"In addition to not being bound by life expectancy, the other key characteristic of a legendary expert is in his domain."
At this point, Bernal seemed to understand something. He looked at Victor and waited for him to explain further.
"Like I've mentioned just now. Modifying the terrain and changing the forms of creatures can also be achieved once you reach the Legendary stage."
Victor led the horse in front, offering Bernal some common knowledge he never knew before.
"Another reason the legendary stage are called demigods is that they can control the creatures and environment in their own domains."
At this point, Victor paused and added, "To be precise, they can control everything in the domain."
Control everything in the domain?
Bernal was shocked.
What was the difference between this and God?
So there was actually such a terrifying existence in this world?
While he was shocked, Bernal became more interested in these things that he had never heard before.
"Then, what are the known legendary stages?"
"Not a single one."
"Eh?"
It was an unexpected answer. Bernal looked at Victor in surprise, wondering what he meant.
As if he expected Bernal to have such a reaction, Victor continued to explain.
"There was a huge battle in the past where all the legends died."
Looking up, Victor tried to respond to everything he knew.
"The records of that period of history are limited, and only some general information is available. No one knows more details. All we know is that the battle concerned the survival of the entire world."
"So that's how it is. Can't anyone in this world become a legend after that?"
"No, the strongest person currently is only at the ninth level."
What? No legends until now? What could be the reason for this?
Bernal was curious. He asked, "Do you know why no legends appeared ever since?"
"It seems that after that battle, many cultivation methods and knowledge were gone with the deaths. They did not pass down their knowledge. So, it's not that no one wanted to advance. It's just that no one knew how to advance into the legendary stage."
"I see." Bernal looked thoughtful. Victor had said as much as he had expected.
"Then what level is my father at?"
Hearing Bernal asking about Margrave Moss, Victor did not have any other reaction, as if Margrave Moss was an ordinary passerby.
"Stage nine."
The answer was within Bernal's expectations.
As the guardian of the country's border, Margrave Moss must be powerful to resist external enemies.
"So that means we're considered powerful?"
"No, the Liluca Kingdom is the weakest of the human kingdoms."
"Why is that? Is it because there are very few people at level nine in the Liluca Kingdom?"
Victor nodded and said calmly, "This is one of the reasons. The Liluka Kingdom has the fewest number of experts of the ninth rank.
In addition, compared to the other two human countries, the Liluca Kingdom is like a pool of stagnant water without any development. "
"Then why hasn't the kingdom of Liluca been destroyed yet?"
"It's because of the will of our people in Liluca and… a divine artifact."
"A divine artifact?"
"Yes, but that's only a legend. No one knows if it's real."
Victor did not know much about the artifact.
It was the country's secret for survival. It was normal that Victor, the captain of a knight squad, could not know so much.
"However, from the fact that the Liluca Kingdom is still safe and sound, the rumor of this artifact is probably true."
Bernal nodded in agreement.
"I see."
But was that really the case?
Even if the story was real, no one had seen the divine artifact for so many years.
Even if it did exist, no one knew whether it could still be used.
This news served as a wake-up call for Bernal. He did not expect the situation in the Liluca Kingdom to be so awkward.
He had reasons to believe that spies and emissaries from other countries must have visited the Kingdom of Liluka often over the years.
They must have come to confirm the authenticity of this rumor and the legitimacy of the divine artifact.
It would be fine if the divine artifact was confirmed to exist.
If it was not true, then war was imminent.
When the time came, the first to be affected would be this frontier district.
A sense of crisis welled up in his heart, and a sense of urgency grew.
While Bernal was thinking, Victor's voice sounded again.
"Young Master, I suggest that you return first. The margrave and the countess are still waiting for you. If you take any longer, it'll be late into the night. By that time, it will be impossible to explain how we were able to return safely."
The monster forest was much more dangerous at night. As the night deepened, the danger level would only continue to increase with time.
Once the latter half of the night began, no one below the seventh level could come out alive.
Not to mention that Victor was only a level-five knight before the transformation.
"I understand."
Bernal nodded and agreed to Victor's suggestion.
"I'll leave the explanation of this person to you then."
Bernal was naturally referring to his new maid, Alia.
If Victor and the others only brought Bernal back, it was not a big deal.
However, if he were to bring a stranger back, there would definitely be a lot of questioning.
"Don't worry, Young Master. I won't disappoint you."
Victor's voice was calm as if nothing could make him react.
The current Victor was an emotionless machine.
If it were Bernal before he formed the contract with Rogeria, he would never have done this to Victor.
Now, however, Bernal was satisfied with such an obedient servant.
"Master, am I leaving you?"
Hearing the men's conversation, Alia suddenly spoke.
Although she did not fully understand the current situation, she could feel the connection between her and Bernal.
She felt like Bernal was her own kind.
It made her feel at ease and close to him.
She didn't want to be separated from Bernal if she could.
"Don't worry. Victor will handle it."
Victor had been with Margrave Moss for many years and was an old veteran by the margrave's side.
Bernal believed that he had a way to explain Alia's existence.
After hearing Bernal's promise, Alia looked at Victor, who was as expressionless as ever, looking forward.