gold by the leaking rays from the translucent fabric. It did not fail to highlight her fair skin and motherly features. Not even the white bandeau she wore could hide the attractive hair as it was only able to cover a quarter down from the top, disclosing most of her frontal fringe for everyone to see.

The glaring feeble light within that room may make it a little difficult for people to recognise her, but the gleaming area around her collar bone was a focal point for a dead giveaway.

The white coif was embroidered and embellished with silvery-white silk. A gapped thin line that circled the coif could be seen bridged within, seemingly placing the gleaming rosary necklace's silver chain she wears in place. It certainly appended a little more attraction to the paltry frilled guimpe that laid underneath.

" . . . Hello Mother."

Yes, this person was the Head Mother—Mother Michelle.

"It's been a while since we have last properly talked. Go take a seat."

"Will it take long?"

"Perhaps, perhaps not."

Dalis did not take the seat. Instead, he chose to stand firmly in front of her. It was a subtle way to display his defiance towards her. Mother Michelle leaked a grin from his decision. She could tell that he was not the type to be idle or succumb.

(Good. If he did not have such a backbone, then he would be a matter of a single-use tool.)

"Congratulations on achieving the first rank in the Pre-Soldier Exam. It is an overwhelming delight to have an orphan of Church origin be the highest scorer," Mother Michelle said with a carved smile on her face. "If only things were as simple as this . . . right child?"

"Please explain Mother so this oblivious child could understand."

Placing an index finger to her chin, she contemplated. "Hmmm . . . " Slowly, she walked towards Dalis before coming to a stop a metre away from him.

"You still haven't recalled your memories correct?" Mother Michelle said, narrowing her eyes. She stared at Dalis and studied him as though he was a specimen from a museum.

"That is correct Mother."

"How unfortunate . . . or maybe fortunate."

"What do you mean by fortunate Mother?" Dalis probed as if he was absent-minded.

"It could mean many things young child. But ultimately . . . " Mother Michelle's brows creased, her pupils momentarily shrunk, and her voice resounded with a dangerous threat: "your value as a tool of mine."

The mood of the room became tense, the air turning deathly still. The lurking enmity between them was brought into the spotlight. Dalis felt his body stir turbulent from the increased tension. He did not avert his eyes from her, but could not slow the galloping horses within him.

"Since the farce and masks have been torn off, what is your aim?" Dalis asked. His demeanour had undergone a change. No longer was he acting as an innocent child.

"Your manners are now a little profane, child," she said and then gave a small giggle. "Though I'm a little perplexed. I did not think you would be so direct. I believed you were the type to beat around the bush and probe for answers," she added.

"You're the Mother of this Orphanage, yet you do not know your children well. It's okay, I will give you a passing mark.

"Child, the moment I called you here, I have already shown you my stance. You're a very observant child. There is nothing else that needs to be said here is there?" Irritation was laced behind her voice.

" . . . Was it tough keeping appearance?"

"Oh, it's not a problem at all. You see it happens to be my job . . . no, mission."

"Oh? Well I do not know if you had intended to tell me that, however I will lay rest to your piqued curiosity. I'm simply not in a position to be able to enter negotiations with you."

"Very good, child. I'm very pleased. I may even recommend you to my superiors if it wasn't for the complications behind you. Such a shame . . . no this is actually to my favour." She giggled once again, expressing her enigmatic smile.

Dalis felt patronised as he was forced to dance in the palm of her hand. But he could only acquiesce and wait for her to finish her pandering. At the very least he managed to obtain a few things out of it.

(Mission . . . superiors . . . there really is some kind of conspiracy going on with the Church. Or is she—)

"I order you to investigate them," Mother Michelle declared, subsequently interrupting Dalis's thoughts.

"Who are they?" Dalis inquired.

"It is your task to find out for yourself. I'm sure you will be able to deduce why."

(So she's testing me. But is that really all there is to it? Perhaps she doesn't trust me . . . but the card . . . no, cards in her hand are ample. I do not have enough information . . . ) Dalis mulled, carefully conceiving anything he had missed. Mother Michelle meticulously watched him.

"Do you know where you can find them?"

"Hmmm . . . I suppose you could say that. Regardless, your fate has been sealed since long ago. Besides, you don't need to be so antsy. You will inevitably meet them in due time."

" . . . "

(That nails it. Although I'm barely informed of anything, I'm screwed either away.)

"If you manage to execute your task well, I may consider revealing a little of your past."

!!

Dalis's chest heaved, and his breathing became irregular. The greatest mystery was just a door away from him. Even if Mother Michelle was not telling the truth, the minute possibility had ignited an inextinguishable fire within him. He did not believe his desire to know was this voracious, but being confronted with this could only force him to accept that this desire was utter gluttony. Dalis subconsciously grasped his chest.

This action was an open book to Mother Michelle. He didn't appear to hide his thirsty desire to know of the past. She felt even more reassured that Dalis was right in the palm of her hands.

"What do you know about my past?"

" . . . Impatient aren't you? Fulfil your task first. You have plenty of time once you cut ties with the Church. Am I wrong?"

" . . . As I thought, you knew that I was planning to escape."

"It was only a matter of time. I did not know if you would actually do so. But in the grand scheme of things, it did not matter, yes?"

"Yes."

"There is no need for you to return to the Orphanage. I have my means of contacting you, child."

" . . . Understood."

While waiting for her next series of words, Dalis furtively surveyed the room to find anything that may catch his eye. Scanning, he found it was difficult to perceive due to his position and amber lighting. Fortunately, his keen eyes managed to obtain a brief look at a portrait that was slightly moved on an angle.

"Another thing—"

Creeeeeeek

The door opened widely with a screech. A little more force and the door would have slammed against the wall. A Sister appeared inside of the room. She leaned an arm against the wall to catch her rapid breaths. Her clothes were partially dishevelled, matching the urgency written across her face. Beads of sweat could be seen trickling down.

"S-Sister Edna . . ."



Author note: Sorry for the late release on here.

 

Spoiler: Chapter 49: Sister Edna’s Reassuring.

"Da . . . Da . . . Dalis," Sister Edna called out his name.

The tender mellifluous voice reverberated. It disrupted the stocked tension and pervaded some warmth to enter into the room. Dalis heaved a sigh of relief inwardly. He did not want her to get involved but knew that was probably impossible.

"Daughter, is there something wrong?" Mother Michelle asked as her eyes widened, and her brows raised.

"A-Ah well . . . no Mother . . . I was . . . just looking for Dalis," Sister Edna stammered, waving her hands in denial. It wasn't clear if she was panicking, but for two others present, it was obvious.

"Sister Edna, I'm just having a friendly conversation with Mother Michelle. Why are you panicking?"

"E-Eh? No . . . I'm just a little heated from all the running from having to find you all over the place! You are supposed to assemble at the Dining Hall for dinner!"

Mother Michelle and Dalis gazed at Sister Edna. Mother Michelle retained her enigmatic smile, seemingly curious of the scene while Dalis's eyes appeared to flash for a moment before speaking up.

"Jeez Sister Edna. You didn't need to go out of your way to find me. I may be late sometimes, but I won't ever miss a day without Sister Edna's cooking. You know what they say: "Edna's cooking a day keeps the doctor away"." He then pointed towards Mother Michelle. "Look, even Mother Michelle is surprised by your sudden intrusion! You're not usually klutzy like this," he added.

"Certainly it is rare to see Edna like this," she said, tittering before putting on a serious expression, "Are you perhaps not feeling well? We could arrange another Sister to cover for you."

Startled and red-faced, Sister Edna quickly reassured her that she was completely fine. She insisted that she was just worried about her child's tardiness and wellbeing.

"My daughter Edna is very solicitous and caring. Please be careful not to push yourself. If you were to fall ill, it would distress not only us but the children you are undertaking. It wouldn't be good if the children miss their daily meal of Edna cooking."

Sister Edna's face flushed even redder; red as a tomato. She immediately turned towards Dalis and stared at him with a scowl on her face. The teasing face that Dalis wore did not help at all.

"Mother, may I please borrow Dalis for one moment in private? Looks like this boy still hasn't learnt his past lessons . . . "

"Hmm . . . you may borrow him. In fact, you can take him back. Our discussion was close to its end anyway."

" . . . "

"I understand Mother. Dalis you come with me young man!"

"Yes Sister Edna."

The two left the room after a few exchanges of words with Mother Michelle. Not a single word was mentioned about the conversation between Dalis and Mother Michelle. However, during the time when Dalis had his back turned to leave the room, he never felt the presence of a pair of lingering eyes fall off him for a second.

It was a tacit admonition—do not try anything funny and obey.

Contrary to the noise from a moment ago, there was only silence amidst their walk together to the dining hall. Only until they were a fair distance away from Mother Michelle's quarters were they no longer silent.

"What happened Dalis?" Sister Edna asked in a low solemn voice.




***



Dalis explained everything without concealing anything. He reassured her that he would be fine and there was nothing to worry about. After he had finished talking, Sister Edna was quiet. The position he is in was precarious and very unfavourable. She was his caretaker, but at his most dire times of need . . . she couldn't rescue him.

(What do I do . . . there's no way Dalis could escape. How can I help him? Do I plead with Mother Michelle? That's probably my only option . . . )

Unknowingly, she had stopped walking.

"Sister Edna," a tender voice called out to her.

Awakened by the sudden calling, she looked at the boy in question. From a quick glimpse at his face, she felt guilty and ashamed of herself.

How can this innocent young boy be so strong?

Why was she the one panicking?

It was her role to make sure he was going to be okay.

Not the other way around.

She snapped herself out of her train of thought and focused herself. She noticed he was fidgeting and swaying a little. His arms were slightly cuddled and his face exhibited a trace of nervousness, hidden behind his front of reassurance. He appeared composed and strong. Nonetheless, it was impossible for him to not leak his inner weaknesses.

(Silly me.)

She walked towards Dalis and embraced him from the back. Dalis struggled for a bit but did not resist. Like magic, the signs of weaknesses were quelled to a stop.

"Don't shoulder it alone. Your problem is also my problem. Relax and let your Sister help you," Sister Edna whispered.

" . . . I under—"

"No you don't understand," Sister Edna interrupted and squeezed him.

" . . . "

" . . . "

Feeling awkward, Dalis surveyed the corridor. He noticed a few children with strange expressions gazing in their direction. Promptly, he became aware of his position and hastily alerted Sister Edna. Sister Edna staggered back a little and stood up away from Dalis. She looked towards the rest with a subtle sharp look in her eyes and gave a soft harrumph. The bystanders all scattered off, leaving the two alone in the corridor.

(I hope these orphans don't do anything to harm Sister Edna's reputation. It would be a bother if there was a rumour going around about her and myself. Wait . . . wouldn't that be a good thing?)

"Sister Edna, let's quickly go to the dining hall. My body is starting to become unwell. I need my treatment asap!"

"No matter what happens, you don't ever stop to throw in a few words here and there. I find that very admirable of you."

"Yay! I got praised by Sister Edna!" Dalis cried and jumped in joy like a child.

"But that doesn't mean you can continue to act like this in front of me. Be more mature! Or I will make sure to always have at least one person beside me at all times when near you."

"Sister Edna don't be cruel!"

In actuality, Dalis never shows this side of him with Sister Edna in public. Although there are times that it has happened, they were all borderline signs and could be dismissed. Otherwise, he would be in his usual behaviour. It fact, it may be a behaviour that he only shows to Sister Edna and only acts to Sister Edna. Some of Dalis's roommates are still to this day, debating on their relationship in secret. No one could deny that there was indeed something going on.

"Hmph, one day in the future you're going to be severely punished for your mischievous attitude around me. It won't be a matter of just Stilla."

"What exactly does that mean? Are you implying that there will be another self-proclaimed big sister?"

"It's possible. I could see it coming."

"Eh . . . all I need is Sister Edna. Please give me a break."

" . . . There you go again. You're going to make that girl upset."

"Stilla?"

"I was actually thinking of that girl you mentioned in the past of yours."

" . . . "

Seeing Dalis go silent, Sister Edna hurriedly spoke, "perhaps she may be your big sister."

" . . . Big sister, a family member?" Dalis's voice quivered as though he was clinging to some kind of hope.

"M-maybe," Sister Edna replied with a wavering voice. She was planning to tease him, but the mention of the past was a backfire. She had to express her next words carefully.

"Sister Edna, don't mind it."

"Eh?"

"If she is a family member then it would be joyous. If she isn't it’s fine right? I still have you and the Orphanage right? You said it before: "The Orphanage is your family and I'm your big sister in the family". Well personally, I only consider a few of them as my family . . . "

"Dalis . . . Yeah that's right Dalis. I'm your big sister and part of the family." Sister Edna wept and hugged Dalis tightly. She had to reinforce and imprint this with genuine feelings into his mind. Presently, Dalis appeared like any other orphan who had lost their home and family.

(Even if we aren't blood-related . . . No, quit mulling! Sister Edna and the rest is all I need . . . Yes . . . that is all . . . )

 

Spoiler: Chapter 50: Farewell Missionary Church of Vanquish and the Caleyar Orphanage (1)

"You children are leaving today right? That means we won't be seeing each other for a long time. I'm going to miss you children. No, us townsfolk and the nearby villagers will all miss you."

"Mrs Brown, the trip won't be that long. I promise! We will return here again before you know it. I can't wait for my next meal here at Lavachena," Stilla said happily as she continued to take voracious bites at her marinated chicken fajita.

"Hahahahaha. Stilla, I know you really like our cooking here and you won't be back for a while but . . . "Mr Brown left his words hanging before walking out from the counter and bending over to whisper in her ear, "the young lads beside you are wincing you know?"

"Mmmm?" Stilla turned towards Dalis and Melvin. Looking at their expressions, Stilla blushed a little red.

"The cuisine here is splendid as per usual. Much of the fare is abundant with various rich vitamins and proteins. Perfect for a growing gourmet such as myself. It is no surprise that Stilla is heavily engrossed with savouring her meal. There is no need to pay no heed to her small mess," Melvin verified as though he was talking to himself, turning away from Stilla.

"Y-You didn't need to do that!!" Stilla shouted, embarrassed.

"Ignoring his supercilious comment, the rest of what he said was true. Stilla we are setting off in an hour or so. Don't mind it," Dalis interjected. He too took bites of his exquisite meal without restraint. Albeit, he was much more presentable than Stilla and made sure to maintain his manners.

"Okay!" Obtaining both of their opinions elicited her to not mind herself. She then ordered a couple of more specialities from the menu.

Melvin felt a sense of apprehension overwhelm him. He began to ponder about what he should do.

(This girl . . . is her tummy a bottomless pit waiting to be filled? Should I intervene or let her spoil herself? Time is likely not an issue but . . . if she overeats it may risk some unpleasant happenings during the journey.)

Melvin did not wish to see Stilla cause a farce and was genuinely worried for her. Thus, he gazed back towards Stilla to warn her, only to be frozen in hesitation as he watched her blissfully devour and nimble the next batch of food.

"Perhaps it is fine to let things remain a little longer . . . " Melvin murmured.

Tinkle Tinkle

A bell tinkled as the shop's door opened. It was a young male that the three were very familiar with- it was Halio.

"Oh, looks like Sister Edna was right on. You kids are here after all."

Stilla was a little too preoccupied to notice, but Melvin and Dalis noticed Halio's entrance. Dalis was attentive to Melvin's countenance and discerned that it may lead to a bit of trouble. To avoid this, he promptly stood up and walked over.

"Were you looking for us?"

"Yeah, well . . . specifically for you mate. Though I have a message from Sister Edna for the rest."

"Understood. The message from Sister Edna?"

"She wants you guys to come about twenty-five minutes earlier. If ya kids don't, then you kids will regret it."

"Could you elaborate?"

"Dunno. Ask her yourself if you're so curious. Nope nevermind. You're coming with me so ya won't get that chance bud, sorry."

"I see. No problem. I will notify them."

"Notify? Well alright then I will be waiting outside the shop," Halio stated as he spun around and gave a wave from the back. He had planned to drop in and say a few words to Stilla and Melvin, but the leering by Melvin made him dismiss his idea. Instead, he will choose to send them their goodbyes with the rest of the teachers. Perhaps when they return, he and Melvin would be able to properly talk things out. It did not go well the last time he tried.

Dalis then went to notify Melvin and Stilla. Afterwards, he and Halio set off on a walk around the Town of Vanquish.

"Hotshot, ya didn't disappoint at all. I always knew you were a level above everyone else. It's not something that you would commonly see as talents. Rather, it's like your aptitude. Sometimes you bloody pull moves that aren't even taught. Seriously, who the hell raised you before Mama picked you up."

" . . . Thanks for the flattery."

"No this ain't flattery. It's genuine praise. Don't be so modest. You ain't gonna score more ladies if ya keep this up. Be proud of yourself. You damn edgelord," Halio corrected as he gave a couple of manly pats on his right shoulder.

"Edgelord? Screw off! How dare you describe me like that," Dalis angrily protested. He may be aloof, but could not be said to be apathetic. Being described as an "edgelord" was pejorative.

