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"Who knows, one day you might even become a saintess! Hey, as someone who will one day become my companion in this future hero's journey, how about you come with me to the river to practice swordsmanship!"
Lena felt somewhat helpless.
She didn't have many playmates her age in the village, so Mino was the only one who often came to play with her.
"Where's Shana? Why aren't you with her?"
“Her!” Mino clutched her heart, seemingly heartbroken. “She’s been secretly reading my diary lately, and it feels like something strange has awakened within me. Honestly, a chosen one? How could that even exist, you idiot…”
Seeing Mino's pitiful yet somewhat earnest expression, Lena revealed a pure smile: "Someone who claims to be a future hero actually says that..."
"Let's go! I'll go with you to practice swordsmanship!" Lena agreed after hanging up the clothes and patting the water off her hands.
But after thinking about it, Lena felt that this wasn't girly enough, so she cleared her throat and emphasized:
"However, I'll only practice swordsmanship with you until I successfully go on my blind date! I have many suitors after all!"
"Yay! We're going to be sword-fighting partners for life!"
"Mino!!!"
Her eyelids were suddenly jolted by the voice that had once made her feel ashamed and angry. Amidst the haystack, Lena opened her eyes, which were as white and gentle as snow.
On his chest, a sapphire as clear as an ice crystal heart shimmered with a slightly faster frequency of light...
Chapter 52 The Saintess and the Shadow Demon
The moonlight fell between the thatched huts, seemingly causing a slight commotion.
Lena clutched the blue heart-shaped gem to her chest, her long silver hair adorned with strands of ice silk, and her pure white face was framed by translucent frost-blue irises. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, shaking off a few fine ice grains.
After a while, she gently exhaled a breath of cold air.
A mature and steady voice rang out softly as Lena looked up at the moon overhead:
"I had some strange dreams again, which almost caused my Ice Heart to reach its limit..."
"I also dreamed about Mino, but that was a long time ago..."
Lena touched her face, her eyes filled with memories of just waking up from a dream: "Xinmino... It's been so long since I called him that since he became a hero. He's a really amazing guy."
This nostalgia quickly subsided, and Lena gripped the cross-shaped longsword in her hand, a deep coldness flashing in her eyes: "But the demons destroyed all of this."
“I’ll make them pay, Mino…”
pat, pat.
Footsteps approached, crunching over the fine, dry grass.
Lena first focused her mind slightly, then her expression gradually softened as she looked at the little girl who was standing timidly in the distance, clutching a pillow.
The little girl, dressed in thin pajamas, cautiously looked up at Lena: "Saintess, Saintess sister, I can't sleep. Can I sleep with you?"
Lena nodded slightly, and as the little girl approached, she gently patted her head. "You should call me Auntie, okay? I'm older than your mother..."
"That's impossible! Saintess's skin is so beautiful—"
The little girl cutely twitched her nose, then her eyes lit up with stars: "Besides, there are rumors circulating in the border villages about the saintess and that hero's intimate relationship!"
"Don't easily believe those idealized stories," Lena shook her head, gently rubbing the little girl's cheek.
"To me, he's just... well, at most like a little brother. I'd probably feel the same way about him. I can sense that..."
"But Daddy said that only through separation can we truly understand our own feelings..." The little girl blinked, looking confused, and said, "Maybe Lord Mino has changed his mind now!!!"
"Impossible." Lena chuckled at the little girl's naiveté, but shook her head firmly.
"After all these years, he probably doesn't even remember clearly what I like or dislike... After all, he was just a child back then."
“Then…” The little girl tilted her head, and her eyes lit up quickly.
"When I grow up, can I marry Lord Mino?!"
puff--
Lena's body trembled violently, her eyelashes blinked rapidly, and her icy heart flashed with a dangerous light.
Unbeknownst to her, the Ice Saintess Shana was struck by something, and she wavered once again like never before.
"Hmm... You can't say things like that so easily. You're a girl, you should take better care of yourself..." Lena murmured softly. When she looked down again, she found the little girl's head resting on her chest, already fast asleep.
Lena gently covered the little girl with the blanket, the luster of her pure heart shimmering slightly, as if giving a warning.
Lena stopped what she was doing, clutched the gem at her chest, and murmured to herself:
"It's nothing, I just mentioned it unintentionally... Nobody knows about this weakness of mine... not even Mino."
"Since my opponent is a demon, there is nothing that can threaten me."
……
early morning.
Golden sunlight pierced through the gloomy clouds, casting golden fragments onto the earth, which were greedily and contentedly absorbed by the gray soil, lush grass, and tender flower petals.
Klettina wore a short, golden yellow gown. The silky, puffy sleeves revealed slender, fair arms, and pale gold roses bloomed brightly on the dress and at the waist, exuding a sunny and romantic aura...
