She brows were slightly furrowed, her puzzled gaze cast toward the Titan in front of her, urgently wanting to know the answer.
“Brave enough to wield a sword against the Black Tide, surviving dozens of wounds without dying, he is indeed a rare warrior.
But…
courage is commendable, yet it is not omnipotent.
He has no traces of training on his body; he relied entirely on a burst of blood courage and Golden Blood to last until the end of the battle.
Your water flow can clear the pollution of the Black Tide, but it does not possess the ability to heal; on the contrary, it aggravated his injuries during treatment.
Even with the help of Golden Blood, this kind of overdraw and damage is still too serious for an ordinary person.” Nikador lowered its gaze, quietly watching the weak Gwyn.
“What is the price?
Shortened life?
Or weakness?” Upon suddenly hearing Nikador say that he should care about himself, Gwyn’s heart skipped a beat.
However, after hearing the reason, his mood immediately calmed down, and he asked with a calm gaze.
Given his condition, had he been in a different situation, he would likely have unlocked his genetic potential under life-or-death pressure, only to perish in battle from the backlash.
Being able to walk before Nikador alive now is entirely thanks to Hysilens’s assistance and the enhancements brought by the Golden Blood.
Seemingly influenced by Gwyn’s unwavering, steady words, the tension on Hysilens’s face gradually faded, though she still stared at Nikador with nervous eyes, unsure of what answer this Titan would give.
“Both.” Seeing that Gwyn remained composed and was not alarmed by the potential serious consequences, Nikador looked at him with a bit more appreciation, though his voice remained devoid of much inflection— “The events prior have left you severely debilitated.
Even though the Golden Blood allowed you to survive, it has reached its limit.
Even after recovering from your injuries, you will remain perpetually weak, unable to become a warrior fit for the battlefield, and your lifespan will be drastically shortened.” “…Thank you for informing me.” Upon hearing Nikador’s answer, Gwyn’s eyes flickered slightly.
Feeling the sudden increase in pressure from Hysilens’s grip, his expression remained unchanged as he thanked Nikador.
“This is a reward for your bravery.” Nikador shook his head and said calmly, though his gaze towards Gwyn held a hint of regret.
While the Hanging Blade people are indeed valiant, it is rare to find those who possess extraordinary foresight and wisdom alongside their valor.
Had Gwyn not been so severely debilitated, he would have very much liked to see him at the Hanging Blade Festival.
Perhaps then, this city-state that follows him could move in a different direction.
Gwyn did not dwell on this topic, instead turning to face the oppressive gaze coming from beside him.
The moment he met Hysilens’s gaze, Gwyn had the sensation of being swallowed by the deep sea, almost suffocating him.
Gwyn pinched his palm hard with his other hand, relying on the pain to break free from that suffocating feeling, and managed to force a pale smile, “Rest assured, I am fine.” “…” Hysilens did not speak, but watching Gwyn’s pale smile, her eyes flickered slightly, and that suffocating pressure lessened significantly.
“You just said that Helicula obtained the Authority of the Ocean while repairing the cup of overflow, is that correct?” Gwyn tightened his grip on Hysilens’s hand and looked up at the towering Titan.
“Correct.
Even without the support of a spark, her own power is sufficient to contain the Authority of the Ocean.” Nikador nodded, giving an affirmative answer.
“In that case…
could I ask you to teach her how to develop this power derived from the Titan?
In return, I will ask her to use this power to help you better cleanse the filth contaminated after battling the Black Tide.” Gwyn nodded slowly, his gaze steady and focused as he looked at Nikador, slowly putting forward his idea.
“Oh?” The divine light on Nikador’s body suddenly became intense, and his voice rose a notch— “Do you think I would be polluted by the Black Tide?” His divine might was imposing, as if interpreting the dissatisfaction and fury in the heart of this god of the Strife.
“Perhaps you will, perhaps you won’t, but regardless, we must be prepared in advance.
You are the sharpest spear of Amphoreus, the greatest protector; you cannot afford even the slightest mishap.” “…Useless concerns…” Nikador stared at Gwyn for a moment, then shook his head lightly.
Reason told him that Gwyn was worrying needlessly; he was not Fagina and was far from being that fragile.
But his intuition kept warning him that the Black Tide was by no means an enemy that could be easily dealt with.
It came from beyond the sky and overflowed from the seabed, and would become a catastrophe that would destroy all of Amphoreus!
Nikador should not have paid any heed to this transaction, which seemed like a joke to Gwyn, but the constant warnings from deep within his soul compelled him to look at Hysilens— “Helicula, the last kin of Fagina, what is your take?” “I…
am willing.” Hysilens looked at Gwyn, then at Nikador, avoiding making a choice this time.
“Hahaha…” Hearing this, Nikador burst into loud laughter, the robust sound echoing throughout the magnificent temple, making one’s ears ache— “Very well.
As a reward for those who battle the Black Tide, I will teach you how to exercise the divine power within you.
If you wish, you may also join the army in battle.” Even though his ears ached from Nikador’s laughter, Gwyn’s eyes lit up after hearing Nikador’s words— Nikador had essentially agreed to his proposal and had granted even more freedom— He would teach Hysilens to exercise divine power, but not as a transaction; rather, as a reward for her valor and resilience.
As for cleansing the filth of the Black Tide for him, whether she did it or not was entirely up to Hysilens’s own mood; it would be fine even if she left the Hanging Blade City immediately after learning how to use the divine power.
“Your generosity is deeply impressive.” Gwyn praised him sincerely; at least this magnanimity was worthy of the name of a god.
“Boring praise is unnecessary.
Anything else you want to say, say it all now.” Nikador’s laughter subsided as he looked at Gwyn.
He could see that while this man was also a warrior, he seemed to also enjoy using his brain.
“Since you allow Hysilens to join the army in battle, does she then possess all the rights that all Hanging Blade people have?” Gwyn, hearing this, no longer stood on ceremony and asked directly.
“Naturally, the gates of the Hanging Blade City are always open to brave warriors.” “That is good.” Gwyn nodded, his gaze steady, having made a decision in his heart.
“It seems you have already made some decision?” Nikador developed a different kind of interest in Gwyn’s gaze— He was not unfamiliar with that gaze; it was the look of someone who had made up their mind, just like that young man who had taken his own life for his homeland.
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”