"Hahahahaha I'm just kidding. I know you ain't like that, though that's because I know you. Can't say the same for others I reckon. Maybe not an edgelord but edgy."

"Is that so . . . ?"

"Right on kiddo. Keep acting like that and you will get girls swooning after you. Although ya might wanna change the air around you a bit."

"I will keep the advice in mind."

In spite of what Dalis said, he did not. He had no interest in having girls swarm over him. However, he did agree with the change of air.

"You excited for your trip? You lucky kiddos even get the chance to participate in Cresuilge Kingdom's annual tournament. Damn, I wish I was a little younger. The glory is nice and all, but the real deal is facing the tests with the Knights of Majesty." Halio's eyes seemed to ignite with passion. Immediately, he began to discuss the famous Six Knights of Majesty from Cresuilge Kingdom.

Dalis had heard of them before, but Halio's knowledge was extensive and detailed. He even felt a little sceptic halfway through the talk. The way he said things made it seem as though he was providing him tips and warnings upon facing them. Particularly when he brought up the Master of Halberd, Michael Griffith. Could it be Halio had his hopes in Dalis defeating one of the Knights of Majesty?

"Anyways that's the gist of it. Share ‘em with the other kids if ya like. I see two fellows right up ahead there."

Following Halio's line of sight, Dalis's eyes rested upon two individuals he was quite familiar with.

The young male had short, tousled, brown hair that appeared to somewhat spike out in a waved shape. Unexpectedly, those quirky spikes seemed to accentuate his carefree outgoing personality. It was Allen. By his side was a girl with smooth, straight, long, black hair. Most of her bangs leaned to her, covering one side of her frontal tails and revealing only one of her ears on the opposite side. To top off her beauty, a portion of her hair at the back was formed into a bun held by a green pin. It was Sun Hee. These Two were roommates of Dalis.

"Do ya know where those kids are going?"

"Yes. They're likely going to the church for their final prayers before we set off."

"Have you gone yet?"

"No. I should depart as per instructions of Sister Edna."

"Mate, what are you doing? Go on and join them!"

With a nonchalant look, he nods and heads over to join the two.

(I swear that kid... He is responsible as long as it doesn’t involve Sister Edna. ) Halio couldn't help but let out a disappointed sigh.



***



"Allen and Sun Hee are you heading to the Church of Vanquish?"

The sudden call from behind startled them; they didn't notice his presence.

"Oh it's you Dalis. You're like those infamous Swamp people. How do you do that? You gotta teach me man!" Allen said with a voice laced in surprise. "Seriously teach me!" he added.

"I was just walking casually, what's the fuss?" Dalis replied a little flustered with a faint grin on his face. Whenever he was around Allen, he would enter into a good mood. Allen's charisma made him very likeable and was one of the few people, besides Stilla and Melvin, he was comfortable with.

"Hello Dalis," Sun Hee greeted with a reserved smile. She was a naturally shy person. Although she was comfortable with many people since her move to the Orphanage years ago, she was still a diffident girl at her core. When it came to talking to Dalis, it wasn't much different from an acquaintance.

Dalis turned to Sun Hee and gave a slight smile to her.

As though the smile had a magical effect, she started fidgeting. With a look of realisation she piped, "yes we are heading to the church!!"

Momentarily surprised, Allen laughs. "You heard her. We are on our way to the church. Let's get going shall we?" He begins to start walking off in an easy-going manner.

Watching him depart, Dalis and Sun Hee exchanged glances, and then followed after his steps towards the lush gardens of Vanquish.

 

Spoiler: Chapter 51: Farewell Missionary Church of Vanquish and the Caleyar Orphanage (2)

The three walked through the tall arching gate in the church's main entrance and were greeted by a small room. There were tables to their left, and right, stacked with papers detailing the teachings of Caleyar, and cluttered piles of Zetral symbols folded out of said paper. It was clearly the handy work of some of the younger children.

"Allen and Dalis, I'm going to clean the mess. You guys go on ahead."

"Go for it," Allen beamed. He made sure to keep his voice down.

Dalis gave a nod, and he praised her inwardly.

Despite what she said, they waited for her patiently.

When she finished and saw the two boys waiting, her face flushed a noticeable red. Timidly, she scuttled to them.

Afterwards, Allen pushed at one of the three closed doors leading into the main hall. Upon doing so, the trio found themselves within a vast space devoid of people with the exception of a few individuals who could be seen sitting in prayer on rows of oak benches. Their devoutness was exuded by colourful rays of light streaming in from the stained glass panels, flanking either side of a large statue of Caleyar himself, behind the altar directly ahead of them. Several unlit candles were positioned towards the far left and the far right of the church. A solitary lit candle drew the eyes of the children, meeting a kneeling petite figure in front of it.

Inadvertently, Dalis's steps made his way towards the figure; he stopped a fair distance from her. Curious of Dalis's sudden movements, the two left behind tailed him, stopping just before him. When they arrived, Allen and Sun Hee saw Dalis close his eyes and silently pray. Solemnly, the two began to also commune with the Church. They hoped that Caleyar would pardon their behaviour.

After a moment of time, Dalis awakened, crossing with a pair of blurring, deep-set, dark-brown eyes, and an elegant twirling physique.

"Do you perhaps need something from me?" the girl softly asked as she gently swiped the strands of locked black hair scantily flowing past her wispy eyebrows.

"No."

The girl very faintly tilted her head; a slight curiosity could be seen within her expression.

"You were alone again. So I thought it would be a little better if I joined you."

With an unreadable expression she asked, "why?"

"Company."

" . . . Thank you."

Treading without a sound, the girl walked away, leaving the petite figure only to be seen in the distance.

"Oh, that person is gone," Allen whispered, dispersing the created mood.

"You know her?"

"Well I didn't really pay attention," Allen said apologetically. "When I saw you pray I just went along with the flow you know?" he added.

"I see."

"Want me to go catch her?" Allen suggested.

"No need. On another note, how long has it been?"

"It's been about . . . haha, good one Dalis." With a green face filled with smiles, Allen immediately started to softly yatter at Sun Hee. "Sun Hee, Sun Hee, Sunhee—"

Following a startled cry she asked, "what's wrong Allen?"

"Sun Hee how long has it been?"

"Umm let's see . . . it's been about fifteen minutes since coming here with Dalis."

"..."

"..."

(@#$%^&*# Sister Edna is going to kill me!)



***



"Allen, Sun Hee, and . . . Dalis. Your big sister would like an explanation."

Currently, the late trio were in front of a very, very, grumpy Sister Edna. An elderly man with a weathered face stood beside her, holding a rectangular-shaped object with a cylindrical surface sticking out in the middle. He appeared just as displeased as Sister Edna. Behind them were their roommates. Many of them had pitying and sympathetic expressions while others leaked out their displeasure. A particular blonde boy appeared to have no comment but his supercilious body expressions may suggest otherwise.

"Ah, well, me and Sun Hee were together about an hour ago. We were with a few others checking out the last spots to visit before we go on our expedition. Then later on we remembered that we haven't done our prayers. So we went downtown and headed towards the main church. But since we were on our way there, we decided to stop at a few more other places along the way. After all, we won't be here for a while right?"

"Yes that's right Allen. Continue." The demoness smiled.

"Then along the way, Dalis called out to us and we went towards the church. But since we were on our way there, we decided to stop at a few more other places along the way. Instead of two, it would be the three of us! After all, we won't be here for a while right?"

" . . . "

Everyone else: " . . . "

"And so then—"

"We are very sorry Sister Edna please forgive us. Due to the arisal of some unexpected circumstances and sequence of events, we were unable to arrive on schedule. We apologize to not only Sister Edna, but also everyone else who has been affected by our inconveniences and tardiness," Dalis proclaimed in a stern voice. He gave a slight bow.

"We are very sorry," Sun Hee apologized, hastily after watching him bow.

"We are very sorry!" Allen followed after. Fortunately, he no longer had to put more than just a foot in the grave.

"Kids these days never being punctual. Back in my day they'd bring the good ol" cane. A whack here and there and the cheeky attitude be out the window. That"d show them . . . ," the old man gravelly yapped.

Glancing at the elder, Sister Edna let out a deep sigh.

"I will punish you naughty children later: we need to get this photoshoot done," she said in a stern voice before changing her displeased countenance to a bright smile. "Come on, get in with the rest!" she added.

The three were momentarily surprised, and they excitedly went to their respective spots. Even Dalis could not help but show the eagerness from his legs in spite of ambling along.

"Dalis you're finally here. Jeez, I didn't think you would be late for something like this. You are never late for special occasions," Stilla remarked.

Melvin seemed to not react to his arrival and remained his gaze to the front. But it only took a few seconds before he "accidently" turned his head to "coincidentally" catch sight of Dalis.

"Oh, you were here? I lost track of time, as I began to meaninglessly ponder about the life habits of insects. It seems that is no longer necessary."

Dalis turned away in a brush manner. He was late and had no excuses; he had no desire to cause trouble.

Melvin let out a pompous snort and turned to the front.

"Ready ungrateful brats?"

"Ready! ^0^" chirped Stilla. Nobody had expected someone to happily reply to his scoffed question. If there was a reply, it would only be a response filled with indignance, that is, if it wasn't Stilla.

*Shutter sound*



***



"Melvin you don't need to try so hard. Just be normal. Smile and you will naturally be in position. See, watch me!" A sunny smile passed by Melvin's face.

"Like this?"

"Eh . . . I don't really like it . . . Now it looks like the smile teacher Halio would give sometimes. It's kind of . . . Let's try again."

"Damn all you kids are the same. All tryna look perfect with your model physiques, muscles, hooters, poses, makeup . . ." the old man mumbled and continued to ramble on.

On Dalis's end, although he appeared unconcerned on the surface, he was also at work trying to appear perfectly presentable. It turned out that they were only having one photo taken for each group: one photo as fifteen and the other in their small groups. Thus, he was deeply contemplating.

"Dalis please help meee. I keep telling him to be normal, but he keeps being like this."

Dalis cut from his mind turned to face Melvin. It appeared that Melvin did not even notice Stilla requesting aid from his nemesis as he was too preoccupied with adjusting his suave looks in his pocket mirror. Wait, did he just take out a hand brush? Hold on, it seemed that he wasn't satisfied with his hair brush. Using a practiced hand gesture, he conjured a controlled wind breeze from the palm of his hand and began to use his hand like a blow dryer.

Dalis's mouth was agape; Stilla had no words.

(Th—This guy . . . he simply . . . never fails to impress me. Unfathomable, truly unfathomable. Since when did he have those beauty essentials? Three years . . . , three whole years in the same ROOM, and all I had was an instinctive suspicion. I have been enlightened), Dalis ruminated with his mouth still agape.

The elderly man appeared to age ten more years; the wrinkles on his face multiplied.

"Brats, this busy man is giving you four seconds and whether you are ready or not, ya going to get what you get."

4

"Melvin!"

"Ah, ah, ah, hurry, hurry, hurry guys!"

3

"MELVIN YOU POMPOUS AND PRETENTIOUS IDIOT!!"

The startled Melvin dropped his essentials onto the ground and bewilderedly looked at Dalis. In fact, everyone nearby turned to look at the ruckus.

"Did I just hear Dalis scream . . . ?!" an Orphan shouted out.

"Seriously? It wasn't just my ears?" another Orphan questioned.

"Dalis and Stilla sure have it rough," Sienna commented.

"D-Dalis?!" Sister Edna cried as she jumped a little in the air turning away from a group towards Dalis's group.

2

Melvin flinched. He began to reboot, and recollect, and conceive many things to assemble a functioning result. However, his disarrayed thoughts were sent elsewhere as one of his arms was suddenly locked.

"S-Stilla?"

Unfortunately, his response went unheard, as Stilla hurriedly tried to pose at the Camera. Dalis was already quick on the uptake and had already faced the front. Yet, that did not prevent him from having the same treatment as Melvin.

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Author note: Book 1 finished. The Odyssey's Beginning.

I would love to have this picture illustrated and added here! Perhaps that day will come one day! It would mean so much to me. Although we haven't known them for long, this will become a very precious memory. Lots of action coming up soon, I promise! Like a lot!! I hope those eager to see could wait patiently. There's going to be some deadly serious battles coming up after the tournament.

It is unfortunate we were unable to complete the challenge (We got pretty close though, Thank you). Thus, our release schedule will be released 3 times a week on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. On the bright side, it gives me a breather and chapters won't lose quality under pressure.

 

Spoiler: Chapter 52: Welcome to Book 2 and the Cresuilge Kingdom

It had already been two weeks since their departure to the north. A church wagon train could be seen following the road trails to The Cresuilge Kingdom. It would not be long until they enter into the inner Kingdom gates—to the Royal Capital. They had already passed the borders and were within the vicinity of many neighbouring towns, cities, and villages. This was already the Cresuilge Kingdom's territory.

The Cresuilge Kingdom is located a little below the middle of the Pedlar Continent and was quite close in proximity to the Missionary Church. For the other major powers, the distance from them to Cresuilge Kingdom would take over a span of months via a church wagon.

Dalis stared out the window of the church wagon. This wagon is different from a covered wagon in that they were made with blessed material all-around. In addition, the wagon had a permanent top and a superimposed zetral-styled cloth as a cover. There were several square sliding windows that, and a separate cloth attached on these window spots to cover if needed, especially during the night.

(To think Sister Edna would be going on the trip to supervise the chosen children. Nevertheless, be in charge of our group—group 1). Dalis's lips curled upwards to form a faint smile.



*Flashback*

Sister Edna, you're going to be our supervising Sister?!

That's right, were you surprised?~

Not really, it was just to be expected. Who else can be a perfect fit besides my one and only Sister Edna?

Young man, watch your words. They can be misleading.

What's misleading Sister Edna?

Your Sister just remembered about your punishment.

*Gulp*

*Present*



"If only matters were that simple . . . " Dalis mumbled.

(It is likely that Mother pulled some strings or had pre-planned this long ago).

"Dalis what are you looking at? Did you find something interesting?" Stilla asked.

"No, but it is somewhat confounding that Cresuilge Kingdom has such a large difference in living conditions compared to the Vanquish territory. Is this the so-called industrialisation?" Dalis said in a manner as if he was talking to himself.

After a fair distance into Cresuilge Kingdom's territory, almost every orphan that was not an internship student was unable to take their eyes away from the window, including Dalis. It was as though the children were living in a colourless world striped black and white, and had entered a foreign world that was filled with a concept known as colour.

The average villager did not wear their simple sleeveless capes or coats with sleeves. Nor did they have poor long gowns with sleeveless tunics and wimples to cover their hair. Let alone, sheepskin cloaks, woollen hats, fur capes, and cloaks. Instead, they wore wool, cotton, and other materials to form their clothing: jackets, vests, pants, and shirts, etc.

The quality was similar to the well-off villages and average citizens from the Town of Vanquish. It's no surprise, after all, these were imported by the Cresuilge Kingdom!

When it came to the townspeople and city folks, they varied between having the quality of a villager at the lowest point and trendy and fashionable garments at the highest point. They were not inferior to the embroidered quality robes, long gowns, silk dresses, gorgeous accessories, and complete sets of hanfu from Feeria.

Moreover, this was just the fashion. The infrastructure tended to be relatively similar to buildings from Zetral. They were made from malleable materials like wood, wattle, and daub, and cob, etc. Though the main difference is that the buildings did not faintly glimmer with gold light.

Despite what Dalis had seen, he had a peculiar feeling with how he felt about it. It was very strange, and he couldn't put his finger on it. But if he had to describe it, he would say it is too . . . modernised? It couldn't be summed with a culture shock.

"Oh yeah, the clothing and stuff right? It's similar back at home but everything looks so different!" Stilla bubbled as she moved closer to Dalis to look outside with him.

Dalis moved aside when he felt the incoming presence. Knowing Stilla, she was going to accidentally hog most of the space. She really failed at being a "big sister" if she can't even notice little things like this.

Curious of his peers, Dalis surveyed the inside of the wagon. He saw Sienna sitting down with a weird face. Following her line of sight, Dalis's eyes enlarged. A figure stood as straight as a door. From the backdoor, one could see the figure's hands clasped behind his back. Although he looked as straight as a door, if one looked closely, they could see his head slightly tilted upwards. It wasn't apparent from a back view but to those outside it was clear as day.



***



"Apparently, there's news of some suspicious figures having trespassed the borders," a patrolling guard said.

"Suspicious figures? What do we know?" the inner Kingdom gate guard asked."

"According to reports, they were glimpsed near the Vestorn Village. Unfortunately, they disappeared during the moment of panic."

"Then, it is possible that they have already fled. Vestorn Village is close to the northeast border after all. Any suspicions on their background?"

"Likely from Feeria or the Swamp based on their supposed tracks. Only their techniques would be able to hide them once they dare enter our territory, particularly the Swamp. However, it could be an assembly of rogue practitioners. That would be most likely . . ."

