Summoning the Holy Sword

As Tres and his men left, they weren’t aware that there was someone looking down at them from a tall balcony in Golden City.

“Huhuhu… This time, I think they’ve just received a memorable lesson.” Lydia shut her eyes and stroked her golden hair while Amund showed a somewhat hopeless smile. “Is this really fine, Your Highness? Even though what the young man did wasn’t wrong, their diplomatic group will definitely use this incident to make a fuss. If that really happens…”

“Then it will be great, Minister Amund,” Lydia interrupted Amund’s words with her left hand. She raised her chin and admired at the azure, endless sky. “… Minister Amund. What do you think the Munn Kingdom means to me?”

“Your Highness?” said Amund.

“Is it merely a piece of land? A territory? A tool for us to fight for our authority and position? Or perhaps a deterrence against the Country of Light’s Parliament? If I give up on this land, what path will it and its citizens take? And if it leaves me, where do I go as an Archangel?”

Amund lowered his head and sighed slightly. Even though he was a great Mage of the court, he seldom involved himself in politics. But this time, as Lydia’s most trusted person, he knew the current situation clearly. The clowns of the Country of Light’s Parliament seemed to have predicted their death sentence and began their final struggles. They were aware that if they missed this last chance, what awaited them would definitely be Lydia’s bloody massacre and this Archangel surely wouldn’t mind repeating that night from several years ago.

There was continuous unrest in the continent and Amund knew that Lydia was deeply worried about it. Even though this young lady was described by others as a tyrant in many aspects, she, after all, was still an Angel and she wouldn’t violate the creed and standpoint of the Angels. It was due to her identity that she was so highly respected and loved in the Munn Kingdom. Yet it was also her identity that restricted her choices.

Lydia was clearer than anyone else about the dark clouds that were about to shroud the entire continent. The changes of the Country of Darkness and the secretly surging tide in the dark world were about to reveal a brand new era and the start of a war. Even though Lydia wished to change and put a stop to everything, things weren’t that simple because the Munn Kingdom had internal affairs of their own. In this small country, the conflicts between the Reformist Party and King’s Party had been ongoing and they couldn’t be resolved that easily.

A long time ago, the Munn Kingdom was still an ordinary kingdom and during those times, there weren’t any clashes or divisions. But as their commercial trade developed rapidly, a massive amount of gold and silver streamed into the country and cracks began to form under the impact of this ever growing wealth.

But now, Amund was rather fearful as he gazed at Rhode’s back. It had something to do with Soraka Mountain. The outside world was unaware of the truth, but Lydia and Amund knew everything about it. Not only did they receive Rhode’s report, but they also had their own information channels. Due to this reason, Amund felt threatened after hearing that the Duke Fiend was defeated by two of Rhode’s men.

Amund hadn’t experienced the strength of the Duke Fiend personally, but even so, it didn’t disrupt his judgment of their abilities. How can the two beings who possessed Legendary strength and even defeated the Duke Fiend be ordinary humans? Not to mention, these two beings were two young ladies. When were there so many talents in the Munn Kingdom?

According to the intelligence they received, the two young ladies with unique names were Rhode’s men. How much influence did one need to have two talented men in the Legendary Stage? Could this young man be the spokesperson of one of the secret legendary associations? After all, no matter what, his grandeur didn’t waver whenever he faced the Country of Light’s Parliament and he responded to every one of them appropriately. Moreover, there were so many powerful beings gathered around him… Amund would never believe that Rhode was only a little noble from the Eastern Plains. But what were his intentions in doing all this in the Munn Kingdom if he were really the spokesperson of a certain force?

