Summoning the Holy Sword

“—!”

The Giant Megadrile let out a shriek and crashed to the ground heavily. Viktor sheathed his sword and heaved a sigh of relief. He flung his hair and patted off the filthy dust on his clothes. Although this Megadrile was powerful, it wasn’t strong enough for this Master Swordsman. Moreover, with the help of Marlene and the other young ladies, they ended its life even quicker.

It seemed that the Chairman has been escorted safely to his destination and we have completed our mission. What’s next?

“Mr. Viktor,” Marlene called out for Viktor and the latter turned around with a friendly smile. “What’s wrong, Miss Marlene?”

“There is something important, Mr. Viktor,” Marlene replied with a dubious look. She pondered for a moment before continuing. “Rhode has an important question for you. He hopes that you can tell us the truth.”

“Oh?” Viktor widened his eyes slightly. After these few days of getting along, he realized that Rhode had a unique method of communicating with his men. He guessed that it must’ve been the works of some usual magical equipment although it would have been almost impossible for Rhode to obtain that many of them. This made Viktor all the more envious. After all, it was extremely crucial to communicate with one’s men at any point in time. Viktor had even considered approaching Rhode to request for similar magical equipment after the completion of this mission.

But he left this request for the future.

Viktor threw that affair to the back of his head before gazing at Marlene. Even though they didn’t interact for a long time, Viktor knew that Rhode wasn’t a man of many words. Since Rhode had something to ask him and he had specially gotten Miss Marlene to pass the message, it showed that there must be some progression to the situation—just that he wasn’t aware if it was good or bad news. “No problem, what’s the question?”

“Mr. Rhode wants to know what your guild has done upon arriving in Soraka Mountain? What exactly is your mission?”

That’s an Angel.

An Angel from the Munn Kingdom.

Rhode saw the flag hanging on the wall behind her seat. He was familiar with everyone except this woman. She had a refined and beautiful appearance, but strangely, Rhode couldn’t sense the strong powers that Angels should be born with naturally. Her eyes were closed as though she were blind and she was listening attentively to the Chairman’s speech.

So, she must be the Supervisor? Royal Highness Lydia’s letter is dedicated to her?

As Rhode was pondering, the Angel turned around as though she sensed something.

“—!” In this instant, Rhode felt an unspeakable sense of disgust. He held down the hilt of his daggers by his waist using all his might and forced down the explosive murderous intent within himself. He turned around and pretended to gaze to the side. After a few moments, he calmed down gradually.

So close…

Rhode sucked in a deep breath. His murderous intent came too suddenly. She was a beautiful Angel and this was the first time he had met her. However, Rhode felt as though he had just met a foe that had killed his entire family. He had the urge to unsheath his daggers and slash her apart instantly… Where did this sense of vengeance come from?

If it weren’t for Rhode’s rich experience to shift his intent almost instantly, everyone in the venue would’ve noticed him. After all, there were six to seven figures in the Legendary Stage here. If his murderous intent erupted, perhaps those figures would’ve misunderstood and think that Rhode was targeting them.

Ever since Rhode came to this world, he had seen countless Angels. To be frank, this was the first time Rhode had met an Angel he hated at first sight. However, if this was the Angel’s unique ability, why didn’t others harbor such hate towards her too? Apart from those in the Legendary Stage, ordinary humans surely shouldn’t possess such determination. Rhode scanned the guards by the side and discovered their respect and admiration towards the Angel. This should’ve been the most ordinary behavior.

Could it be that my aesthetic conception has changed? But it shouldn’t be this extreme, right?

“… Next… Regarding Soraka Mountain seeking protection from the Country of Darkness,” the Chairman stood to his feet. “… I, as the Chairman, veto this proposal.”

“…” Zieg gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly.

I failed.

As soon as Zieg witnessed the damned old man before him, he knew that he had no chance to succeed anymore. The Chairman’s decision was absolute and final, and there was no one to overthrow it… Zieg knew that there was no meaning to send out his written letter because he would soon return to the Country of Light’s Parliament to report his failure.

Damn it!

Zieg lowered his head.

Why? Why did it fail?

But, at this moment, a voice sounded and hauled Zieg out of the abyssal of despair.

“Please wait, Mr. Chairman!” A parliament member stood up out of the blue. He yelled with a pale face and clenched fists. He gazed at his colleagues around him while gritting his teeth. “We… We, parliament, think that more consideration should be given to this proposal!”

The Chairman’s expression sunk slightly.

Apart from the Chairman, the others in Mithril Hall revealed various emotions. Di twitched his brows slightly and displayed a graceful smile. He changed his posture so ever gently as though he were a VIP admiring the stage show coming to the climax in the opera house.

Corina puckered her brows as her expression tensed once again. The Elf-lady gazed forward with uncertainty, at the same time, whispering to her maidservant beside her.

On the other hand, a Dwarf occupying two seats and carrying an ax shook his head from side to side while mumbling. Apart from them, the other representatives had begun to whisper in each other’s ears.

After all, these representatives of various forces were dispatched in Soraka Mountain and they clearly knew of the parliament regulations. The Chairman’s decision was final. However, in order to prevent monopolization of powers, the decision could only be reconsidered if all parliament members rejected the Chairman’s decision.

Everyone was clear that it didn’t only affect Soraka Mountain if they sought protection from the Country of Darkness. It would affect the entire continent. This was the reason why the representatives were gathered here. Although they had perceived these state of affairs to a certain extent, it was still best to hear it for themselves and view the confirmation in black and white for political matters.

The Chairman was back, but the parliament chose to betray?

“…” The Chairman disregarded the chatters as he gazed at the parliament members. He let out a long sigh and said in a deflated tone. “Fine, we… shall re-examine.”

Rhode sensed as though the elderly man had become visibly feeble and the strength that supported him back here had seemed to vanish. Then, the Chairman lifted his head once again. “Madam Supervisor, we hope you can participate in this deliberation.”

“No problem.” The Angel with her eyes shut stood up and nodded slightly. She, along with the parliament members, disappeared into the other end of the corridor.

Rhode finally let loose of his grip on the hilt.

His knuckles had paled.

That woman…

Rhode had never expected this feeling where he desired to kill a woman just from hearing her voice. What exactly is happening?

Also…

Rhode glanced towards the meeting hall.

What’s going to happen next?