"The tournament commences in a few days. It is very possible they are here to cause trouble there. Has everyone else been notified?"

"Only a handful sir. We have our hands full with all the incoming visitors, and we wish to not cause a panic. The other patrolling guards and nearby knights in the area have their eyes peeled."

"Good. If they last appeared at Vestorn Village, it would be very difficult for them to proceed into the Royal Capital by this point of time. I will notify the castle right away and request the gatekeeper to notify all gate guards to raise security," The inner Kingdom guard said and strode away at a hurried pace.

Feeling satisfied with fulfilling his duty, the patrolling guard left to return to his post which coincided with the entering church wagons. The guard perceived an uncomfortable feeling as though someone was watching him. Being uneasy, he hastily moved his head.

No longer was he in a pleasant mood.

In one of the proudly moving church wagons, the guard saw a suave man with his head slightly poking out of the window. That elevated chin of his was eye-catching. Examining his indifferent eyes, he did not see him looking at him. Yet, his senses were telling him that he was exuding a sliver of disdain behind his gaze.

"Fuck that kid," the guard cussed and moved his eyes away only to regret his actions.

He saw in each one of those windows across him a person standing as straight as a door, literally looking down on him. Yes, these others did not even attempt to hide their disdain. They looked at him either with amusement or derided him. They did this by chuckling to themselves or by tilting their heads in a contemptuous manner.

"God damn Feeria brats!!"

That voice did not come from the guard. The voice, in fact, belonged to one of the several affected onlookers. If it wasn't for them being kids and knowing those wagons were respected guests from either Zetral or the Missionary Church . . . they would've already waged war. Yet, that was only a fleeting wish.

As if that voice was the trigger, the rest of the onlookers began to spout a bunch of retorts.

"You kids think you're so funny?!" a woman shouted out, thrusting her index finger at them. "I would like to see that bold attitude once you get into the inner Kingdom!!" she added in a stronger, more reprimanding voice.

"Arrogant under the banner of Zetral, the symbol of Caleyar, you children better respect the Lord's magnanimity to be even under his protection!" a woman cried.

"Like their mothers and fathers, they're snobs, snobs, snobs," a man scoffed under his breath in a tone loud enough to reach their ears.

The guard was no longer hesitant. Without regard to his respected image, he began to yell.

"You spoiled brats think you can get away with this under the presence of the King?! Don't think I don't know who you brats are. One word from me and all of you won't even think about pissing others off!!"

Unfortunately for the onlookers, their discontent was only music to their ears; they strived to act even more snobbish and arrogant.

(At this rate, these Melvins will end up getting us all in trouble. Looks like I have no choice). Dalis shook his head side to side in a sighing manner. He was about to get Stilla onto them.

"Do you immature Feerias really need another wake-up call? It seemed we didn't discipline you fools hard enough last time," Benito said. He adjusted his white scarf as though he was getting ready before teaching them a lesson.

"Benito, no need to dirty your hands. I, your comrade Li Jun shall handle this." He strutted past Benito and went to face one of the Feerias next to the window.

"Hmph, if the Jun Clan wishes to do some house cleaning, then I cannot remain idle." Hayate immediately turned and set his sights on that obnoxious blonde boy. His crimson ponytail fluttered in his stirred windy presence.

Dalis watched the scuffle ensue as everyone began to fight.

(I wonder if they sell popcorn in the Cresuilge Kingdom? I'm going to need this when Melvin faces someone he can't match. Unfortunately, this wish will probably never come true.)

"Hey Stilla do you still have those cookies?"

His call went unanswered: he was enjoying himself so much that he forgot that Stilla was actually in the fray.

Dalis then casually went towards Stilla's bag to scavenge the remaining cookies. He would never do this to anyone but her and Melvin.

 

Spoiler: Chapter 53: Exploring The Roaring Kingdom!

Eventually, the children settled down in the lodgings of the Church of Lazel. This small church was a subsidiary of the Head Church in Zetral, much like the Missionary Church. The scale of its size and location in the Cresuilge Kingdom meant it did not have an Apostle. Instead, an archbishop was reigning in command, and his name was Callum. His title as an archbishop meant he was one rank lower than an Apostle in the Church hierarchy.

Archbishop Callum was a busy man and would usually hand the duties of religious practices to the rest of the clergy. After all, he was, essentially, the middleman for relations with the Church and the Cresuilge Kingdom. However, he would usually briefly attend the beginning of banquets and other daily church services if he has time. Today, he was briefly present to welcome the children from the Orphanage.

"Children of the Orphanage, it is in the name of our Lord, that we are here to meet before the passages to his sacred halls. This staunch devout is referred to as Archbishop Callum. It is the truth that we are all spread from the land's soil and may hold different thoughts. Yet I wish, I beseech, each young one to continue to pray, not only for the sole of our lord, but also, the intercession and wellbeing of the people, and the earthly world . . ."

The preach lasted for a while. While he orated the rites of the church, he lead the children and Orphanage personnel out of the vestibule into the mostly vacant sanctuary. He demonstrated a short service of liturgy and requested children to engage in prayers. By the end of noon, the children were dismissed and were permitted to explore outside into the inner Kingdom.

"Now, we want you children here just before evening," Sister Josella ordered.

"Remember to stick in groups so you don't get lost. We won't be there to supervise you." Sister Edna's eyes swept over the children. Dalis had the feeling her eyes lingered a little longer on him than the rest.

(There are plenty of other . . . troublemakers. Why me? Wait. I just acknowledged myself as part of them.)

"You children may leave now," Sister Edna announced.

The children began to excitedly form groups, dispersing into the tumultuous bustling street of people.

"Dalis you're going with Allen and Sunhee right?" Stilla reaffirmed.

Dalis nods his head in response. "Do you want to join?"

"Hmmm . . . it's okay! Have fun with them alright?" Stilla cheerfully runs off, dragging the spectating Melvin along.

Dalis turned around but skid mid-way of his rotation. "We will meet up later!" he shouted, just enough for her to hear it.

Stilla having heard the voice paused in her tracks; she was surprised. Lifting one hand to the air, she began to wave. "Yeah!"

And of course, she was smiling, beautifully.

"Ready to go Dallis?" Allen asked.

"Let's go."



***



"Woah!" "Wow!" "Ooooh" these leakages of voices and the like have been repeated every so often. The attractive street vendors did not fail to entice the passing pedestrians. Whether they were young, middle, or aged, everyone was engrossed. The youths begged and pestered their mothers to buy them the latest toys at King's “R” Us. Packed with women and men were the boutiques, with the less fortunate were left to enviously watch through the glass displays. They did not seem unsatisfied; however, as they soon moved onto other windows to peer at—window shopping. Aged men and even knights could be seen chatting heartily right outside their favourite taverns.

The entrance to the new world left the children unable to decide where to lay their eyes on.

"This place is amazing!!! Where have I been living all my life!” Allen enthusiastically cried.

"It's very nice!!"" Sun Hee bubbled. The reserved personality of hers was no longer there.

"So many things to look and select from! I really wonder if the money I have saved up is enough?" Allen awed, and then looked over to Dalis. "What's wrong? You look kinda out of it. Let me guess, too speechless to speak?" he added.

" . . . "

Yes, he wanted to be speechless and without a sole word of utterance, but this was too much.

Cresuilge Kingdom. It is a monarchy, a command economy, that enforced the communistic ideal—ideal it truly was. Each citizen was provided with the rights to a healthy lifestyle, equal work hours, plenty of time to spend with their families, and full coverage over their living expenses. Rather, there were no living expenses, to begin with. Each citizen of the Kingdom was deeply grateful to their rulers. Each of them worked seamlessly like cogs in a well-oiled machine, giving more than they materially received, and yet they were all happy. This was the closest you could come to a world without money, where each man thought of others before themselves. Surprisingly, however, Cresuilge Kingdom boasted the single greatest economic standing among all nations by far, prospering from international trade, tourism, as well as schooling, and craftsmanship. It was truly a hubbub of commercial activity. Their defences only grew overwhelmingly stronger and at a faster rate. Essentially, each citizen was a worker, and the Cresuilge Kingdom itself was the workplace.

" . . . Is it like this in other nations?" Dalis asked. He managed to not let a quiver leak out from his disturbed mind.

Allen seemed unsure and looked at Sun Hee. Sun Hee spoke: "like we have learnt in our studies, it is much different. You should ask Melvin."

"I see . . ." (Sun Hee that is the last person I would ask.)

While they talked, a flirtatious young couple passed them. The couple entered a sweet confectionery store, Valentinas, exchanging whispers.

Dalis became a little distracted; his inquisitive eyes were drawn to the store.

(A confectionery store . . . but why do I have the feeling that if I dared enter I will lose my mind?) Dalis wondered. He was extremely curious. However, his instincts were warning him to not enter.

"Hey guys, let's keep moving along. How about we try searching for potions. Those would be useful during our expedition right?" Allen suggested.

"Yes," Sun Hee nodded.

Dalis nodded his head in response. Potions were vital items for practitioners. Their numerous effects, such as healing and curing, were indispensable when venturing into the wilds of Pedlar Continent.

"Excuse me elder, are all these potions made from Zetral?" Allen asked the shopkeeper.

Adjusting his grey, curly hair which clumsily hangs over his head, he reveals a warm face. "That is right. These are all imports from Zetral. You young children must be from Zetral, right?"

"Not quite! We are from the Missionary Church. We are part of the Orphanage."

"Oh? We have been notified by the Church of Lazel to give you children heavy discounts on purchases. Pick whichever you like."

"Please wait, elder. Wouldn't you need to check if what we said was true?" Sun Hee interjected.

"Well is it not true?"

The words of the elder momentarily stunned Sun Hee and Allen.

"We are from the Orphanage elder," Dalis affirmed.

The elder did not say anything, but his gestures were as clear as day.

The three thanked the elder.

"You two pick ahead. I don't have a blessed mana seed, so it would be better off me buying from a normal potion store," Dalis said.

Potions concocted by alchemists from the church were very effective for blessed mana users. Not only were they welcomed by the body, but users were also able to stir the blessed mana in the mixture to obtain heightened effects. On the other hand, other mana users were only able to obtain roughly 50% of the effects of the potion on average. Moreover, long use of consumption has been said to cause detriments to the body. Thus, the majority of people purchased potions from the alchemists of the Swamp to fulfil their needs.

"Yeah, that sucks. But Sister Edna and Joselina said you won't be able to get a discount. Are you sure? Do you want us to help you pay?" Allen asked.

"You don't need to hesitate," Sun Hee whispered quietly. Despite her shyness, she was willing to help Dalis.

" . . . Thank you. There is no need. However, I appreciate both of your kindness," Dalis sincerely said with his face a little embarrassed.

When they saw his rare reaction, grins inevitably spread across their faces, though Sun Hee partially covered her mouth with a palm to hide it.

"Don't worry, we will be sure to get the best deal we can get!" Allen declared. He hurriedly purchased the potions and pushed Dalis along the buzzing streets.

"Please Allen. There is no need. Besides, you need to save your money right."

"What do you mean? Isn't it natural to help your brothers and sisters?"

Dalis's steps halted.

"Hmm? Something up?" Allen asked. "You look kind of deep in thought," he added.

"Oh?—Anyways . . ." He snuck up close to Allen's ear and whispered: "weren't you going to buy a present for . . . your girl "

"Wawawawa right! I completely forgot."

(This guy. He really forgot. Even after his usual group gave him the okay). Dalis felt that sometimes his airhead-like moments are facepalm worthy.

"Crap! Where's Sun Hee? I think we lost her in this crowd," Allen exclaimed, surveying the surroundings desperately to find her.

"Idiot. Let's go." Dalis began to retrace his steps back. Allen followed and did not remain idle in his search.

It did not take long until they found her.

"There she is!" Allen pointed at her, standing inside an accessory store.

The two entered: they found her situated in the section filled with large displays of boards covered with rows of accessories. One of the long glass slides was framed open.

As they neared her, they simultaneously came to a standstill.

Dalis gazed at Allen, staring intently at Sun Hee. Despite standing still, she seemed a little restless while examining the accessories. With one arm clenched to her chest and the other slightly extending in and out, her hand continued to waver.

Watching her struggle, Allen's mind was already decided. He ambled over to Sun Hee and reached his hand out to the emerald butterfly pin.

"Here you g—"

Allen's arm collided with another arm.

 

Spoiler: Chapter 54-55: A Game of Spoof with a Mysterious Uptown Girl

"Ah?"

" . . . "

Allen raised his head from the display case: he saw an unfamiliar girl with wavy black ponytails. Her yellow eyes darted for a quick glimpse but quickly averted as she seized the emerald butterfly pin. The girl triumphantly smirked at him and began to skip away.

"H-hey wait!" Allen hurriedly lumbered past her tracks.

The girl faced him but did not utter a word. It appeared she was willing to hear him out.

"Could I please have that pin? I'm sure there are other accessories here that would suit you!"

" . . . " The girl's demeanour radiated displeasure.

"Ah, um . . . over there!" He pointed towards a red chained bracelet and rushed to it. "How about this? It looks nice, right?"

She peered over with interest but ended up scoffing at him. Her attitude gave the impression that Allen had a horrible taste in fashion.

"Allen!" Sun Hee called out to him. Sheepishly, she shook her head back and forth.

"B-but—!"

Sun Hee ignored him and apologetically bowed to the girl. "Take care of it," she softly said.

" . . . " The girl paused and then nodded.

Allen was not willing to give up. While gritting his teeth, he unhesitantly tucked his hands into his pockets and grasped out all the coins in his repository. "I'm willing to spend everything."

The girl's eyes dilated but soon rolled over, dismissing him. Letting out a soft snort, she scooped through her purse, revealing a wealthy sum of gold coins. With a palm of her hand, she began to toss the gold coins in the air to herself as though she was juggling a handball. A bright self-satisfied smirk planted firmly on her face.

Anger threatened to swell over him, but the cause of his vex was not her actions but, rather, himself. He was just a poor boy from an orphanage: how would he be able to compare to this girl in wealth? Let alone any of the average citizens here?

While the girl watched over him, she suddenly felt the weight of her juggles decrease. "Fifteen gold coins. An uptown girl." A flat voice resonated by her ear.

A shudder crossed her spine. She turned to face the owner of the voice. Her mind went blank, and her body rooted. From a glance, many would say he was quite handsome. He was a pale-skinned male with a slim but refined body. He had straight, short, jet-black hair, and dark brown eyes. Those faintly cold eyes of his were narrow and up-turned, making it seem as though he could pierce and see-through anybody. However, his aloof countenance overshadowed this impression. And instead, made him seem overall nonchalant, dumbing his expected demeanour. It was somewhat unapproachable.

The girl was completely silent, but her demeanour spoke otherwise. Even though she did not move a muscle, her deep, profound gaze scrutinised him with fervent intensity.

It was very enigmatic.

It paused Dalis's train of thoughts startling him.

He was unable to comprehend her. Just a minute ago he had grasped a general impression of her character, but now it was all out of the window.

Was him snatching the gold that much of a shock to her? The situation was very contrary to his expectations.

It was simply too strange.

In any case, he decided to continue on with his plan. That was the most important.

"Ever heard of the game spoof?"

The question aroused not only the girl but also Allen and Sun Hee; they all faced him with looks of puzzlement. In fact, the girl was also very intrigued: her deep eyes glittered and concealed twinkling stars.

"Uhhh, Dalis? Game or what not. Shouldn’t you give back the gold? Allen suggested.

Sun Hee appeared very lost and was unable to comment.

"I have heard of it."

A charming voice tinged with delight resounded—the voice belonged to the girl.

"Oh? Shall we play it?" Dalis asked.

The girl firmly nodded her head. The other two were left with disbelief.

The game of spoof was essentially a zero-sum coin game. For Dalis's spoof game, it was the same, but it was a modified version.

In this game, there is a coin pool, the initial number of coins, and these are distributed to each player's bank. The bank is a bag of coins the player has which was taken from the coin pool.

From the beginning, a player is required to request any number of coins from the coin pool as long as it was not the initial amount or over. The second player and onwards do this until the sum of the total coins in the coin pool is zero. In the case of three or more players, the amount taken must leave each player with at least one coin. The initial player to take money from the coin pool is also recognised as the first player to make calls in the preceding rounds.

During each round, starting from the first player, each player is required to guess the aggregate number of coins held hidden in their opponent's/opponents’ hands. Each player can conceal from zero coins, up to the number of coins they hold in their bank. When all guesses have been called, everyone calls "Spoof!" revealing their hands.

If someone correctly guesses the number of coins the opponent/opponents have in a round, they are dismissed and ranked first if they are first to be dismissed. Conversely, if nobody manages to guess correctly, then at the end of each round each remaining player is deducted one coin from their bank. If one were to have taken more than ten coins from the coin pool, then that player would be deducted three coins instead. When a person's bank has zero coins, they are removed from the game. Naturally, the first person to reach zero would be ranked the lowest.

In the case when multiple players are either removed or dismissed, the last person to guess is the first to be removed or dismissed.

