"Even if I give you the space crystal..."
Qishi propped his cheek on one hand and played with the crystal with the other.
"And where can you take it to trade?"
"For you to care!!!"
Eleazar looked at the saintly woman with an unkind gaze.
Sacred Gun finally became acutely aware of a bit of an off-kilter atmosphere in the room.
"Ahem! I have to go before..."
Stubbing out his cigarette, he quickly turned and walked away.
Then just as he closed the door to the room, Garn sensed another holy light boundary unfolding inside.
"This ..."
"What are they doing in there?"
Curious, Garn stood in front of a nearby window and lit another rolled cigarette, pretending to look at the view below in an attempt to be able to overhear the commotion inside.
Unfortunately, the scene inside wasn't as charming as he thought it would be.
Her Royal Highness, who shone brightly in front of the people, was currently being grabbed by a hand by the head and pressed hard into the crumbling holy light barrier.
Qishi angled his gaze back in some surprise, "Oh? Have you finally gotten your wings?"
The Legendary Magic Potion's changes were truly amazing, and with that massive Transcendent Activity backing him up, he was finally becoming a bit more fun to play with.
And it was then that Eleazar realized just how terrifying the Holy Maiden's strength was.
It's like going over a mountain that you've never reached before, and then tilting your head back and seeing the top of another mountain that's hidden in the clouds.
Even though the transcendental activity in his body had doubled, he still felt like he was plugging a volcano that was about to erupt with his hand.
Distracted for a moment, a pair of light wings snapped out in front of him, fanning him hard.
Before his body, flying in mid-air could regain its balance, a clean white toe stepped down again, stomping him hard into the ground.
The light-feathered room was filled with light roaming the Holy Maiden, raising the corners of her mouth as she heaved the humanoid figure, instantly covered in pitch-black armor, into the floor.
"BOOM!!!"
The knot of holy light covering the ground cracked all over, and a mouthful of blood that flared up into flames spewed out of Witcher as he slumped down on all fours.
After struggling for a moment and realizing how he couldn't move that foot, Eleazar lifted his gaze, his eyes rapidly darkening red for a split second.
"I know a tailor store over in Silver Pine Village and they sell pretty good safety pants."
Qishi's face remained unchanged, still full of light smiles, only the laughter in his eyes slowly disappeared.
"BOOM!!!"
Standing in the hallway all Garn heard was a loud bang, then the office door burst open and Witcher tumbled out.
Taken aback, Saint Guns weakly glanced at the pure white figure inside before rushing over to help Witcher up again.
"Why do you have to mess with Her Highness the Holy Maiden if you can't mess with anyone."
Eleazar covered his chest in severe pain, "Why are you giving her our loot?"
"Dude, I'm an acolyte..."
After a long time, Sister Freed came over to re-install the gate.
"Your Highness, that thing... Won't you give it to him?"
"There's no rush, just a few more days~"
"Your Highness, do you smell burning?"
Frid tilted her head and sniffed carefully.
"It looks like something's on fire!"
Qishi crosses his legs and rests on the edge of the table.
"Frid, you've been a bit lax lately, go back to the convent and hone your skills for a couple of days."
"Huh?"
...
Eleazar takes a locomotive with the well-informed Holy Gun and heads to a neighboring city to investigate a transcendent event.
In the dungeon of Knights Manor, Finnian looks at the dead three-headed cat on the tabletop in deep thought.
"Well, can't the consciousness of confrontation coexist in one body?"
"Next time try twinned sibling fetuses..."
Taking the once more dead experiment to the fireplace, he skillfully destroyed the corpse.
"Well, the accumulated dust needs to be cleaned up."
"And the experimental subjects are going to have to be purchased some more as well."
He looked at the empty cages stacked as high as a hill next to him.
...
"Those two witches are getting cocky!"
The monthly meeting was held as usual in the harbor of Titus, the mansion of Grand Lord Haman.
The butler flipped through the report and read it quickly:
"Hand over, loot, hand over, loot, loot, loot, loot, loot..."
"We've been robbed of five more shipments this month!!!"
"The bounty won't help at all, I propose to go to Loran and bring in an expert!"
"No way!!!"
A man with a golden cloak draped over his shoulders stood up.
"Isn't this an announcement to the outside world that our family is lethargic and incompetent!"
The butler looked at him, his face first surprised, then mocking, "And how exactly are we going to solve this nuisance, Your Honorable Highness Byron?"
Byron said in a steady voice, "Give me a little more time and I'll have those two witches vanquished in no time!"
Only the steward's words were still hard to hear, "Your Highness, this is the third time you've gone on a crusade against the witches, each time you set off with a huge pile of supplies, but in the end, only people came back..."
"I don't mean to be rude, it's just that the results of these actions of yours are puzzling."
"I've heard that the Crimson Witch is full of irresistible seductive power, I wonder if you, Your Highness, have been bewitched by that witch?"
Byron immediately turned his head indifferently, "Mr. Eugene, please pay attention to your wording, you are just a butler of our family, slander without actual evidence is tantamount to slandering the family's reputation, and I can always ask the Lord of Lords to replace you."
In the other seats, the major scions of the family laughed at their elder brother's fight with the powerful steward.
At the head of the long table, the elderly Earth Knight propped up his crooked head as if he were drifting off to sleep.
...
In the jungle, sitting cross-legged on the castle, Fina carries a wine bag.
The landscape around them moved slowly, with banners up beside them, and looking down, the castle was flanked by uncountable cavalrymen arching on either side of the castle, all dressed in bone armor, riding magic horned goats, and wielding some of the rarest metal weapons this continent has to offer, moving slowly along with a rocky giant tortoise carrying a large structure on its back.
A witch wearing a golem helmet led the army.
Evelea looked at the warlock oddly, "Why are you so aggressive this time?"
"Let's see how you charm those males into fighting for you."
Fina burps.
"Also, can you stop moving all the time, I just got used to fishing for alligators in the swamp and you moved your quarters to the mountain wall to be neighbors with the hawks, I haven't even had a chance to teach those thieves a lesson yet, where are you going to go this time?"
"Can't leave without it..." Evelea bristled.
"We seem to have offended a great man, I heard that the master of the people is the Earth Knight Oh, Ruen along the east that area is all the territory of the people."
She glanced at a scribbled map, "Let's head west and hide for a bit until people forget about us before we find a suitable place to settle."
"Then it's best to find a place with a view of the sea..."
Fina looked away with a hazy gaze.