“Your Highness, do you really intend to do this?” Even though Amund knew that Lydia wouldn’t change her mind, he continued to ask with softened voice. “Do you know what this means? That young man has a mysterious background. I admit that he indeed favors us and has done a lot for us… But…”

“I understand what you meant, Amund. Humans crave for the warmth of the sun and yet, they are afraid of the overly dazzling radiance. But that isn’t an excuse for fear.” Lydia turned around with her charming, unwavering smile. “Fear is the start of an abomination, Teacher, but, we shouldn’t rely on our guesses and individual preferences to judge a person before we fully understand him. Furthermore, your worries are too negative, Teacher. No matter what, why aren’t you willing to believe that Mr. Rhode is kind towards us from the amount of hard work that he has done?”

The young lady revealed a cheeky smile before folding her arms by her chest. “Perhaps, this man is an emissary sent by the Creator Dragons. If that’s the case, aren’t we the lucky ones?”

“If that’s true, we are indeed lucky, then.” Even though Lydia was smiling brilliantly, Amund couldn’t force out a smile. But the Court Mage was aware that his thoughts couldn’t influence the young lady any more. He chose to keep quiet and bowed deeply with folded palms. “I hope this young man will be as you’ve described… Your Highness, I shall take my leave.”

The corner of Lydia’s mouth quirked up as she held her white jade-like finger against her smooth chin. “He will surely be as what I’ve mentioned, Teacher. Huhuhu. So then, I shall also see what this emissary from the Creator Dragon decides to do this time.”

To some people, the matter had already past. However, to others, it was only just the beginning.

“… You’re saying that the young man didn’t only reject the orders of the Parliament, but also attacked you?” The flabby cheeks of the man sitting on the sofa made from expensive snow leopard skin twitched as he supported himself with the sofa handle using his short, fat arm. He glared at Tres with two small eyes that seemed to be on the verge of exploding. “And then? You people returned with your tails tucked between your legs from the plaza outside Golden City?! Under the watchful eyes of that damn tyrant?!”

“He is really powerful, MP Danny.” Tres was raging secretly as the fat man barked at him. However, he suppressed his emotions and proceeded to explain calmly. “He defeated all my men—I can’t even do that. It was obvious that this young man was much stronger than what we’ve heard from the rumors! We should be more careful against such an opponent!”

“A load of crap!” The fat pig swung his right arm angrily and he fell back on the sofa after losing his balance. “Damn it! We have the official documents of the Country of Light’s Parliament and we represent the civilians of the holy Country of Light. That bunch of country bumpkins dares to treat us this way!? This is provocation! Provocation! Someone, get me a pen, I am gonna raise a protest against Golden City. That bunch of damn bastards…”

The fat pig paused for a moment before glaring at Tres once more. “Scram! Where the hell is our dignity now that a barbarian has messed us up so badly!? I should consider getting the Parliament to send someone else to replace you! Get lost right now!”

“Yes! Sir!” Tres saluted respectfully with an unwavering expression and left the room. Until the door closed behind him, he revealed a gloomy expression.

“Sir? Are you alright?” One of the guards by the door expressed his concern for Tres while Tres let out a long sigh. “Alright? I guess so… Damn it… By the way, how are our guys doing?”

The guard revealed a pained expression. “… We received news that due to the powerful blast, their right arms are crippled now. We have sought help from the Clerics, but their injuries are too grave…”

“I get it!” Tres swung his arm and interrupted his words. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. All these guards were capable troops that he had nurtured personally and they were able to stand here because they had been through countless tests. And now, their futures were gone entirely. Even if they were to recover, what could they do in the Country of Light? They had lost their most competent weapon and how were they going to continue living their lives?

“…” Tres remained in silence for a brief moment before lifting his head once more. “Get them to focus on recuperating and once they’re feeling better, get them to return to the Country of Light.”

“But… Sir, are we really just gonna forget about it? Those barbarians of the Munn Kingdom actually treated us this way and our brothers wouldn’t end up like this if MP Danny didn’t give such an order! Damn it…”

“That’s enough!” Tres howled furiously. “Shut your mouth… This is my problem, so cut your crap. Don’t forget that we’re here to carry out orders. I hope that you will just butt out with everything except the orders!”

Tres gestured wildly. “All you have to do is to carry out orders and leave the following matter to me… I will not let it end just like this!”