The game proceeds until there is one person left standing. That person's ranking is dependent on the rankings of the other players.

The first person to be dismissed is ranked first, and the first person to be removed is ranked last. If only one player is remaining, then they are ranked between the last dismissed and the last removed player. In the case that nobody else was ever dismissed, this remaining player would be ranked first and be victorious.

After Dalis explained the rules, the game was set in motion.

"Ladies first." Dalis signaled.

The girl smiled and walked up to him. The lips of her mouth briefly opened but abruptly closed.

(The rules of this game . . . are fishy. My intuition warns me that this is a trap. It's not that there are any flaws with the rules but . . . this game's advantage is skewered too much to the first player.)

"Is there something wrong?" Dalis innocently asked.

(Of course there is something wrong! Have you actually even played this game before?!) The girl retorted in her mind.

"The coin pool used—"

"Yes. The coin pool refers to all the coins I obtained from you."

"Kay. Fourteen coins."

Dalis reluctantly handed the fourteen gold coins.

"Is this your first time playing spoof?" the girl asked.

"Yes."

"With your modified rules?" Her narrowed eyes sharpened.

"Yep. Never played the original. Thought I would spice the game up a little with new rules."

"Unfortunately, you made it especially boring. Stupid." The girl was on edge to play the game, but now that eagerness was no longer present. She was many times more displeased with him than Allen.

"Shall we begin?"

A slack nod from her marked the beginning of the game.

Two arms extended out between them, concealing the chosen coins for this round.

"Zero."

"Four."

"Spoof!"



Round 1 Results.

Girl: Hides 6

Dalis: Hides 1

"Since nobody guessed correctly, each person is deducted one or three coins from this round. I now have eleven coins from my bank and you have . . . haah what a waste of time!" The pissed off girl stormed her way to the counter without sparing a sole glance at her defeated opponent. Not even bothering to take her coins back.

"Four coins . . ."

The raging storm turned still.

"I have four coins left now."

She turned around and saw the boy casually wave four coins in between his fingers.

"Are those—"

"Does it look as if I could even have a gold coin?"

" . . . "

The girl stood in silence.



***



( . . . It's been over half a minute. Is this girl really that spoiled?)

"So from the beginning there wasn't just fifteen coins . . ."

"No. I actually took nineteen coins from you."

" . . . Cheater, liar."

"I did not cheat. But it can be argued that I lied, yes, call it deceiving."

"So from the start you rigged the game."

"You did not bother to check the coins I took."

" . . . " (I trusted you . . . )

Gazing at her downcast expression, Dalis felt even more guilty. He thought she would lash out at him, but once again, his expectations were betrayed. Why does she look so sad? (Mmm I really should have used the real modified version. Not this trap version. I feel pathetic even if it's to win.)

Be that as it may, Dalis knew he had to go and apologise to her.

"I am sorry for deceiving you. I should have played fairly with the real rules. And well when I saw—" Dalis could not finish his sentence as an index finger was poised between his lips.

"Shhhhh."

Dalis's eyes widened from the drastic turn of events. Let alone his entrapped mouth, the girl's head was only a ruler width apart from his own, face to face. He felt his heart slightly race.

"Let's continue with the game. Okay?"



***



The second round was about to commence. Dalis, up to this time, was still confused by her actions. Despite his confusion, when he saw the bewitching smile of the charming witch, he understood that this girl is a capricious vixen. Yet, he did not detect any hidden animosity from her. Rather . . . the opposite. That was the number one mystery out of the seven mysteries of this capricious vixen.

"Three!"

"Eight."

"Spoof!"



Round 2 Results.

Girl: Hides 2

Dalis: Hides 1

Total: 8 coins for the girl. 3 coins for Dalis.



Locking each other's eyes with mirrored stares, they began the next round.

"Zero!"

"Seven."

"Spoof!"



Round 3 Results.

Girl: Hides 6

Dalis: Hides 1

Total: 5 coins for the girl. 2 coins for Dalis.

(Why does he continue to hide one? Is the number one his favourite number? Or is this guy mocking me . . . ? No, this guy is a scheming type. He must be deliberately doing this. The moment he thinks I will guess one, he will have unexpectedly changed his hand to be another number. And that would be . . . )

"Zero!"

" . . . F-four."

"Spoof!"

(He paused! He stuttered! It's my victory!)



Round 4 Results.

Girl: Hides 3

Dalis: Hides 1

Total: 2 coins for the girl. 1 coin for Dalis.

"What??!!! Y-you chose one again??!!" The girl's finger transformed into a sharp dagger and pointed towards him. She demanded an explanation!

"Please keep your voice down. We are in a public environment," Dalis reprimanded.

"Wasn’t this all part of your ploy?"

"Could you elaborate further, madam?"

Flaming fumes could be seen steaming over her disfigured mischievous face. The smoke permeating out from her was definitely not full of joy. It was full of anger! Worst of all was his way of feigning ignorance. He acted like a receptionist who was ready to ignorantly dismiss any kind of complaint from a customer.

"Why did you pause and then stutter!" she shouted but maintained her voice to an acceptable level.

"Sorry I bit my tongue." [shitsurei, kamimashita.]

" . . . "

" . . . "

Without a word, she steadily closed her eyes and began her breathing exercises. She used the breathing method taught by her father to cope with the exhaustion. It was unfit for somebody like her to lose her calm: she must calm down.

Dalis wanted to agitate her a little further by asking why she was trying to cultivate in the middle of the game. But if he did that, he would risk being ignited to ashes.

( . . . In the first place, why am I acting like this? Isn't this how I treat Melvin? In fact, I'm too casual. I don't even know her . . .)

Before Dalis could contemplate further, he was interrupted by her voice.

"Go next."

"Are you forfei—nevermind . . . Let's proceed to the next round." Dalis was forced to end his words short when he saw her glare magnify a hundredfold.

"One!"

"One!"

"Spoof!"



Round 5 Results.

Girl: Hides 1

Dalis: Hides 1

"Ooooh a tie?" Allen interjected. He had finally found an opportunity to join in. The building and atmosphere from before had made it very difficult to intervene.

"What happens now?" Sun Hee asked.

" . . . "

" . . . "

"Why did you conceal one coin again?" No, forget it . . . If it's what I believe it is then I will really lose it. So I will ask, why did you guess one? You had a one in three chance. Yet you chose one."

(Smart girl. She knows I was mocking her.) "It's related to why I concealed one again. By spamming the ones into your thoughts . . ."

"Nope nope nope nope nope nope. I'm done. Please don't go any further." The recovered breathes threatened to stir up. She did a quick breathing exercise once again and then recomposed herself. She added, "but there is one thing that is bugging me."

"Go on."

"Were you trying to win? I saw through your tactic. You were trying to win at the beginning with that plan of throwing the ones out to confuse me but then it kind of changed, I think? You would've had me, I believe, if you were seriously trying to win. It's like you stopped caring. I dislike that."

" . . . You're correct. I wonder why . . ."

"You tell me."

"I guess I didn't mind you winning."

The tone of his voice couldn't be described as flat or nonchalant. Rather, it sounded as if he was puzzled. As if he was trying to affirm himself of his own words. A deep pensive look emerged from the girl for a moment of time. Then, she began to pack her coins away back into her purse. Afterwards, she strutted towards Dalis and snatched the coins away from him . . . or at least that was what was supposed to happen.

"Is there something with my arm?" Dalis enquired. He could feel her firm, warm, slender right hand grasp his arm. "Hey! What are you doing?"

"Let me move closer to you."

"Huh? No!" Dalis attempted to shrug her off, but his arm was like a hooked fish and thus unable to let go; a futile struggle. The approaching fresh scent of lavender tickled his nose and caused his mind to momentarily unfocus.

(Despite her petite frame, she is unexpectedly very physically strong. A body consolidator? Stronger than Stilla?)

Although she was glamorous, Dalis did not wish for some unknown girl to freely touch him. Hence, he launched a karate chop to her forehead.

?

It seemed to do the trick. In her state of confusion, Dalis handed over the coins and backed up a few steps from her.

"Sowwy."

"You are a quite peculiar, uptown girl."

An enchanting smile arose from her lips, seemingly satisfied with his “compliment”. Then she ambled along towards Sun Hee. Without giving her a chance to react, she grabbed Sun Hee's hand and dropped the emerald pin in the open palm and skipped away to the entrance of the store.

"We will meet again~" The young girl twirled like a princess and curtsied, disappearing to the door behind her.

She was gone just like that.

"Ah, wait!" Sun Hee speedily handed the pin to Allen and chased after her.

The concerned Dalis was not idle. He told Alex to buy the pin and dashed after her. Upon opening the door, he discovered the pickled Sun Hee.

Dalis moved his head left and right. "Left already."

Sun Hee nodded her head and revealed her troubled face. It gave off the impression of asking what she should do.

"Let's go back in the store for now."

In the end with the boy's urgence, Sun Hee permitted Allen to purchase the emerald butterfly pin for her. She felt guilty, but the two boys assured her that it was fine the way it is. Regarding the mysterious girl, Dalis said that they wouldn't need to worry about her. After all, a wealthy girl like her probably had numerous accessories back at her "palace". Sun Hee wasn't satisfied but could only accept the outcome.

"By the way, you acted really strange Dalis. Besides proposing some weird game, the way you treated her . . . You sure you don't know her?" Allen suspiciously asked.

"No."

"Ah well. We will probably run into her again. You two hit it off nicely."

Dalis rolled his eyes.

Since there was still time, the three of them continued exploring the bustling streets of the Royal Capital. However, at some point, Dalis slipped away from the two and ventured off his own. He left with these parting whispered words to Allen, "good luck with your date." Because he departed in the blink of an eye, he missed Allen's series of responses. Most notably, his final response: "what's a date?"



***



"So this is the blacksmith store that Sister Edna mentioned."

Dalis stood before an adobe building. Its blue tile roof shined under the sunny weather, spotlighting the proudly encased display name of the store. It was impossible to miss its name—Korah Haddad's Prime Smithy.

"The store's display case even has an enchantment," Dalis mumbled as he entered into the shop.

Surveying the exterior, in spite of its glorifying top, the store's ceiling was somewhat low. Yet, this point of nitpicking actually served to greatly emphasise the myriad of fine weaponry hanging from the sparkling poles stretched between the walls. There were even a couple of antique cabinets filled with various wrought items. Some of the oddities out of the shown collection appeared to be artefacts! It really had many things like Sister Edna had mentioned. However, there were glaring issues that could not be overlooked. Where was the forge? Where was the enchanting station?

"Young man do you need assistance?" One of the few clerks from the store asked him.

"Yes. Where are the forges?"

"Haha, everybody who steps into this store always asks the same thing. There is actually a bottom floor right behind the back shelf over there. You won't be able to see it from the entrance."

"I see." Dalis politely thanked the clerk and followed the stairs to the bottom floor.

Unlike the polished exterior of the ground floor, this room was rather unkempt and a little dirty. But this was natural. Various enchanting stations, forges, and scattered tools across tables were being utilised and vigorously worked on. The noise generated by the sound of metal being worked and alike were equivalent to a pumping factory.

"Hey hey hey keep those hands working. We gotta get this delivered to the nobles before the sun sets. Shali, take these boxes to the backdoor."

"Yes sir!"

(Impressive. They even do delivery service. This shop isn't particularly large in size, but they appear to have a sizeable number of big customers.) Dalis glanced over to the circle of customers wearing wealthy attire. It seemed they were bargaining and making arrangements with the employees.

A clerk hurriedly came towards Dalis. "Sorry for the delay. Do you have a prior appointment?"

"No. I'm new to this store. I would like to get this assessed."

"Hm? Let me see . . . Eh?! What is this?!"

"These are canine teeth."

"Yes I can see that . . . just what kind of beast has such large teeth?"

"These originated from a demonic evolved wolf."

"D-demonic?! E-evolved wolf?!! I-I apologise esteemed customer. Please wait for a moment. I will be back shortly." The clerk carefully sprinted off.

(I'm an esteemed customer now.) Dalis briefly chuckled to himself.

After a couple of minutes, the clerk returned.

"I am very much sorry for the delay, esteemed customer. Your query will be assigned to Korah Haddad himself." The clerk enviously smiled at Dalis.

"The owner himself?"

"Yes that's right. Furthermore, you even get the privilege to be face to face with not only one of the best blacksmiths of Cresuilge Kingdom but also another amazing individual too!"

"Who is it?"

"She is . . ."

 

Spoiler: Chapter 56: Maddison Artish

"She is strongest of the Knights of Majesty, the Hero Maddison Artish. The renowned master bowsman who is known to be the Hawkeye of Cresuilge Kingdom."

"Knights of Majesty, Hero Maddison Artish . . ." Dalis's mind drifted to recall the information he obtained from Halio.

According to Halio, she is a very skilled marksman, a master tactician, and often referred by enemies and many others as "Hawk". Like a hawk, she is a predator, and her wings fly on the battlefield. And when accompanied by her nature of being planful and responsive, she becomes a frightening battle asset. She never fights her foes toe to toe and will always be a fair distance away. When she finishes her meticulous judgement on her prey, she will act accordingly and initiate the optimal method to swoop down and swiftly eliminate her target/targets. Her arrows are said to never miss her target unless intended. A missed arrow is not an indication of failing to hit her target—it is in an indication of the prey entrapped in a lockdown.

She is also one of the few heroes left remaining since the war. Although she is a newborn hero, she will not fail to contend against the rest of the fallen heroes.

"We have arrived."

The contemplating Dalis awakened from his thoughts. Two fairly tall adults could be seen conversing in front of a large, hot, burning forge. The adult male wore a rusted woollen tunic with a long leather apron. His golden shoulder-length hair is pulled back to a tie, making him seem a little feminine. When Dalis saw the other adult, the woman, words from Halio echoed in his mind.

“The lassie is a busty and lusty, thicc babe in her mid-twenties. She ain't particularly beautiful, but her developed shape and musculature make all the boys go wooing for her. The double Ds man. Listen, it ain't all about de pretty face. Woman gotta have . . ."

And thus, Dalis shut his brain off. But he did have to admit, the woman was very eye-catching in appearance. (So this is the beauty of heroes . . .)

"Boy, are you the one?" Korah questioned.

"Greetings, sir."

Mindful of the Hero in front of him, Dalis immediately took out the canine teeth and, without hesitation, handed them over to Korah to inspect. It did not take even fifteen seconds for Korah to finish his brief appraisal.

"There is barely any demonic mana imbued in the teeth. I thought this was a joke, but then I noticed the mixture of blessed mana inside. Despite the mana of these two elemental mana properties, the teeth are as clean as our own teeth. All it is now is just tough bones from a dead beast. It's honestly a shame. These bones are definitely from an evolved beast, but it's very lacklustre to all the other material I've seen from evolved beasts. I've lost interest." In spite of his callous-like attitude, he carefully returned them to Dalis.

Afraid that the blacksmith may ask him to leave, Dalis hurriedly spoke.

"Could you forge this into a weapon and enchant it?"

Korah looked him in the eye. "Can forge it, but will be unable to enchant it."

"How much will it cost to forge it?"

Korah shook his head. "Forget it. You got any other parts from the beast?"

"No. I suppose the material is not sufficient?"

"It's sufficient, being enough. But not exactly adequate. You see, although these canine teeth are low-grade material for an evolved beast, they're quite high quality compared to other material. You don't seem the type to be content with having some meagre handles."

Dalis nodded his head. (Hmm?) Dalis noticed the other pair of eyes seem to view him differently. Maddison's eyes became up-turned as her curiosity was piqued.

"So, you really have good eyes. You are from the Missionary Church?" Maddison guessed.

Like kindred spirits, they gazed at one another. Korah was startled. He knew of Maddison's personality well. It was rare for her to actively engage with someone. It wasn't as if she was aloof, but she would openly show her discontent with somebody. In addition, even if she did find somebody of interest, her attitude would come off as unfriendly and difficult.

"Correct. You are the Hero Maddison Artish?"

She responded with an unreadable look. Dalis understood that what he asked was a pointless question, but knew that she did not mind.

"Do you specialise in small hand weapons?"

" . . . Do you believe I use knives or the like?"

"Naturally. You asked for a weapon to forge. If you desire to optimise the utility of a weapon with solely those materials, a pair of daggers would be the go-to. Furthermore, the size of the canine teeth are perfectly fit to form the blades."

"No, you are correct. However, I actually specialise in using a bo staff. I have been trained to use blades similar to a knife, but I lack experience in the throwing or projectile department."

"Ah it's a pity. Those eyes of yours . . ." A brief moment of despondency showered over her, until an epiphany occurred to her. "Would you be interested in being my disciple?"

"Huh?"

"??!"

The most astonished was not the person in question, but the experienced blacksmith Korah Haddad.

"You serious Maddie? Seems I'm right for calling you Mad Maddie."

(Huh? Maddie? These two must be close).

Maddison was deaf ears to him and continued to silently stare at Dalis for an answer.

(She's actually gone bonkers!) Kodad thought.

