“The strongest?
Could it be that Divine Dragon with bad eyesight?”
Carlisle shook his head and said solemnly, “No, it’s the Sword Saint.
To be precise, it’s the current Sword Saint—Reinhard van Astrea.”
Felt was stunned.
“But what does dealing with the Bowel Hunter and my Royal Selection problem have to do with the Sword Saint?”
“I want to ask her to be your knight.”
“Hey!
Didn’t you say you’d protect me?
Why are you immediately throwing me to someone else?”
Carlisle said apologetically, “Felt, I’m not throwing you to someone else.
The Sword Saint is the strongest knight in the kingdom, and perhaps the strongest in this world.
Her strength and reputation can provide you with the best protection.
This is the least I can do for you right now.”
Old Man Rom stood to the side, his brows slightly furrowed, his tone worried.
“Wait a minute!
Carlisle… asking the Sword Saint to be Felt’s knight, isn’t that a bit… too much?”
Carlisle shook his head.
“No, Old Man Rom.
This is the only thing I can do for Felt right now.
The Sword Saint’s strength and character are impeccable.
She will definitely protect Felt.”
“Even though I know you mean well, I’m still a little annoyed.
You always talk to yourself like this.”
Her tone carried a hint of complaint, but her gaze softened.
She knew Carlisle was doing it for her own good, but there was still some reluctance and unwillingness in her heart.
“Felt… thank you.”
“Alright, we’ve known each other for so long, and this is the first time I’ve seen you so emotional.
It’s a bit cringey.”
Carlisle listened to Felt’s teasing, smiled helplessly, and then said, “Then let’s go.” He raised his hand, and a faint magical glow flickered at his fingertips.
“I’ll use magic to travel.
Don’t panic, it’s not dangerous at all.”
“El Mrak.”
As the incantation fell, Carlisle’s magical aura surged, and an invisible force enveloped everyone.
Everyone was surprised to find themselves lifted off the ground, their bodies slowly floating upward, and even the ice sculpture sealing Elsa ascended with them.
“This is Yin attribute gravity magic, which can be used for flight.” Carlisle’s voice was calm, as if explaining the most ordinary thing. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
“I’ve already formed a protective circle with mana.
Even when flying at high speed and high altitude, you won’t feel cold, only a slight sense of weightlessness.”
Subaru mumbled softly to the side, “A bit too considerate, isn’t it…”
Carlisle smiled slightly.
“Then we’re ready to go.
To the Royal Capital’s Knights Order headquarters.”
As his words fell, everyone’s bodies seemed to be pushed by an invisible force, instantly transforming into a streak of light that shot across the sky toward the Royal Capital.
Subaru felt the wind rushing past her, and a sense of novelty and excitement rose in her heart.
She looked down at the rapidly passing scenery beneath her feet and couldn’t help but think, “What a new experience… I know I’m flying at high speed through the sky, but it’s more stable than flying in a plane.
It’s like watching a VR movie.”
Her gaze flickered slightly.
“It’s so high… So, doing this should be forgivable, right?”
Her fingers moved lightly, then slowly approached Carlisle, gently taking his hand.
Carlisle noticed her movement and turned his head.
“Don’t worry, Subaru.
I’m very skilled with this magic.
I definitely won’t let you fall.”
“Mm, I know.”
However, she had no intention of letting go, instead holding on a little tighter.
Carlisle didn’t say much either, just gently squeezed her hand back.
Felt stood to the side, watching the two interact, and mumbled softly, “Seriously… these two.”
About fifteen minutes later, everyone found themselves in a huge plaza.
Carlisle controlled the magic, allowing everyone to slowly descend.
He whispered, “I just contacted her using the Blessing of Telepathy.
She’ll be here soon.”
Felt asked, “Is that how you told me to close my eyes the first time you killed the Bowel Hunter?”
“Exactly.”
“Then why didn’t you use that ability to ask that Sword Saint to come find us?”
Carlisle shook his head and explained, “The range of the Blessing of Telepathy I was granted is only a few dozen meters around me, or within my line of sight.
I could contact her because she was also granted the Blessing of Telepathy.
When this ability is activated, it’s like a thread.
One thread can’t find someone too far away, but it can find another thread.
And her thread is much longer than mine.”
“How many Blessings do you have, you annoying guy?”
“I’ve been granted five Blessings.”
“Eh?
You’re just telling me directly like that?”
“Haven’t I told you before?”
“Of course not!
Aren’t you afraid I’ll sell this information?”
“I trust you.”
“Scumbag…”
“Did I say something wrong again?”
Felt turned her head away, blushing.
“Go figure it out yourself!”
She muttered to herself, “When will this guy realize how destructive his mouth is when paired with that face…”
Emilia noticed something.
Her gaze was drawn to a rapidly moving figure in the sky.
Her pupils constricted slightly, and her voice held surprise and doubt.
A figure was running rapidly through the sky, stepping on the air, her movements light and elegant, as if the sky itself was her stage.
Then Emilia realized that the figure was heading straight toward them.
“Is that… a person?”
The others also noticed this scene, their gazes turning toward the sky.
The figure descended rapidly from high altitude, her movements fluid and perfect, landing steadily in front of everyone.
“So beautiful…”
This was Subaru’s first reaction upon seeing that person.
The newcomer was a young woman in a knight’s uniform, with fiery red hair like burning flames and blue eyes like the deep ocean.
Her face was perfectly sculpted, and simply standing there, her posture was like a perfect painting.
The noble and awe-inspiring aura emanating from her made Subaru feel a sense of inferiority well up in her heart.
“Yo, Carlisle, I heard your call and came.” Her gaze fell on Carlisle, and a faint smile played on her lips.
“My friend, is there anything I can do for you?”
Carlisle smiled slightly, his eyes filled with respect and gratitude.
“Reinhard, thank you for coming.”
Old Man Rom stood to the side, his heart filled with shock and complexity.
“Hair like flames, and that sword radiating terrifying pressure… Is it really the Sword Saint herself?”
Reinhard heard Old Man Rom’s whisper, turned her head, and said humbly and gently, “Are you Carlisle’s friends?
Emilia-sama is here too, so it seems I don’t need to introduce myself.
However… the title ‘Sword Saint’ is still too heavy for me.”
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