“Fine, seeing as your attitude in admitting your mistake is sincere enough, I’ll forgive you this time.”
Theresia waved her hand, feigning the air of a magnanimous adult, showing she wouldn’t hold it against Reinhard.
She then looked down at her hand; the apple she had been eating was finished, leaving only a bare core.
Without a second thought, she shoved the apple core directly into Reinhard’s hand.
“Help me throw this away, thanks. By the way, your trash disposal service here is excellent—five-star rating.”
“Uh… alright.”
Reinhard looked down at the saliva-covered apple core in his palm and fell silent for a second.
Then, he earnestly took out the cloth pouch he carried with him, carefully wrapped the apple core, and placed it inside.
As a knight of the kingdom, he couldn’t just litter.
It was a matter of principle.
“So where are you going now, Miss Theresia?”
Reinhard put away the pouch, looked up again, and asked Theresia.
“Shopping, why?”
Theresia lowered her gaze, looking at the bit of apple juice on her fair fingers, and couldn’t help but wipe them gently on her deep crimson pleated skirt, leaving a faint water stain on the hem.
She made a mental note to carry a handkerchief next time she ate an apple to wipe her hands.
“The capital hasn’t been peaceful lately. Outlaws occasionally appear in the alleys; someone was attacked in an alley just half a month ago.”
Reinhard offered this warning to the Theresia before him.
He couldn’t help but think of the black-haired boy named Natsuki Subaru from half a month ago.
When he was on patrol that day, he happened to hear muffled thuds and suppressed screams coming from an alley.
By the time he arrived, three thugs were surrounding a black-haired boy in the corner, punching and kicking him.
The three thugs didn’t know when to stop; the boy was beaten black and blue, huddled in the corner covering his head, a truly pathetic sight. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
If he hadn’t happened to pass by, the black-haired boy would likely have been in grave danger.
“Got it, thanks.”
Theresia waved her hand dismissively, her red hair swaying gently on her shoulders like a flame scattered by the wind.
Honestly, she was quite curious to see which blind fool would dare to come looking for trouble with her.
Since transmigrating to the Kingdom of Kararagi half a month ago and then traveling all the way to the Kingdom of Lugunica, she had encountered more bandit groups than she could count on both hands.
Every one of them saw her as a lone girl and thought they’d found an easy target.
To them, the prey looked like this.
A pretty red-haired girl walking alone on the road, without any guards.
In the minds of these bandits, this setup was synonymous with an easy mark.
Then, they realized they were wrong.
Wrong, and ridiculously so.
So wrong that they didn’t even have a chance to regret it.
Well…
those bandits were probably already on their way to being reincarnated.
After all, a lone, pretty girl is the creature you should least provoke, because the mere fact that she dares to travel alone proves she doesn’t need anyone’s protection.
Perhaps it was because she had inherited a max-level Sword Saint game account.
Theresia hadn’t just undergone changes in terms of strength; her mindset had also undergone some subtle and profound shifts.
Back when she was just an ordinary guy, she would walk around if she saw people fighting on the side of the road.
Now, when Theresia saw someone drawing a blade and rushing at her, her first reaction wasn’t danger, but indifference.
At worst, she could just physically eliminate them.
Theresia initially thought this change was wrong, but later she understood.
It wasn’t that she had become violent, but that after her strength reached a certain level, her criteria for judging danger had completely changed.
The elephant wouldn’t even see the ant.
When Theresia saw those bandits, that was exactly how she felt.
It wasn’t that she was afraid of them; it was that she simply couldn’t view them as a threat.
This mindset was probably the same as that of a certain veteran senior who transmigrated to another world, the Bone King.
While inheriting a max-level account, one’s soul and cognition would also be reshaped by the max-level data.
It’s not that you become cold-blooded; it’s that the perspective of someone standing on a mountain peak looking at the scenery at the foot of the mountain is different.
It’s just like walking down the road and seeing an ant blocking your path; you wouldn’t feel danger, you would just ignore the ant and step right over it.
If that ant insisted on climbing onto your shoe to bite you, you wouldn’t be angry; you’d just feel a bit annoyed and flick it off.
That was roughly the perspective Theresia had when looking at the world now.
You have to understand, when Theresia first transmigrated.
To figure out her true combat strength, she had once gone to the uninhabited region of Kararagi to conduct a strength test.
She found the highest mountain peak to use as a target and unleashed an ultimate sword technique, a strike of the Astrea Family.
With just the first strike, a mountain peak several thousand meters high was sliced in half at the waist.
Following the second strike, an entire small plain was forcibly blasted into a basin.
Now, that basin is filled with rainwater and has formed a lake.
And all of this was achieved without Theresia wearing any divine equipment, without wearing divine-grade fashion, and without using the +32 enhanced dragon sword.
It was just a casual test of an ultimate skill.
Really, it was just a test.
If she were truly fully armed and firing on all cylinders, she didn’t know where the upper limit of her power would be.