Dalis wished he had the option to contemplate his choices, but his fate was sealed. It was unknown how Mother Michelle would react to this. There was also the issue with the darkness power hidden within his body. Dalis had the feeling that this woman would not mind, but there would certainly be a public outcry if revealed.

"Unfortunately, I will have to decline your offer. Thank you for your consideration."

"SERIOUSLY?!" Korah boomed with disbelief.

Even Maddison furrowed her brows. She scrutinised him to speculate his thoughts. Notwithstanding her doubts, it wasn't long before she reached a conclusion.

"Visit the castle if you wish to find me." Leaving with those words, she paraded away.

As she was departing, Dalis's mind turned murky, and his body started to convulse. His body felt like living clamouring shackles; they clanged and trembled like a struggling chained inmate.

The shackles were brought to a sudden still when his eyes left Maddison's figure.

"She's quick as always. Hm? Something wrong? Boy, it's probably too late to chase her. If you go now, she will reject you." The tone of the man's voice was now polite.

" . . . "

(Did I make the wrong choice? It's as if my own body was punishing me for not going along with her offer. But why? What is this feeling?) Dalis gripped his forehead, touching the generated liquid. (I'm sweating? Just what is going on . . . My mind feels a little dizzy too. Not good . . . my body feels very weak as though I have lost vitality.)

"Boy?"

" . . . Apologies. I blanked out for a moment."

Korah wore a face filled with disbelief but didn't take it to heart.

"Jackchanter, do you know where to find him?"

"He has his own workshop somewhere in the castle. Boy, it would be difficult to negotiate with him. Besides riches and wealth, he's only interested in taking offers that interest him. Unless it was a request from the King himself: that is his primary job. Even some of the Knights of Majesty struggle to please him. However . . . if it was Mad Maddie . . ."

"I see. Thank you for the information."

Dalis politely dismissed himself and staggered to the ground floor. Although the shaking shackles had stopped, the vibrating aftereffects could still be felt, let alone his disorganised mind and loss of energy. Suppressing his chaotic body, he postponed these thoughts for another time. For the time being, he aimed to purchase a bo staff or a similar weapon. After inspecting a couple of weapons, the lingering pain gradually eased away, allowing him to somewhat properly indulge in the allure of these combat devices. Alleviated from his restrictions, he took time to survey everything, including the expensive weaponry and other miscellaneous items.

(Only three. I rather not choose from the other limited blunt staves.)

"Customer, how may I help you?" A friendly clerk offered to assist him.

"Is there any other bo staff in stock besides these three?"

"Eh? You want a bo staff? I'm sorry these are the only three in-store. In fact, bo staff are generally not manufactured in most places. I apologise for my rudeness, but even the limited steel staff have almost ceased production. How about a tri-section staff? These are quite popular amongst particular groups."

"No, that is fine." This was something Dalis knew already.

"If you need any help, please don't hesitate to call one of us." The clerk went off and left Dalis alone.

(I may have to "borrow" the steel bo staff I always used back at the Orphanage. The length is quite short and fit for a young teen to use rather than an adult. Even if I do manage to find one, I would need to get it customised to suit me.) Dalis did not wish to take the staff as it was not his: it was borrowed from the Church's Training Facility.

Dalis sighed and dejectedly left the store. Not long after rambling around the streets, something interesting was captured into his sockets.

"Oh? Isn't that . . ."

 

Spoiler: Chapter 57: So her name was...

Squinting his eyes, he saw a familiar figure through the display windows of a chandlery. It was the same girl who frequently visited the Missionary Church. Her short, black, chin-length hair was nothing out of the ordinary, but her graceful demeanour even through the blue windows was conspicuous. Out of curiosity, Dalis entered the store.

As soon as he entered, he felt out of place. Unlike the bright, bustling streets and well-stocked colourful stores, this place was small. Not just small in size, but also in-depth. The only commercial goods in the store were candles and wax. That was natural, and yet there was no vibrancy. It was desolate. Was this really a store found in the Royal Capital?

He approached her and the many faint sources of light.

The lurking permeating temperature gradually touched him as he came closer, welcoming him with a warm embrace.

(I see. I guess it was wrong to have preconceived ideas).

It was hard to describe, but Dalis gained some understanding of why such a place exists in the Royal Capital. Although it was just speculation and could be entirely wrong, he had a sense of feeling that this was a part of the Cresuilge Kingdom. It was just a gut feeling. Images of the Orphanage arose to his mind.

"You came to accompany me again?" the girl said. Her petite fingers gently moved while holding a lit candlestick. There was no smile on her face, but the air around her was a little more friendly.

Dalis's eyes scanned behind her and then nodded. A tinge of embarrassment was the cause of his actions.

"Find anything that interests you?" His eyebrows raised abruptly as he continued to curiously skim through the rest of the items.

"Yes." She pointed to the flickering kindled candles which were arrayed neatly on the clean stone shelves close to an aged stool.

"Those are pillar candles if I'm not mistaken. We don't use them often back at the Orphanage. How many do you plan to buy?"

"A handful." She returned the candle she was holding to its former place and began to collect the sleek sturdy candles.

"I see. I'm unsure if we are allowed to use pillar candles for prayer in substitute for votive candles. Unless this is your own personal . . . Hey what are you doing?"

The girl peered over to Dalis and tilted her head in the response. Her arms carried what she considered “a handful” of candles. No, they were clearly an armful. That was not the only issue, though. All of the pillar candles varied in shape and size. They were round, square, and triangular in shape. But they were a minor problem compared to the different sizes. Some were as thick as young tree branches and longer than 5 inches.

Keep in mind these were not held by candlesticks.

Not that they are required but still!

Dalis was unable to continue watching longer; he rushed to the scene to prevent any mishaps from arising. Fortunately, the crisis was averted.

"What were you thinking? You must really like candles."

" . . . Yes." That was all she uttered.

Dalis felt awkward and was at a loss. This was the second weird encounter with a girl today. It was beginning to stress him out.

Following her line of sight, it was simply too obvious what she wanted.

"I need a few of them . . ." She was strangely obedient, asking Dalis for permission to buy them.

"That's fine. You don't need to ask me for permission. Just be aware of yourself. There are many other things here in the Royal Capital. It would be a waste to spend it all on one type of candle. You're not an internship orphan correct?"

The girl nodded her head without a change of expression; however, there was a bitter aura emanating from her. It didn't seem she had the intention to hide it despite being concealed well.

"I apologise. You must really adore candles. Forget what I said and buy them all. If you would like, I will help you carry them. That bag probably won't last with the added load." Dalis believed it was a pity to splurge everything on one type of product on the first day. He had no doubt there would be many things that would interest a young girl like her. However, he respected her decision.

Realising the sincerity behind his words and then her own lack of maturity, the girl became a little embarrassed. In the end, it seemed she took Dalis's advice to heart, purchasing only a handful of votive candles.

(Jeez. Just what am I doing?) Dalis thought to himself. It was as though he was taking care of a little sister. It was distinct to his treatment of Stilla. The reason did not stem from her temperament or relation with him, but rather an empathy.

"She might be like me . . ." Dalis murmured.

Silence embodied between them as they walked together along the streets. It made them seem even more out of place with one another—or perhaps this taciturn pairing was fitting.

"It's a shame. Considering that was a commercial store specialised in selling candles, there would likely be no scented candles elsewhere." Dalis removed the silence . . . to a degree unimaginable to him.

"S-scented candles?" The girl enquired as her voice rose an octave higher but was zipped by the next second.

"Hm?" Dalis noticed her reaction was somewhat off.

"W-what are they?"

"Eh . . . nevermind forget what I said. (It's happening again . . . )

"Could you tell me?" At some point they had stopped walking.

"Don't worry about it." (This candle lover! Please don't make things awkward for me).

Dalis, for some reason, held knowledge which was considered odd to others. This was one of them. It was so odd that it shaped a part of his personality. Nobody could understand this, and neither did he. People have told him it was likely some retained knowledge from his lost memories, but Dalis strongly opposed this. It was as if his entire being was constructed like this. It just didn't make any sense.

While Dalis struggled internally, he noticed the girl's eyes dilate into puppy eyes.

" . . . "

" . . . "

It wasn't before long until Dalis gave up and explained it to her. Instead of being marvelled at the types of smells and additional effects, she was much more interested in discovering the market of such products. In fact, it appeared to Dalis that was her main goal. Unfortunately for her, Dalis had no knowledge.

"Smells . . ." Along the lines of the discussion, a somewhat faint, hot, greasy scent made its way to tickle Dalis's nostrils. Softly inhaling the scent, he reflexively followed the trails of scent towards a particularly large, red, and yellow, coloured store. Similarly to the smith building, it had a large display to showcase its store name. However, this display was not in a display case, and its name was unclear. Instead, it was shaped with a creative design, much like a logo. It looked very familiar . . . yet very odd? He had never even seen this before.

Nearby this odd store, a cheery young male youth could be seen huddled around by a jostling crowd. Despite his common clothing, he appeared to be very popular; he was a street performer. Inspecting his skilled charades, it briefly made Dalis wonder if he was eligible to be a minstrel in the Relza Castle.

"Pardon me, could you tell me about the store over there?"

The young adult woman looked at Dalis, then towards the store, then back to the street performer. Noticing that he had finished his performance, she gladly addressed his question.

"You don't know that store? You must not be from the Cresuilge Kingdom. That restaurant is known as KfMacDondalds or Kfmac for short. It's a very well-liked store, especially among the children. I suggest tasting the unique, delicious food they sell there for yourself. You will be surprised! Oh, but don't get too addicted to the food! Otherwise you would end up ruining your looks like myself. You wouldn't believe how long it took to eradicate those dreaded pim . . . Ahem excuse me." The woman turned away. It was definitely best not to pursue the matter.

"Kfmac . . . KfMacDondalds . . . KfMacDondalds? MacDondalds???"

"Are you okay?" the candle lover asked.

" . . .Yes I am fine . . . hopefully." Dalis stared at Kfmac with perplexion written all over his face. "I plan to investigate that store. Would you like to accompany me?"

She shook her head side to side in response.

"I see. Then we shall part from here . . . Speaking of which I have yet to know your name. I apologise, it's been quite rude of me. My name is Dalis. What is yours?"

The girl viewed him peculiarly as if to say “You don't know my name?”

"Could it be you knew my name all this time?"

Her wispy eyebrows raised up like a wave before collapsing and becoming crestfallen. Although her facial expressions were hardly unchanged, it was plain as day for Dalis.

"Lian Chen." The tone of her voice was almost as calm as water if it wasn't for the ripple caused by a sudden pebblestone.

" . . ." Dalis continued to watch as her figure slowly disappeared into the passing crowd.

(Her name is Lian Chen. I see. I wished I had asked her sooner. That reminds me, there was that other girl too. Her name was . . . Huh?)

 

Spoiler: Chapter 58: Melvin's Ambition Part 1

"Melvin! Koji! The second floor is up here! Hurry!"

"Melvin . . . you are still here? If we do not get moving, you will be left behind again."

"Passed down since the descent of Caleyar . . ."

(He's murmuring to himself again. Forget it. At the pace we are going, it would take more than a week to reach the top.) Koji gave a quick glance towards the distant corridor. Stilla could be seen leaning on the handrails of the L shaped stairs, waving in an energised pout.

"I am going. Don't complain that I didn't warn you. This has been the ninth time." Without an ounce of concern for Melvin, he went to follow suit after Stilla.

It was only until about five minutes later did Melvin realise he was ditched behind by his fellow roommates.

"It appears that I have been left behind. Very well, I will temporarily leave this floor for tomorrow's rendezvous. He briefly scanned the museum's interior and nodded his head. He then ambled towards the second floor while enjoying the short glimpses of tomorrow's work in the quaint atmosphere. Ten minutes later he had reached the second floor, passing eighty-five exhibits out of the hundred and seven he had yet to examine.

The trio was currently in Pedlar Continent's most renowned museum—Historical Hall of Chronologies. It was built long ago during the founding of Feeria. Inspired and aided by The Sorcerer of Magic, Avenzio Saldorentes, Cresuilge Stradfold Relza wished to record the histories of the world in a monumental form. This will from Cresuilge sparked the fervent construction of this museum by his following descendants. At first, it was a small gallery of exhibits, but now it held more than ten floors and is the largest infrastructure in the Cresuilge Kingdom. It is even larger than the Relza Castle and Stage of Knights. The museum is still expanding even to this day, and its newly made eleventh floor is currently closed to record this generation's history.

Melvin had searched the second floor but was unable to find either of them.

(Perhaps they have already reached the third floor? No, how could they lack decorum? I suppose I had slipped past them without notice.) Believing this was the case, he continued his search on the second floor. He resisted the urge to examine the exhibits and gave pursuit onwards. However upon arriving at a particular section, he was unable to maintain his momentum. Standing before his eyes stood a tall, long robed man, wearing a cloak that swept the ground. The grandeur figure exuded an overwhelming presence that would bring anyone’s tracks to a halt when coming into his sight. If it was alive, it would cause a large population to kneel and bow unconditionally. It was a gold statue of Avenzio Saldorentes.

While Melvin moved closer to inspect the statue, he saw a couple of people stricken with reverence. They were likely visitors from Feeria. Even one elderly figure could be seen deeply kneeling down. Seeing this warmed Melvin's heart. He felt that he should do the same in respect of the illustrious founder, but he did not. After he had finished his inspection, he moved along following the signages to prevent being lost. This particular section was a struggle to Melvin as it held accounts of the histories of the founding nations.

(This is!!) Melvin's eyes widened like saucers as he meticulously scrutinised the displays that showcased the history of the Great Feeria Library. There were relevant paintings, some design prints, artefacts, and books. Unfortunately, there were stone poles that acted as gates to indicate visitors to not move too close. Thus, Melvin could only watch from afar. After gazing at the items, he settled his racing curiosity by reading many of the correspondent museum labels.

Summaries of a few labels:

The success of this museum could not have been achieved without the collaboration of Avenzio Saldorentes's efforts with Feeria. Particularly, the support from Venjana Serven, and the Great Serven Family who were one of the cores to the museum's foundation. The Great Serven Family were a powerhouse in Feeria but grew even further in prominence under Avenzio. They sought various places around the continent by orders of Avenzio to obtain, collect, and recompile findings into written, recorded information. This later established the Great Feeria Library. The accumulated knowledge was shared between the two nations to develop not only the library but as well as fill a large proportion of the first historical display of Feeria in the later founded museum. This collaboration between the nations was one of the major bridges that aided to form the respective nation's deep long relationships.

Nowadays, the Great Feeria Library was home to further enhance the knowledge and education of citizens through demonstrations and lectures. In addition, with the automatic magically powered management system devised by Efalos Lanself and upgraded by Ruven Lanself, the library had become much more convenient and augmented. Notably, the system has been positively appraised by all of the current national leaders of the continent.

"Hmph, it appears that no matter how aged and extensive this museum is, it is still just a gallery. I am disheartened. The exhibit of contributions attributed to the Great Serven family is severely lacking! My great ancestors' blood, sweat, and tears were proudly squeezed to form the largest database of magical knowledge known to man! Other accumulated knowledge was just miscellaneous endeavours. How could they not understand that we ourselves were one of the legs and arms to Founder Avenzio's reign in glory!" Melvin was infuriated and couldn't help but vent out his frustration. He had no semblance of care for the disturbance he may have caused.

" “Great Serven family”,“great ancestors”, even you yourself understand that everything the Servens amount to is their past. How pathetic and shameful . . . clinging onto the legs of your forebears. It is no wonder the family has fallen far."

"Who are you?" Melvin immediately confronted the voice.

"A meer insignificant Serven brat wants to know who I am?"

Melvin's eyes scanned the old robbed man head to toe. He had silver, curly hair messily stretching out from under his hood, which appeared to compliment his disorganised beard. He could detect palpable scorn from his dead-like hazel eyes set rooted within their sockets. When he initially looked into them, his heart palpitated from the dreadful bearing. Though he was unkempt, he sported a moderately wealthy attire and high-heeled buckled boots. The contrast made judging the man's background impossible.

"Quit staring! Are low class “nobles” so lacking in delicacy?"

"Old man! You dare!!" Conquering his brief intrusion of fear, Melvin strutted towards the old man to truly meet him eye to eye.

Ignoring his displeasing public appearance, to Melvin, the act of mocking his noble status was unforgivable. Although he had many times been treated as a lower class noble by other higher class Feerias or acquaintances, this was the first time he had been mocked face to face by an outsider. It meant much more as it was not behind his back.

"What is a rabbit like you attempting to accomplish?!" His eyes were completely unfazed by Melvin's attempt at putting a brave front. In fact, his cold eyes dropped even further to a frigid level.



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Perspective Change: Melvin

I silently gulped; It was a reflexive action.

With nothing left to stir the glands of my mouth, my throat became parched.

Consequently, I found it extremely difficult to open my mouth.

I could not speak.

I could feel his slow icy breaths powdering my face. The breaths acted impudently to mock me, but I could not retaliate.

