It was already four weeks since Leis arrived in this world. His daily routine continued without any disruptions. The days were uneventful and peaceful, although some kids came to demonstrate their superiority, he kindly sent them away, they definitely didn't cry and runway screaming momma.
That aside, today was like any—an uneventful day. Waking up, Leis ate his breakfast while complaining as usual and went to his follow up training.
He thought it will again be a boring day until he saw multiple carriages entering from the main gate. The elegant carriage at the front has intricate designs, decorated with reddish-golden fabric. A flag with a sign of what seems to be flame was secured at the top of every carriage. The two beasts pulling the front carriage were also decorated but what pulled everyone's attention was their height, approx 2.5m, they were tall and bulky!
"That's some tall ass motherfucker." Leis couldn't help but mutter.
"I can only wonder how long their fifth leg is."
[Seems like your horniness is getting to you if you are actually thinking about a Dreder's penis]
"So they are called Dreder."
[Correct]
While Leis was talking with the system, the carriages went already in front of Orphanage. The speed of those dreders was astonishing, but he was sure they can run even faster.
Two people stepped out of the front carriage while other escorts formed a line on both sides. One of them was a middle-aged man, his expression stern and serious while the other was a boy about Leis age give or take. Two things stood out when one observed the kid, his luxurious clothing, and his contemptuous eyes. Leis suddenly had an urge to kick that kid in his ass.
Other than that, the escorts were dressed in full black armor, not a part of their body visible.
Moments later, Christa alongside some other nuns came outside.
"Miss Christa. Sorry for the sudden visit." The middle-aged man actually bowed and spoke with naked reverence to Christa.
"Here I am known as Head Nun, you shall address me as such." Christa didn't bother with pleasantries and spoke with her ever cold voice.
"Sure. Head Nun." While speaking, his tone although was polite, was also firm.
"So what did you come here? Frank Sublillevé. I didn't remember this being a part of my contract."
"I am really sorry about disturbing you but I am here on her Majesty's behest."
Finally, Christa showed some reaction, tilting her head a little, she sighed, "I can at least listen."
Nodding his head, Frank suddenly waved his hands. A wave of intangible energy spread around the surrounding, creating an invisible barrier with only him and Christa inside. After the barrier was deployed Leis wasn't able to hear anything at all.
'So he is a cultivator.' His eyes shined, a vivid desire appeared on his face. Although he was a bit disappointed being cut off from their conversation, by looking at their expression and behavior, he could still grasp the flow.
The talking went on for around five minutes, everything was looking fine when abruptly...
"Boom!"
Leis didn't know what happened but suddenly the surrounding started freezing at an unimaginable speed with Christa at the center. The barrier also froze, like a dome of crystal before bursting apart in smithereens releasing a white mist that dissipated ever so quickly, the sound it released bombarded the ears of everyone present in tens of miles.
He didn't know if Christa directed it away from orphanage or not but none of the children were injured while the escorts were lacerated in wounds.
"Christa. Are you really not listening to her Majesty's commands?" Frank's polite facade was destroyed along with the earlier burst, now his face only contained anger and a smidgeon of fear.
"First of all, this is my first and last warning to you, don't you dare call me by my name. Secondly, I have never responded to Lina's command. It depends upon me whether I want to listen to her or not. Clearly, you haven't been sent here by Lina, she knows me well enough to know I don't listen to weak things." Christa's voice was cold as a dead man's nose, it penetrated into the very soul of everyone's present.
Frank frantically searched for a solution, after some seconds he said, "that's just a conjecture on your part, according to the contract you can be called in one more time whenever her Majesty wants. What if she is really calling you and you don't respond, you know it's going to be hard for you to live in this country."
"Is that so?" Christa looked like she was about to burst, but something was stopping her.
"If I may speak." The boy who came alongside Frank unexpectedly spoke, his manners radiated nobility and disdain.
"Feig, it isn't your turn to speak." Frank looked at Feig.
"Father, I have a way to end this argument in a peaceful manner."
"Oh, how is it?" Seeing Christa not saying anything, Frank asked Feig.
"I can see there are many children here before I came here, I even saw some kids practicing martial arts. How about a duel to finish this argument." He stepped forward, eyes darting around to look for anyone who would reply to his challenge. It worked, some children, especially those who thought they were strong likewise came forward.
Raising his head, Frank looked at Christa. His face couldn't hide the praise for his talented son.
"So what about it 'Miss Christa', my child against your children. If my son lost against any of your three chosen children one-on-one, I will back up and report to her majesty that the reason for your absence is due to my poor attitude. However, if my son won you have to follow me back."
Leis eyed Christa, earlier, from the display of prowess and Frank's attitude he knew Christa was definitely powerful, but her silence perplexed him. And what was that about the contract? He concluded there was something binding her, maybe she can't use her powers to harm certain people? One thing was certain, she also wanted to finish this peacefully. By her displayed attitude, he knew what her reply to Frank's question will be.
"I accept," turning around Christa faced the children and continue, "if any of you are willing, come forward."
Instantly, some children came to her, eager to prove themselves. Even though Christa was cold, she was nonetheless a good mentor, her popularity between children was highest among all nuns.
"Head Sister, let me go." The kid was known as Rail, a 10-year-old, he was one of the strongest and skilled here. Well, at least by orphanage standard.
Standing apart ten feet, Rail and Feig eyed each other.
"Start!" One of the escorts yelled.
Instantly, Rail sprinted towards Feig with a yell and tried to punch.
Dodging the punch easily, Fieg kicked Rail on the back.
The momentum flung Rail forward but he regained footing.
Pivoting, Rail side-stepped the incoming jab but it still bushed his chin, a trail of blood followed.
The punch was hard, it shook Rail's consciousness.
Fieg retaliated quickly, swinging a kick to the temple and the match was done.
"Karklin, take him in," Christa spoke, Rail was already unconscious.
A smile appeared on Frank's face.
After observing the fight, Leis came to a conclusion: Feig was well trained. His actions were natural, the muscle memory trained from repeating an action over and over embedded in his every move, that along with his remarkable power, he definitely was fed with some body-strengthening pills.