Carrying the watering can, Kleinna watered the rose bushes at her feet.
Snap, snap, snap snap snap snap!
The footsteps went from slow to rapid, thumping from behind, then suddenly, someone grabbed Kletina's leg.
"Aww!"
Kleidina turned her head slightly, put down the water bottle in her hand, her expression softening slightly after the initial surprise, and quickly turned to hug the white-haired loli who only reached her knees.
"Lady Mia, I'm preparing the torture instruments for the hero... Please be careful not to get pricked by the roses."
"Rose……"
Hidden under Klettina's short skirt, Mia peeked out, sucking on her finger and mumbling, "Klett...na..."
“Rose, yes, Tina…!” Mia’s eyes lit up quickly.
“No, Lord Demon King.” Kleidina’s smile was slightly apologetic as she shook her head, squatted down, and gently stroked the rose bushes that were still covered in dew.
“I am unworthy of these beautiful roses. As the Rose Shadow Demon, I am merely the shadow of the roses... These roses on my body are all dead.”
Klettina gazed sadly at a brightly blooming rose among the flowers:
“But these roses are alive…and now I’m going to take their lives away.”
With a snap, she gently broke off a fiery red rose and placed it into a small glass bottle.
Seeing Kletina's somewhat sorrowful face, Mia inexplicably puffed out her cheeks, lowered her head and buried it in Kletina's arms, her little head shaking incessantly:
"Ting...Na, so...beautiful!"
In the distance, there was an old-fashioned wooden table with a teapot floating slowly, pouring fragrant black tea onto the seats on both sides.
Svir's phantom and the demonic sword Apophis sat facing each other, discussing the demon race's plans in more detail.
"In fact, humanity's strongest warrior has already been replaced. Once that kingdom's guiding star grows old, humanity's peak of combat power will completely dissipate, and we only need to wait... to completely domesticate humanity." The Demon Sword Apophis took a sip of red tea and said.
Swell gently turned the pages, somewhat disapproving: "Lord Apophis, don't underestimate the potential for human growth."
"In just a thousand years, these humans have become a threat to the Demon King's castle: we cannot wait for the birth of the next Minotaur. All plans that can strike at humanity must be put on the agenda."
Apophis nodded, then sighed:
"If Kleinna can fully adapt to the Demon King's power, everything will be much easier."
"...Assisting the Demon King and Lady Kletina, the Scribe, is precisely the meaning of our existence as Demon Officials." Swell paused briefly before speaking:
"Lady Kletina is too lonely. Unlike me, a naturally formed book demon, or Lord Migo, a horned demon with a bloodline tribe, the birth of the Shadow Demon race is strange and rare... To this day, no one knows how Shadow Demons are born."
"In my opinion, although Lady Kletina has nearly a thousand years of experience and wisdom in ruling the demon race, her heart is empty and as fragile as a young girl."
"Even the Shadow Demon race, which is closest to the Demon King's rank, cannot withstand the Demon King's power."
Swell sighed:
"I can't think of anyone else in the entire Demon King's Castle who can fully adapt to this power."
Chapter 53 Facing the Pain of War, We Are Not Without Solutions
"Things will change." Apophis said calmly, watching the two figures, one tall and one short, slowly walk towards him after picking the roses.
"This is precisely why I became the Demon Sword—"
Sverre rose from his seat and bowed to Kletina and Mia, who had returned to the city gate.
Looking up again at Apophis, who was floating in the air and exuding a strong magical power, Svir let out a soft exclamation.
Above the Demon King's castle, the dark clouds appeared even deeper.
……
A faint rumble of thunder sounded in my ears, which then transformed into a somewhat familiar voice.
"Come!"
"Come!"
"Come again!"
The river flowed by, and two figures crossed paths in its reflection. The wooden hilt of a sword made a brief crackling sound in the air, and the short figure was sent flying with a thud after another collision from a blind spot.
With a snap, the wooden sword that had been thrown broke in two and stuck into the ground.
"Another one broke... It's getting less and less durable." The blond-haired boy squatted on the ground, pouting with some regret.
"The key point is that the sword had already slipped from your hand before the wooden sword broke."
A woman in a pure white dress walked slowly over, carrying a wooden sword. She sat down on a patch of dry grass and concluded, "So, this time it's another victory for me."
"Looks like this is all we can do for today." The boy stretched, pretending not to hear, and chuckled.
He turned to the woman beside him and said, "Lena, I heard you failed at your blind date again the other day?"
"What are you saying? What are you saying!" Lena's voice suddenly became urgent:
"How can you call something like a blind date a matter for an older woman?!"