Unknowingly I had averted my eyes away from him. I forced them upwards.

The thumping of my heart rose to a crescendo, and the ringing of my ears heightened having realised the position I was in.

The oppressive gaze of my opponent was terrifying; how could I have not noticed how frightening they were? Despite how unfathomable it was, I instinctively understood: I had no place.

Those dead-like eyes of his appeared to manifest a world that nobody would understand. And yet, I was able to enter and take a glimpse into this world. Was this an invitation? Or was this a severe warning to keep out?

"Did you not hear me?! What are you trying to accomplish?!"

I . . .

It was unchallenging.

It was a matter of declaring to all of them my desire.

However, when it came to this old man, I was rendered frozen solid.

Like an ice sculpture waiting to be chiselled, I could only show my brilliance at the finisher.

But that was not sufficient! Not sufficient at all!

After all there would be no point! And that brilliance is a relic only for those fortunate in the past.

I must conceive a method to avoid being left as part of a meagre collection; a collection that would barely even be considered.

I am unlike my father and mother or the rest of the Servens.

Indeed, Melvin Serven. That was the second biggest step: I came to the Orphanage to prove myself.

"Did the cat get your tongue?"

Not simply to ease the burden of the family's finances.

"What is with that glassy look in your eyes?"

Nor to disband the last flickers of flame in our bloodlines through an act of cowardice.

"Truly just a brat. Not even a man."

A different beginning that was not on the course of sole obligation and discontentment.

"Go take a look in the mirror. That is the face of a shameful naive brat unwilling to accept his fate."

In attest with the Heavens and Earth as my witness, may I be banished into purgatory in failure before death.

"He who cries today that he has no bread will cry again tomorrow because he isn't hungry."

*Beads of sweat shattered the ice*

In the name of the Servens . . .






"I VOW TO MAKE THE SERVEN FAMILY GREAT AGAIN!!!!"





Author note: For this important chapter, I utilised a 1st person pov for Melvin. Hopefully it was done successfully. My blood was boiling from writing this!

 

Spoiler: Chapter 59: Melvin's Ambition Part 2

The old man felt a great shudder race through his very bones, flinching his entire being. Even his gaze widened beyond belief but quickly returned to the cold land of the dead.

Silence decimated the area, leaving bystanders eyes on Melvin. Their paralysed legs were unable to move a muscle much less utter a word. Only a young man's panted breaths echoed within the silence.

"Hehehe . . . Heheheheh . . . Hahahahhaha"

Sinister-like laughs caused the halted world to be returned back to its former place; the balance scale toppled back to the old man. Melvin, having resolved himself, was forced to trudge forward.

"Old man do not make light of me." Melvin's eyebrows furrowed to hone sharp swords, aimed to cut down his foe.

The waves of laughter ceased. The old man's eyes glared back with derision.

"You want to make that insignificant Serven family great again? I had heard their family has decayed to such pathetic numbers that it would be pretentious to consider them a noble family. Furthermore, to regard them as a family is atrocious and risible.

Many have deserted the “Great family piety” and have abandoned their blood. Are you not one of those disgraceful heretics? Unfilal!!"

"OLD MAN HAVE YOUR EARS GONE DEAF?!"

"Your conviction is so laughable. Right, it was so laughable that this old one had a supper of it." He let out a laugh once again, watching the brat fume in anger.

The torment was like a boiling kettle to Melvin, dying him flushed in resentment. Consequently, his inner fear transformed into a raging volcano. He would burn this old man out of hell! He would show him what a true devil is! The two began to argue a war of words.

One female bystander was no longer able to endure this heated feud and began to intrude into the heated grounds. However, a young girl hidden from view hastily prevented her entry. In a few whispered words, she was able to change her decision. Thereafter, the young girl proceeded to convince the other bystanders to leave.

"Stupid brat. How are you going to change anything? How are you going to restore their glory?" The old man sized Melvin up. His voice seemed to have held something else besides his energising unswervable scorn.

Melvin jutted out his chin and resumed his bearing of a man from Feeria.

"Naturally, by rising to the top." The gleam in his eyes shone with sheer determination.

" . . . And how would you rise to the top?"

Melvin elegantly swipes the front of his hair, adjusting it in the process. Smiling with ease at the old man, he began to speak.

"Indeed, I am just a meer rabbit. However, even a rabbit may bite when cornered. Firstly, I will exhibit my talents in the Knights of Kingdom tourney. I will achieve a high placing to obtain credentials. I am well aware that this may have fellow Feerias look

down on me. However, they would be unable to overlook the participation of the other families. If I were to exceed their prowess, they would be unable to retort . . . "

The old man raised an eyebrow, attentively paying heed to his words.

"Afterwards, I will accommodate the next few years in my education to become a Vanquisher. I will prove that I am the most suitable out of all the enlisted peers! The Mae mistress, the irritable Yong, the prodigy Hayate, Jun's successor, the Commerce Apostle's son, all of them would not have their name considered before this Serven's name!!"

Melvin lunged his arm out in a 90° fashion, pointing his index finger with mighty ferociousness. Melvin's goal was seen by all. He will reach the apex of the food chain: to become the king of the jungle—the lion.

He then circled his lingering arm and once again lashed out another roar.

"Required by the people, land, and world, I will enter the frontlines and in line of duty, attain merit, glory, and become the first Serven and the next hero of Feeria!!!"

*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*

As if the lion had obtained wings, it soared up into the sky, leaving behind its earthly territory to venture further, ruling the skies. Flying tiger? No, he was now a part of legends—a dragon. The declarations of Melvin's words were as loud as the claps of thunder. He was like a heavenly king; his comportment would even dare to strike at Caleyar himself.

Paralysed by the dragon's vehement force, the old man felt as though his legs were full of lead. Kneel? Outrageous!

The old man regained his movement back from his moment of disability and calmly opened his mouth.

"Laudable. You are not even a mantis trying to stop a chariot." He shook his head in a disappointing manner. "And then what? Even if you were able to accomplish such things. In the end, you are just one person. People may begin to acknowledge and respect you, but so what? You want to make the Serven family great again? You are just selfish, ignorant to the fact that you would be hoarding the glory to yourself. An act upon a pretence full of righteousness for Servens. Can an idiotic brat like you understand what would happen?"

Melvin's resolve began to crumble. He understood that he had ignored the bigger picture. In fact, he had only caused a splash of disaster.

"You should know very well yourself that you are just saving yourself by stepping upon your own blood. Do you even have a shred of guilt? Unfilial!!"

Melvin felt his legs tremble and waver. Every passing sentence from this point grieved him with the harsh reality.

"Let this old one with his many decades of experience be courteous to slap you out of your stupid fantasy." Undertaking the infamous bearing of Feeria, he coldly stared down upon the brat.

"Why the Serven family will never be able to come back from the ground? Brat, we know that every noble family in Feeria has always governed over a specific area in Feeria. The Serven family has been tending to the Great Library since it existed."

>>This means that it is extremely difficult to get a job as each job is fully staffed by the Feeria family that it belongs to. The Servens were forced to lower their heads and seek elsewhere. However, in the environment of Feeria it was essentially impossible.

" . . . We are very hubristic! Competitive and haughty! We do not lend a hand to potential competitors, but rather let them fall! Those who fall are fated to be inferior! If they want to deny their fate, they must prove themselves!

>> A group mentality that is endorsed and judged by how self-sufficient and high one can be. That is what it means to be a Feeria, particularly true for the noble families.

"All strength and knowledge are only valid if obtained through their own research and efforts.

>>Generally, outside aid is scorned upon. Even those with good intentions might not agree with helping out, believing that if they are truly strong, a family will rise on their own.

"Kindness? That is a trait of the weak. The strong may be magnanimous to aid the low ones, but that is an act of pity. Complete mockery! Unless there are benefits and value, it is undeserved and disgraceful.

>> If they ask for help or receive it, that is when they are truly dishonouring their identity as a citizen of Feeria. Weakness is not tolerated amongst the nobles.

"No matter what family it is, each and every one of them embodies and upholds these ideals and beliefs. Now, what was the end result of the Serven family? Generations of wastage since their fall, failing to meet the expectations of others, losing the trust of nobles, and now are at the subject of debt. You Servens are at the point of becoming sla—"

*Thud*

Melvin's legs collapsed, and his strength vanished, losing the will to fight. His hands fell flat to the floor and were grovelling at the old man's feet. Poignant rivulets were forced out unwillingly as the words of the old man echoed in his mind. Pieces to refute him were conceived in the thick of the turmoil, but his pathetic appearance was evidence of how naive he was. He understood these things firsthand.

"Fuck this. Fuck him. Fuck everything . . . " Melvin's streams of cusses cried out in despair. Nobody could hear his anguished mutters as they were simply too inaudible for others to hear. It was as though he was closing himself alone from the cold hard truth.

The young girl watched on silently with a boy beside her. Hesitation plastered all over their faces: to intervene or not to intervene.

Feeria's culture was different from the rest. It was unlike Cresuilge Kingdom, Gigan, Missionary Church, Zetral, and to some extent, the Swamp. It was truly the survival of the fittest.

"Brat. I have nothing more to say." The old man's eyes were empty and dull. He gave a long-lasting look at the boy and turned away.

Footsteps of the old man leaving were unhurried, but to Melvin it felt like a ticking time bomb. The further away the steps resounded, the closer it was to his impending destruction.

*Tick* *Tick* *Tick* The sounds were getting louder.

(Obtaining strength to rise to the top is only a process . . . a means to achieve my goal. As of now, I'm just a lousy cur who is all bark and no bite. However . . . However!) Mustering his resolve to defuse the bomb, he raised his head and unleashed one final bark.

"—I, Melvin Servin, shall not yield to defeat. Mark my words old man. This Serven has vowed an oath with Heaven and Earth as my witness."

" . . . "

Gazing at the old man's retreating figure with desperation, Melvin felt uncomfortable with how haggard he was. It did not seem to be due to exhaustion from his outburst nor from his declining age. It was a blatant contrast to his vigorous demeaning attitude. Regardless of this enigmatic feeling, he scorched the scenes of this old man into his mind.

In the future, I will utterly prove this old man incorrect.

 

Spoiler: Chapter 60: The Throne Hall

A lone man, approaching his fifties, comfortably sat on his soft, light, orchid pillow which rested carefully upon a golden throne. The throne's intricate embellishments shone in different hues of gold and stood tall enough to see the reigning crest of the golden sword and crown. This royal crest was embedded in the throne a small distance apart above the ruler's head and below the sanguine gilded canopy. Adjoined next to the throne was another seat that gracefully accompanied the throne on equal footing. Unfortunately, this was now a vestige of its former glory.

With half-closed eyes, the man reflexively shifted his eyes from the empty seat to his armrest. There, he stopped for a brief moment, and then withdrew his hand closer to his line of sight. Beautiful, coloured, gemstone rings imbued with powerful mana glowed and shined through the reflecting facets. It would leave anybody captured in their magnificence. However, to the man, it was nothing but pretentious decoration befitting and required for a ruler. Instead, his contemplative eyes laid rest solely on a single ring that barely compared the exuberant gemstone rings.

It was a silver ring.

There was nothing to say about it besides its plain silver colour and wealth that would be deemed as expensive for the common folk. He carefully caressed the silver ring with one of his vacant fingers. Peering into the reflection, he could see a visage of himself. But that was not what he wished to see. Waddling his finger with a slight tremble in hands, he was able to long last dig a reminiscent figure who held the hand of the reflected man.

"Katrina . . ." the man whispered softly. It was said so soft that not even he would hear it. His eyelids were going black, reaching further, and deeper into the vastitude of nostalgia.

*Knock* *knock* *knock*

The sudden noise dispelled his drowning and returned him to his awaited duties.

"You may enter."

The entrance to the throne hall opened, and a noble royal guard entered a scant distance passed the doors.

"Second Prince, Barry Relza wishes to converse with your Majesty."

The man firmly nodded his head in response.

The noble royal guard escorted the Second Prince briefly before bowing and turning back to his position, closing the throne doors behind.

"Your Majesty."

"We are alone. You may address me as father."

"Yes father."

"Speak Barry."

"It has been reported by the inner kingdom guards that there appear to be intruders attempting to enter into the vicinity of the Royal Capital. As of now, there is no information in regards to their aims or appearance. However, we have identified from their brief disturbance they're likely from the Swamp or Feeria, judged by their concealment techniques."

"Numbers?"

"At the very least, less than ten from what we have gathered."

"The delegates?"

“No, they have not been notified. Security has been heightened, but we are keeping the matter undercover to maintain ease and order.”

"Good," the man said approvingly. His gaze no longer held a shred of despondency. "I assume they have not infiltrated into the Royal Capital?" he added.

"It is unlikely father. However, their concealment techniques are considered to be formidable, so it is possible they have slipped past us. I do not believe that there could be that many troublemakers with such a level of skill."

" . . . " The man slightly lifted his chin, and his eyes consequently fell to the grand chandelier overlooking the hall. He was musing.

Barry took the opportunity to enact his ulterior motive.

"Father, would you allow me to handle the matter?"

" . . . Barry."

"Rest assured father, I promise I will not pass the limitation of my capabilities. I will only aid and direct in the movement and not be a burden, nor would I enter combat."

" . . . Burden . . ." the man muttered.

The mutter did not reach the ears of Barry. In fear that his father would reject his proposal, Barry began to insist and lodge in a desperate manner. Unfortunately for Barry, his father was still hesitant in spite of his excessive plea.

With no other choice, Barry listed another compromise to settle the matter. It would hinder his credit, but he knew that his father would not budge otherwise.

"Father, if someone were to look after me . . . would that settle your worries?"

Finally, the seemingly indomitable ruler was shaken. Barry understood that exploiting his diction with “look after” was a decisive choice. Barry did not dislike how protective he was, but for his ambitions and to prove his worth, this was a crucial wall that must be passed. He was too paternal for a ruler. Since the end of the war, it has become much worse.

"Barry, I do not believe that the intruders are to be underestimated. In consideration of their abilities and the tourney in three days, you must act with more caution. You have learned from your studies how powerful those who can conceal are correct?"

"Yes father. But to reach a high level of particular expertise, one must sacrifice proficiency in other areas. This is very true when it comes to those excelling in concealment."

"Good. Then I will leave that matter to you. Please take your sister along with you. Remember not to disturb her during the day of the tournament."

"F-father? You want me to take sister along? Why must it be her?"

"Unsatisfied? It would be a good opportunity for you to mend the quarreling relationship you have right now. Furthermore, she herself is one of the Knights of Majesty."

"You are right father . . . but she is too young."

A long winded sigh was huffed out from the ruler's nostrils. Afterwards, he slowly began to open his mouth.

"Indeed. But much like her mother . . . in any case she has been persistently nagging at me to deploy her for missions. I have sheltered her too much. It's about time for her to spread her wings. Although the intruders are unknown and have slipped past our borders, they are on the fatherland. This incident would be best for you and her to handle together."

Knowing that he could not refute, Barry acquiesced.

"Yes father. You can leave it to me."

"Yes, I will leave the matter to your hands. Take care of your sister. Do not neglect her and make sure to listen to her words."

Barry nobly bowed and left the throne room. Silence descended upon the throne hall once again.

Suddenly, the man raised his right hand towards his chin into a fist and let out a harrumph.

"Roy my Boy! Come out and ahoy!"

Silently out of nowhere, a man appeared before the dais and landed his feet on the extravagant sanguine rug.

"Your Majesty."

"Roy, you are the same as always with your phlegmatic character. How many times do I have to tell you to be casual brother? Call me Richard!"

"Richard."

"Good good!" Despite his adulation, Richard's gaze was sharp and serious. He understood that him not being reluctant was an insinuation.

"You may speak Roy." The elevated mood significantly lowered to a tense level.

"It appears that “they” have begun to move."

" . . . Are you sure?" Richard stared fixedly at Roy's slanted eyes. It only took a moment for him to recognise the situation. "I see it is a pity. Truly a pity. It is regretfully time to unravel the facade and cease the blind eye."

"Reporting to your Majesty, there appear to be demonic beast sightings in these particular areas . . ." Swiftly, Roy swiped one of his arms above his other hand. The ring, on his other hand, gleamed for a second, releasing a map in its wake. Afterwards, he marked the areas where the beasts have been spotted.

"Have there been any attacks?"

"No."

"There appear to be more sightings present on the left of the continent. Do you believe that they are involved with this?" From the information concluded from the map, and the abrupt mention of this report could only suggest so.

"Fifty."

"A flip of a coin . . . Are they planning anything here?"

"Their eyes do not seem to be on us but are vigilantly watchful. Particularly, since the nation's drastic economic growth." To the world, it was unbelievable that the Kingdom entered a prosperous age a few years after the Great War in spite of incurring the most losses.

"Indeed, so, it would be problematic if they interfered now. If it is them, then they shouldn't be the intruders." Richard's eyes widened for a moment from an epiphany. "Could it be the Dark Cabal?" he added in realisation.

"It is very possible in regards to the beasts. However, they appear to be preoccupied with their own affairs. The suppression has steadily dwindled their strength."

"I see . . ." Various emotions arose, but he endured it. He and many others had made this decision since long ago. He must face the consequences without turning back. That was especially so as one of the leading heads. (Then it must be that detestable fox.)

"Your Majesty, shall I oversee the children?" As a show of testament, the periodic gleams on his body flashed with greater vigour.

"No brother. You have your own duties. Now that the time has come, I cannot afford to remain like this. I have faith, as their King, and more so as their father."

 

Spoiler: Chapter 61: 93rd Knights of Kingdom Tourney Commences!

[Three days after Melvin's confrontation with the old man.]

The Stage of Knights is one of the quintessential structures built in the Cresuilge Kingdom territory. Open to the public until sunset, it serves as a gathering for combatants to not only engage in gladiatorial events, but also train, and practice their skills in front of a wide audience. Rarely, beasts were released from confined cells for knights to train against. Very often though, visitors from all over the continent would politely ask to use a part of the facility or challenge the resident combatants. Due to its great reception and immense popularity, reservation was not uncommon.

The layout of the building was similar to the “Colosseum”, and thus, being roughly elliptical in shape. However, it was more of a unique modernised stadium. Usually, the floor of the arena was open, much like a soccer field and two hundred meters long and wide. However, its sophisticated floor design could be manipulated through the gears of a mana powered system to transform the arena into multiple small arenas. Moreover, the floor was regarded as “mystically pliable” as it can alter into a variety of staged arenas of different shapes to a maximum of ten arenas. It is rumoured to be constructed from an excavated ore from a fallen meteorite. The origin for the foundation of the Stage of Knights was unknown, only known to the King and Queen.

When it came to the seating, the Colosseum had the capacity to hold around ninety thousand people. Any individual regardless if they were a participant, tourist, or not were free to watch over outings and events. To liven the entertainment, there were occasional bets taken place, albeit was heavily supervised and managed. No matter how big and small, it was always overseen by people from the Cresuilge Kingdom. This law was relevant in any area within Kingdom territory.

Contrary to a normal day where the arena would not even be a quarter full, today the arena's brilliance was in full display. Bubbling cheers from the crowd stretched across the entire arena, reverberating applause for the Cresuilge Kingdom's ruler to initiate his address. All eyes focused up towards the lavish VIP room indented out from the third floor. A large, glassy screen was projecting the balustrade. Right at the edge of the balustrade stood a humble man. Despite being in front of an enormous audience, he was unfazed as though he was taking a walk in a park. Like a friendly stroller, the air he impressed was cordial, allowing ease for approach. Notwithstanding, a dominant regal presence was present on the surface. Patiently, the King waited for the noise to settle down before his speech.

"Everyone, I thank you all for attending today's special event. I am Richard Relza, Cresuilge Kingdom's 4th King." He swept his solemn gaze across the arena.

"The Knights of Kingdom Tournament has been a national tradition since the dawn of Cresuilge. It is a grand test set for the bright valorous warriors of our country, whether man or woman, to rationalise, improve, and comprehend the necessary instruments to what makes an ideal knight."

Hidden by his extravagant mantle, the King unsheathed a pristine silver broadsword. Carefully he held broadsword with two hands, elbows tucked in. The broadsword was raised straight in the middle, facing towards the sky.

"Every knight is said to be one, but different. Loyal to the nation, a protector of the people, and an adherent to the code of knight. Yet, individualistic in the shape of the heart." The King paused to let the words sink in before speaking up again.

"I myself am a Knight."

Many attendants began to silently whisper. This was a famous phrase that has been passed down for generations. It was a phrase that is perceived by some as contradictory. Regardless of the ruler had been a knight or not, it was still said. One gifted and talented prince admired by all from the past was unable to understand this idea. He was recognised as the most preferable candidate to become King at the time, but in the end, his younger brother, who had grasped this notion, had acceded to the throne instead.

Dalis and Sienna perked their ears with the utmost attention.

"The Code of a Knight is defined by Cresuilge through the essentials of one's Temperament, Confidence, Power, Skill, Effort, and Wit. The tournament seeks to measure these essentials."

The King then began to briefly display a series of sword techniques specialising in the broadswords" cuts and thrusts. Anybody could tell that the King was experienced.

"So this tourney's event is power. How marvellous. It appears that lady luck is on my side." A muscular, tall man fisted one of his hands in delight.

"Oh to think it would take ten years for you to finally get the test you wanted. Well, the test from two years ago technically had it too. Maybe this time you will actually make it into the top five hundred, Aaron."

"Looks like somebody wants to be slashed to death." Aaron stared at the pesky cinnamon-haired noble knight.

"I don't understand that King. It would be fine to let his . . . questionable antiques slip passed in the past, but this is inappropriate. How can he perform a display of power through such rubbish techniques." The noble knight scratched his head in irritation.

"Even I can beat up that King. But you Shawn would still lose to him in a show of strength, period. " Even though Aaron was ignored, he didn't care. He was used to it.

"Repeat again?"



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" . . .Those thirty who reach the greatest height of the tournament will then be faced with a final trial. And within those thirty, the courageous warriors who dare dive further and triumph are conferred by, I, as the next Knights of Majesty!! The 93rd Knights of Kingdom Tournament shall now commence!!"

"WOOOOOOOOOAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The audience and participants were all revved up. Beautiful displays of aesthetic art appeared above the open dome, lighting the celebration of the tourney taken underway. Over a hundred figures could be seen standing at the ledges of the building casting spells, using artefacts, and other means to bang the world. The shows of art were not as sizeable as one would expect, but with the agglomeration of over a hundred spectacles, it offset this weakness. The blasts of mana were forming many shapes that were not only pleasing to the eye, but also interesting through the construction of shapes.

"Dalis! Melvin! Look look over there! In the corner, do you see that?!" Stilla shouted so loud that it wouldn't be wrong to call it a scream.

The boys engrossed with the spectacle immediately twisted their necks to where she pointed. Two large amorphous materials of energy, one red, one yellow were forming under attentive precision to create a blooming flower.

"Fantastic . . ." The sole word he gasped out was slow yet full of deep praise.

Although Dalis did not let his voice leak, he instead felt a sense of nostalgia warm his body. The corners of his mouth crept to form a small grin.

"Dalis it's been so long ago since I have viewed the spectacles from the Cresuilge Kingdom. Let out your thoughts!" Sister Edna, who sat in the seat below, cried out.

However, Dalis did not respond. As though he was a petal in the breeze of spring, he let the wind and nature carry him across the sky. Sister Edna smiled while peaking at his heartfelt serene look and went back to livening the show with the introverted Koji.

Benito Carter's head bobbed about in approval, constantly brushing the white scarf around his brown neck.

"Benito. Careful. It may tickle," monotone, mellow, voice tinged with concern, called out.

"Ah? Lian Chen. My scarf is it? Thanks for the worry! But you should be staring up there."

"Yeah it is like Benito says. The opportunity to see this is rare. In my homeland, we don't have such visual celebrations. It is a pity."

"Raghav, if you wish to see something similar one day I will show you. It is quite far from your nation, but if Caleyar's grace aligns with the stars, then sometime soon~" Benito beamed, glinting his healthy, white teeth.

"Hahaha, Benito you really are a funny great brother."

Since the incident with the Pre-soldier Exam, these two along with Li Jun had hit it off very well.

"Not bad. The spectacle is meticulously managed, avoiding collisions and awry. Particularly, those Feeria up there. They are meeting my expectations."

"To think out of those bumpkins there exists an intelligent fellow. Hayate of the Swamp."

"Wang Yong. You are not suggesting anything may I assume?"

"Hmph. One who frequently clothes oneself in our exquisite martial robes must have a refined bringing." Wang's gaze was piercing and filled with haughtiness. But to Hayate who has studied those arrogant imbeciles, he was able to tell that the imbecile before him had an iota of respect. Naturally, this unprecedented discovery pleased him. Thus, due to his good mood, he decided to entertain him.

"Indeed. Unlike the dirty plebeian muscle heads, fanatic worshippers with their so-called “holy attire,” and free-minded simpletons with their lack of delicacy, the clothing from Feeria are faultless. Power, class, novelty, the punctilious designs are justly befitting."

Rolling his eyes, Wang Yong looked vacantly at Hayate.

Hayate responded with his sharp, violet, eyes of steel.

" . . . "

" . . . "

" . . . Bumpkin could you actually be from Feeria?"

It was the birth of a new friendship! Yup. Definitely.

 

Spoiler: Chapter 62: The Planned Entrée of the Extravaganza

"Alexia Alexia. If you keep dazing out like that, you're going to regret it!" Sang-jin Wi nudged at her, pulling her sky blue cloak back and forth.

"Ara? You may be right, but compared to the spectacular performances back at home. It isn't even a comparison." Awakening from her daze, she turned to her left and showered Sang-jin Wi with her hubristic demeanour. No longer did she appear melancholy.

"That is true Alexia. If any of the elders from the Great Families came here, a performance like this would only taint them. Twenty of those commoners up there wouldn't even amount to one elder." Her eyes glinted with disdain but quickly widened.

"Ara did you find something that catches your eye?"

"Look look look!"

All eyes turned to find an accumulation of surging water on the balustrade. A well-shaped healthy man with straight, orange hair could be seen standing at the tip. Channelling his mana, it only took a matter of seconds for the surging water to unleash its built force. The audience gasped in awe as a waterspout was shot, jetting the man up.

"MY DAUGHTER THIS IS FOR YOU!"

"Daddy you idiot! Watch out!" Alexia cried out in distress.

Unfortunately, he was unable to hear his daughter's warning due to how far he was in the sky.

"Elemental Master Harold! Around you! Around you!" Feerias and the other performers began to panic and shout.

"Eeeh? Oh Shit!"

Because he wanted the most suitable location to show off, he was at the epicentre of the spectacles where everyone could view him. Sparks, flames, wind, holy light, there were so many types of spells and techniques surrounding him. It was an extremely hazardous situation.

All of the performers began to promptly cease their activities, and those who were unable to were straining themselves to abate.

Harold instinctively understood that he would certainly be dead, and thus immediately started to swiftly initiate hand gestures.

"Hidden Technique: Water Serpent Ravishing Torrent!!!"

*ROOOOOARRRR*

The waterspout enlarged several times in width and encaged Harold, drenching his fair-skin and azure robe for the very first time. The air in the sky trembled from the turbulent energy as the water spun spun spun to form a torrent in the shape of a gigantic serpent.

"Did I just hear a roar?!!"

"Holy mother of Lord Caleyar! That Elemental Master was able to bring forth a phantom cry!

When one unleashes a powerful technique at a high level, it is said that one may be able to tap on the true strength of the technique. While the effects vary and it is unclear, for spells or techniques that embody a creature as a representative, a phantom may manifest of the respective creature. One legendary hero from long ago stated that this was just a glimpse into the secret laws.

None of the techniques and spells around the typhoon was able to last at least five seconds upon colliding. Explosions boomed across the dome marking the end of the supposed spectacle. In the air, a torrent could be seen flushing down vigorously, and soon the man at the eye of the storm was visible in view. He carefully flowed down like a leaf travelling down a rocky waterfall.

As soon as his feet planted to the ground, there was only silence.

Alexia stared at her father with a face filled with relief.

"Alexia! How did you like my performance?" Harold, drenched in water, colourfully shined visibly under the sunny sky like a rainbow being revealed after the rain.

Inspecting the facts and connecting the dots, Alexia finally understood.

"DADDY YOU'RE AWESOME!" Jumping out of her seat without a care, she proudly commended him.

"BAHAHAHAHAHA!" a girl's laughter and claps echoed across the arena. The audience then realised this was truly part of the performance, and a great round of applause rumbled. Many exchanges of words were amidst the cheers.

"What a lucky daughter. To think she would have such a great dad," sighed a middle-aged woman.

"As a father, I can't help but feel jealous of their relationship. He would go to such lengths to risk his life to make his daughter happy," a young knight lamented with praise.

"I guess not all Feerias are snobbish." Tears began to moisten in the eyes of an old brute.

The King was quiet on the outside, but on the inside, he was groaning. (No wonder that snobby Feeria envoy was chortling as he sent the papers.)

Dalis did his best to maintain his poker face. Earlier, he had been in such a wistful mood. But now, he didn't know whether to be down or laugh. From what he had perceived, that man was unquestionably not part of the performance. In addition, that girl was bursting with laughter. She was not cheering. Did everyone not notice that?

Curious to see Melvin's reaction, Dalis sneakily peered over to Melvin. To others it may appear that he had no comment, however, just from capturing a side view Dalis could recognise how jittery he was inside. Now, what would happen if he went for a little poke?

Dalis attentively stared at Melvin until he was discerned. As though he detected a familiar ill omen, Melvin reflexively jutted his head out towards the horsefly. Imposingly, he returned the stare two-fold.

"Go on."

"My condolences." Dalis's shoulders drooped down, and he sank a little further down in his seat. Melvin could no longer see his expression. Instead, all he saw was his head sway side to side in solace. It was blatantly obvious he was taunting him. It certainly did the trick to tick him off. However, if he sets foot on the wagon, it would be playing right into the palm of his hand.

"You seem to have an awful misunderstanding." Leaving an ambiguous line, Melvin no longer bothered with him.

(How surprising. A nice counter.) Dalis's mood uplifted in spite of his forfeit.

"Big sister is happy that you guys are feeling better now."

Simultaneously, the boys shifted their bodies to hear what she plans to say.

"A silly face you have there," Dalis commented.

"Silly~ Silly~"

Melvin was struck flabbergasted.

"Melvin you look silly," Stilla chimed.

"I-I am puzzled as I'm unable to face the flow of this conversation."

Melvin's stutter and countenance caused Dalis to titter. Unexpectedly, Melvin was unoffended, rather he was strangely content.

"Fireworks. Do you two know what that is?" Dalis enquired, in monotone.

"Fire—wwoorks?" Perplex was written on her face.

"I am unfamiliar with that term," Melvin doubted.

"Get ready," Dalis nonchalantly uttered as he turned towards the arena. As a result, his black bangs hid his clouded over expression.

*RUMBLE* *RUMBLE* *RUMBLE*

The earth trembled and quaked as lines appeared to be surfaced from the ground arena. Majority of the people present were unperturbed and observed the unintended extravaganza with excitement. The elliptical shaped floor of the arena was splitting, wheeling its gears, transforming the arena, and dissembling the eclipse to form nine square arenas. The lines were discrete, making it evident where each arena separated. It is said that within each arena, there is an invisible wall erected after participants enter an arena and agree to begin. There were many more features to the arena's mechanism, but for today's event, this was all that was necessary.

"Unbelievable . . . Not even a trace of rubble or debris was left from the procedure," Melvin faltered.

The 93rd Knights of Kingdom Tournament centred on emphasising “power”. To test “power” a single-elimination series of 1v1 duels are conducted. There is no time limit, but all matches must be finished before the end of the day. Otherwise, the whole bracket is disqualified.

Ten thousand participants were filled to the quota for this event. They are divided into 10 groups, Group A- J: one thousand participants are in each group and scheduled to be tested on their respective day. Within the thousand for that particular day, they are divided into the ten arenas. This will form a 100 participant sub bracket of which one would at most need to win six duels, each one halving the number of participants to finish their sub bracket until there are only two participants left for one arena.

In the case that a round has an odd number of participants, one participant will be chosen to skip the round as they do not have anyone to duel, meaning that some participants may complete the sub-bracket in less than six duels. Those who have skipped a round are unable to be skipped again unless all other participants have already skipped. A lottery is drawn to determine who is skipped.

By the end of each day, there would be twenty victorious participants. Hence, by the next ten days, there should be two hundred participants overall left remaining from groups A-J.

From that point, these two hundred are now merged into one group. There, they are once again divided into the ten arenas, thus twenty in each arena.

At most one would need to duel three times, resulting in three left per sub bracket.

In total there would be thirty participants overall remaining to be sent to the final trial.

 

Spoiler: Chapter 63: Melvin's First Opponent

"Koji, Melvin, and the rest give it your best!" Allen shouted to the children from Group A who were currently departing to enter their respective arenas.

Koji gazed at Allen from a distance. He said “I will”, but his voice was low and was inevitably unheard due to the obstruction caused by the loud chatter of the crowd. Nevertheless, Allen was able to view his fiery countenance. As they had spent many years in the Orphanage together, their conveying could be more or less understood without direct communication.

Melvin, who was currently entangled with his routine huddle up, turned his head to Allen and gave him a brief determined nod.

"Melvin, go out there and make big sister proud! I know with your amazing skills you will be able to reach the top!" Stilla exclaimed as she raised a fist up-high with her available arm.

(To the top?) Melvin was slightly startled, but her words brought forth an immense boost of confidence.

"—Naturally I will rise to the top. Thank you big sister Stilla." He shot a menacing glance to Hayate from the corners of his eyes. (I will start by crushing the ignoramus so-called “prodigy” unfortunate enough to be stratified into my bracket.)

Dalis had yet to utter a word. However, this was not for long. While observing the interaction between the two, Dalis noticed Melvin arrogantly glancing towards his hated enemy.

"Trash. Underestimating your opponents will lead to your downfall."

Taunted by a word he hadn't heard for quite a period, Melvin immediately followed up on his beckon.

"Insect, my brilliance today will have your diapause end a tad bit sooner than expected. Your concern is unnecessary. Simply marvel at my performance as you obtain benevolent benefits."

Dalis expressed a silent sigh, but seeing that his arrogance was tempered down, he could be said to be satisfied.

"Okay okay, it's time to go. Melvin go out there and fight!" Stilla cheered and removed her arm from the huddle.



***



"By the way, where is Elliot? Wasn't he going to come to watch our performances?" Allen asked Jessica.

"Yeah that's what I've been wondering too. He should be back from his village."

"Ah he's probably busy helping his family out. Mother Michelle was kind enough to let him come along so he can visit his hometown in the first place. He wouldn't have been able to visit the Cresuilge Kingdom since he couldn't get in," Sienna guessed.

"Then it can't be helped. I hope he will be able to visit at least one of our matches," Allen hoped.

"Hey if he doesn't come, he knows what's coming to him!" Jessica stated in a pert manner.

"Umm . . . guys, look, the first round is going to begin," Sun Hee interjected.

The rules of duelling were nothing out of the norm and were tantamount to other large competitive duels.

A match ended when a participant was unable to continue fighting. Oftentimes, this occured from the defeated having fainted or being injured to a grave extent. As fights are solely competitive, there should never be an instance where a participant attempts to claim a life of another. If there are such instances, they would be disqualified and be punished by law. Thus, grievous maiming and lethal blows are prohibited. Forbidden techniques or arts were also not allowed to be used. They did not wish for the participants to pay the price soley for a competition. Those techniques should only ever be used at the most critical times.

Any kind of toxic, noxious means is strictly regulated in use in battle, and an antidote must be provided to the judge pre-battle. Potions, pills, and beneficial ailments were also not allowed.

Channelling mana or casting spells/techniques/arts before entering the stage was also banned.

Generally, all types of weapons and equipment are permitted, and there were no limits to how many one may bring along. However, once entering their respective arena, a participant is unable to take anything else from the outside even after winning a duel. This is to prevent participants from obtaining instruments that may place them at an advantage for the next duel. Hence, it is advised that participants do not heavily rely on instrumental means. Besides, those who have overused equipment to unbearable levels are often subject to being criticised and condemned by the masses, including the authorities.

Unfortunately for the Orphanage children, they were only allowed to bring equipment on the training level range or a little above that. Essentially, the usual equipment they use regularly back at the Orphanage. This was an intentional move by the authorities of the Orphanage to prevent the internship students from taking powerful equipment from their families to borrow. After all, the purpose of the children participating in the tournament was to train themselves and see how far they can go much like the Pre-Soldier Exam.

"Next match. Melvin Serven vs Mike Batnel. Participants, please enter the stage."

Mike Batnel hurriedly jumped onto the stage. Although he had taken part in three Knights of Kingdom tourneys before, it was his first time standing in the arena alone. It exhilarated him as it felt like the whole world was about to watch his performance. He was short, youthful and was dying to battle with his opponent.

(Ooof! I shouldn't be in such a hurry. It was because of this I failed to get out of the preliminaries last tournament.)

Inspecting his duty attire, he found there were no problems with his heavy brass armour.

(Ok. No problems here or there.)

He removed his light grey eyes from his armour and stared across the stage. His opponent had arrived in perfect time.

(What the hell?)

The person standing before him was not one would consider a man or a woman, but rather, a suave young boy. He was clad in a long, white, collared shirt, resembling a half-robe imprinted with golden embroidery on the sleeves. On his chest, one can see that the shirt is buttoned up and following downwards beige tunic is strapped underneath with small amounts of leather. His grey pants are worn tight, and his overall attire is bizarrely very clean.

(Someone from a village? But he's too young . . . )

Mike was too preoccupied with inspecting the rare attire that he had failed to point attention to his infamous bearing. Melvin was content at first as it was natural to scrutinise their facing opponent, but then felt as though something was wrong.

There were no words of exchange.

There was no reaction to his Feeria bearing.

There were no words filled with malice nor insults daggered at him.

Heck, he has yet to even look at him eye to eye!

All of this infuriated him. This knight named Mike was fortunate enough to be standing before HIM! Melvin Serven! His pride was being damn mocked each passing second.

Melvin sharply glared at the judge. (Commence the fucking duel post-haste!) He had a burning desire to open his mouth and “appropriately” converse with his opponent. However, that would be beneath him. Hence, he could only seek the judge to free himself from this misery.

The judge felt indignation from the arrogant child's provocation. Snorting reproachfully, he turned a blind eye. (Lucky Feeria wretch. Adult or not, Kingdom or not, Orphanage or not, if it weren't for the fact that I had to get things moving, you would be here all day.)

"Participants, the duel will now begin!"

" . . . Oh crap, we are starting!"

" . . . " The floodgates were reaching their limit.

"So are you one of the kids from the Caleyar Orphanage?" Mike casually asks while steadily walking to Melvin.

"Internship student from Feeria. Melvin Ser—"

Suddenly, Mike briskly bolted towards Melvin, grasping his silver longsword low in the air. It was hanging from his back right leg, gathering momentum for a pre-emptive strike.

"You!—"

"Ever heard the phrase? He who strikes first wins!" Mike guffawed as he continued to charge faster. The heavy armour he wore was not an impediment at all to his dashing speed. Likewise, the long sword he wielded had barely moved an inch. He was aiming for one decisive straight swing. Melvin quickly realised he was likely up against a knight with a body mana seed—a body consolidator!

He relentlessly charged at his unprepared foe, ignoring the light, cold fog, seeping through the floor. As if this fog would whittle his movements! Perhaps this incoming aerosol would be an impairment to his eyes, but he was far too late. The prey was in plain, stark view. Nine more meters and he was done for!



Seven meters . . .



Five meters . . .



Three meters . . .



"Back to the Orphanage you go kid! This is not a place for the young ones." At last, the powerful swing was brought onto the battlefield, cutting the fog like a hot knife through butter and slicing towards Melvin's abdomen just above the hips. He can already envision the helpless kid go flying from his mighty force.

However . . .

Mike's eyes widened as he saw the kid elegantly dodge the swing with surging, speedily maneuver. He failed to notice a gust of wind swirling by the kid's legs. The kid spun once with the rotation of his body to place himself directly behind him. Consequently, not only did he swing thin air but he also slew across a couple of meters to a halt. In utter disbelief, he turned around as soon as he recovered from his skid to meet the vicissitudes of impossibility.

From the small clearing of the dispersed seeping fog, he saw the Feeria kid staring down at him. His hands were clasped behind his back as though he were some expert, and his chin was pompously elevated upwards. A blithe expression accompanied his handsome looks, but this did not conceal his smothered smugness and mocking disdain. Unfortunately for Mike, the cancerous attitude of an arrogant kid, younger than him, was the least of his problems.

Hovering in the cold air were several dozens of mana bolts surrounding Melvin. Each bolt was coloured white and glowed with vigorous mana energy. They were not opaque, and were endowed, and harnessed by the seeping mana from the fog! They appeared to be intensifying by the second, eating the cold fog as nourishing strength.

"HOW! You were so late to chant! How can you be so skilled to conjure spells this fast?!" (Mages take time to build up their control of mana and utilise spells. This can't be happening. Was my speed not fast enough? Or is this youngster simply that skilled?)

"Ahh, the silly follies of ignorant fools. Why would I, Melvin Serven, needlessly open my mouth?"

"What do you mean?! Almost every movement mana practitioner in the whole continent needs to chant to properly use the majority of their mana spells. I haven't heard of a single chantless . . ." (Wait did I ever see him open his mouth?!) The baffled Mike opened his eyes as wide as saucers from his epiphany. "You didn't even chant did you? . . . Are you a freak?"

"Hmph," Melvin snorted and jutted his chin further up, setting the target.

As though his minute actions were the queue, the order to unleash the stockpiled arrows was set in stone; heavy artillery mercilessly rained down the battlefield.

 

Spoiler: Chapter 64: Koji Itou Vs The Prodigy of the Swamp Hayate

(Crafty, foolish crook. I happen to be well versed with individuals that indulge in distasteful trickery.) Melvin no longer spared a glance for his defeated opponent.

“Mike Batnel is unable to continue fighting. Melvin Serven wins!"

Following the judge's call, a heap of bustling cheers erupted from those watching this arena. There were quite a number of spectators for Melvin's match as many were keen to see how capable the children from the Caleyar Orphanage were. Many of the Feeria onlookers were blinking their eyes in surprise at not only Melvin's unforeseen calibre but also the upswing cheers. Regardless of the fact that the opponent was a crook, Melvin had displayed the bearing of Feeria in a very domineering manner. To hear a Feeria being loudly praised, they felt fairly fulfilled.

"Dalis, look Melvin won! He won his match like Koji did. Hooray!" Stilla tugged at Dalis's sleeves hard. When she looked at Dalis, she saw an annoyed countenance.

"Oh oh oh sorry Dalis. Did I pull on your sleeves too much?" Stilla hastily repented.

"Kind of. However, that is not the cause of my ill mood," Dalis blatantly replied.

Dalis had a sudden sixth sense occur to him. He sensed that somebody was belittling him; he stared at the obvious culprit in defiance.



***



"Next duel. Koji Itou vs Hayate from the Caleyar Orphanage. Participants, please enter the stage."

(Him?!!) Koji frowned upon hearing the name of his next opponent. Promptly, his mood sank. Morosely, he gritted his teeth and trudged to face his fearsome, bitter opponent.

On the other side, Hayate, as per usual, swaggered finely, planting his feet firmly onto the arena. Following his descent, a breeze of wind smoothly accompanied him.

It is important to note that this was not because of a technique. Hayate of the Swamp was renowned for having a very special affinity to the wind. It wasn't rare for an individual to have a talent or affinity in a particular area, but Hayate's uniqueness extended to an exceptional level. Everywhere he went the natural wind in the air passively coursed around him. It was as though he was a child born from mother nature's wind. When the weather presents turbulent wind, Hayate's strength is said to magnify a hundredfold as he can guide and dictate the wind as he pleases. It was truly frightening.

Glancing at his opponent without a hurry, Hayate's eyebrow raised slightly.

"Oh ho? You appear to be familiar . . . ? Koji Itou . . . Itou . . . Ah I see you’re that man's son." There was a tinge of surprise laced in his voice. Afterwards, his lips curled to form a derisive grin.

Koji's face began to redden, and his hands were turning white. He was getting caught up in Hayate’s pace. Not only did Hayate not seem to acknowledge his existence, but he also raised the issue of his father.

Like a trained heir, he began to skillfully move his body and orate. "For a man originating from the Swamp. He truly upheld the reputation of the Swamp. As a man who served under her, his expertise was welcome. Mercilessly slaughtered foes, accomplished espionage, and above all, unwavering obedience. All the elders said he was one of her favourites. Unfortunately, he has lost his usefulness since the end of the Great War. I wonder how he is now. Is he faring well?"

Hayate then placed his left arm on his hip, and his right arm moved closer to his neat high collar and touched his accentuated jawline. Caressing his chin, he examined the small figure before him. "My sympathies to your father," he sighed in disappointment.

"HaYaTEee . . . " Koji felt as though he was saturated with boiling lava while his eyes were filled with burning cold blood. Killing intent was surging out of his sockets.

The judge understood this conversation had reached its breaking point. "Koji Itou. Please be mindful of the tournament rules or there will be dire consequences." Seeing that there was no apparent reaction, the disgruntled judge could only helplessly commence the duel. "Participants, the duel will now begin!"

"Hidden Technique: Liquify!"

Koji's body was undertaking a transformation. His body seemed to appear as if he was melting. No! It was dissolving! He was turning into a slime-like humanoid creature; he was liquid! Not a trace of liquid oozed out of his body.

"Haaaah . . . those eyes of yours at first glance may be similar to your father. But it seems the only aspect that is similar is his inherited genes. Those eyes are an utter contrast to his chilling coldness." Hayate had yet to make a move. Instead, he continued his tangent with uncaring composure.

"That's fine by me!" The aggravated slime bounced his way towards Hayate with robust leg strength. Each leg pushed off like a professional athlete leaping long jumps in the Olympics.

Dalis, who was spectating his room mate's match, was impressed by his bounces. It reminded him of a particular portly plumber with a red hat.

"Revolting. You really are a slime. I didn't think I would be fighting a beast in the tournament." Hayate's face contorted to a disgusted expression.

"Are you going to still underestimate me and look down on me?!" Koji was now within a moment's reach.

"When there is this large of a disparity in level, it would be embarrassing for me to face you seriously. Perhaps I could whoosh my sleeve and defeat you in one move, but that would be a little too much, don't you agree? After all, we are fellow children from the Swamp and the Orphanage."

*BOUNCE*

Koji spread his arms and legs wide in the air and was prepared to grapple Hayate down with a full force takedown. Finally, Hayate readied his stance. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply and opened them. Sternly he said:

"Vanquish Wind Style: Air Palm Strike!"

*POW!*

"Ughh . . . " Koji groaned in pain. The powerful strike brought forth a jab of throbbing pain to his chest. It hurt quite much as he expected but it would take more than for him to be defeated. He managed to secure him perfectly. "You bastard, this is why you shouldn't act so arrogant" he declared in a stifled voice.

"Ah . . . what's this? This isn't like the usual liquefaction technique . . ."

Currently, Hayate was entrapped in Koji's grasp like a black widow having captured its silked prey. His left arm was hugged by Koji's right arm, legs were wrapped by the widow's legs, right side of his body seized, and his head was squeezed tight to a headlock. He found it difficult to breathe even when taking into account his enhanced airways. If this attack was from a body consolidator, he would have presumably suffocated.

Hayate studied the only limb available; his right arm. His face slumped grim as he unwillingly swirled his fingers around, touching the secreted liquid.

"Absolutely disgusting. Barbaric! Mutated sweat."

Indeed, Koji had adapted and forged a new path to his liquid technique. Accentuating the cohesiveness of the generated liquid being to somehow create a great degree of adhesive property. It may be inappropriate to define this solely as liquid art.

Koji's chest worked like jelly. It rebounded back in position, hitting his palm.

Involuntarily, he wracked his brain and acted accordingly to draw conclusions to Koji's body.

It was futile to try to grab any part of Koji's gelatinous body. The feeling was akin to touching elastic mud: unable to be grabbed or pulled. In Koji's case, it just bounced back.

Testing the limits of Koji's technique, he unleashed a series of firm palm strikes from his restricted position.

Each strike was rather weak when compared to his normal palm strikes without force. Fortunately, he was manipulating the wind to provide him with a helping hand.

(Heeh . . . so his slime-like body even has a commendable level of shock absorption. However. . .)

"Forfeit Hayate! I'm not ignorant to comprehend that I'm not a match for you. But your carelessness and arrogance has lead you to this." Once in the spider's web, there was no way out. Koji coldly feasted his eye on Hayte's feeble struggle: it was futile.

"Well I must . . . say, you certainly . . . went beyond the expectations . . . I had initially assumed." Hayate's response was slow as he wrestled, gaping for air.

" . . . "

Koji's secreted sweat profusely increased, drenching Hayate's body even further. It made him feel dizzy as his throat parched. He was carefully maintaining his water levels before, but the sudden unease instinctively severed his concentration. Hayate was simply too calm. Moreover, he had yet to even stutter given the situation. Sure his speech was slow, and his breaths were rapid albeit was this all his headlock could achieve?

"Since you forced me . . . to undergo such an . . . unpleasant experience, I have changed. . . my mind."

Without warning, Hayate's body bloated in compact proportions; he did not appear to be too particularly different at all. The onlookers would not have noticed this subtle change. However, Koji undoubtedly captured this brief last moment.

"Vanquish Wind Style: Air Palm Strike!"

*KAPOW!*

Koji Itou was sent flying more than fifty meters across the battlefield.

The audience watching this match were left speechless.

The judge rushed towards Koji and checked his condition.

It was a complete knockout.

One move was all it took.

“Koji Itou is unconscious and thus unable to continue fighting. Hayate from the Caleyar Orphanage wins!"

“KOJI!” Stilla, Jessica, Allen, Sienna, Sister Edna and a couple of others cried.

Allen and Sister Edna hurriedly raised from their seats and ran to the fallen Koji.

Dalis was not in a good mood.

Hayate, on the field, did not even bother to spare a glance at his fallen opponent. He had already left the boundary as soon as he was declared the victor.

(Although we are not as fussy as those from Feeria, you are dishonourable as that man's son.)

Alas, one should not forget the restrained position Hayate was in.

If he had no obstructions.

Just how far . . .

Just how far would Koji fly?