During the new year, I traveled southward, enjoying the warmth of spring and blooming flowers … That would be the truth if I had to beat my brains out.
Whenever I went to a new area, I would find that there was either a war going on, or they were preparing for war. They would either be gathering their armies for defense, or they had already sent out all their forces.
A new year after the demon wave's eruption came the news that the entire world was engulfed in the flames of war.
Large-scale dimensional invasions were happening, and Demon Lords had finished gathering. Every news source was about war, and the Holy Church was exhausted.
Yet, I was on vacation …
Yep, I had indeed searched everywhere for traces of Cavendish, but I couldn't find any better clues. No matter if it was the thieves' guild, the adventurer's guild, or even the fairies that were everywhere, they were unable to provide me with the most direct information.
I even tried to make a deal with the dark cultists. They communicated with the Demon Lords and Evil Gods, but all I learned was that Cavendish and his trusted aides had mysteriously disappeared.
Since I was traveling with my "sister-in-law," I wasn't as free as before. At the very least, I had to prepare a comfortable carriage for the pregnant lady.
Of course, her physical appearance wasn't that obvious, and it didn't affect her movements. She even insisted on riding her own horse … But in the end, I succeeded in making her lie down in the carriage.
On a moonless night, I achieved my goal and dissected her …
Cough, at the very least, she didn't discover anything the next morning, so let's pretend that this never happened.
Her bloodline was normal, and the tiny amount of divine power was negligible.
Her physical body was normal, and her muscle strength and internal organs were acceptable.
Her reproductive status was good, and her fetus was normal. She was expected to give birth in nine months … Since I had already dissected her, I might as well do an examination. I was far more skilled than those doctors.
Her soul … Currently, I hadn't found anything special about her. If I wanted to dissect her and examine her further, it would be quite difficult to restore her.
For now, my final conclusion was that she was nothing more than an ordinary Divine Bloodline.
She was nothing more than someone with great willpower, some talent, courage, and good luck. She was completely different from those "geniuses" who were blessed by the heavens and had everything go according to their wishes.
As for her reincarnation as a God or demon, I didn't discover any other soul divinity apart from Sylvan. She was a rather unique descendant of a Divine Bloodline.
"If I had to force myself, she's just an ordinary hardworking person. Did I really make a mistake this time?"
Since I had no confidence in restoring her after dissecting her, I could only helplessly carry her around.
However, after spending some time with her, my impression of her had greatly improved.
At first, I thought that this girl was another silly girl who had been tricked by Cavendish. She had big breasts and no brains. She had some strength, but her EQ and IQ were lacking. However, she gradually used her words and actions to reshape my impression of her.
"I personally believe that the true value of a God's existence is to guide people to do good. At the very least, compared to empty moral preaching, the nobles' final concern of having no Divine Kingdoms willing to accept them after death will always be the lowest moral limit."
As a saintess, her understanding of religion was rare.
"Perhaps you've misunderstood the teachings of lightning and swords. Our Lord ascended to godhood with his swordsmanship. He was a pure swordsman. He had always taught us to work hard in cultivation, to be self-reliant, and to use a healthy body to carry a healthy soul."
Wow, he's really a religious person, actually preaching to me.
"I've read your works. Many of your views have touched me deeply. I've known you for a long time, and I've always wanted to meet you. I didn't expect that when we really met, it would be like this …"
Leona gently rubbed her stomach with a sad expression. However, I was hesitating …
"Aren't you going to ask your fan which book she's reading when you meet her?"
"That's too scary. I don't dare to ask."
I was rendered speechless by Harloys' comment. I had written far too many random things, so I didn't dare to ask.
It would have been fine if it had been a normal book about pure Holy Light religion, Hades, or the power of judgment. It would have been fine if it had been a reference book about "gold robbers". However, if it had been an 18: 00 story about chivalry or swordsman … I thought back to that female-focused harem that I had written to scam royalties, as well as the male protagonist who had all sorts of miraculous adventures and romantic encounters. I decided to just let those stories be buried in my dark history.
Not only that, she had her own opinions on military and politics. She could even talk about the situation in Eich. That was quite impressive.
This wasn't like Earth, where information was abundant. She had to actively gather information. Being able to casually talk about such things meant that she was paying attention to them.
It was truly difficult for her to be able to do this under the dual restrictions of being a religious person and a woman.
That was why I was rather curious as to how she had been conquered by Cavendish in just one short month …
Don't tell me that you fell in love at first sight. You're just a wily old fox. Why are you pretending to be pure? You're already at the grandmaster-level. After several decades of experience, I've seen all sorts of men. I've seen plenty of playboys with silver tongues.
"… Swordsmanship."
My insinuations only resulted in such an answer.
"My master's personal experience says that the sword is like the person. Swordsmanship comes from the heart. The sword is straight, and the heart is straight …"
And then, I more or less understood. She was yet another person who had been scammed by her father … er, her father scammed her. It was enough to hear such chicken soup for life. There was no point in saying things like "the sword is like the person" or "words are like the person".
Wasn't Qin Hui the creator of the famous calligrapher Song style? Couldn't those bastards who committed murder and arson become Sword Saints?
Leona became rather annoyed when she saw that I didn't care at all.
She forced me to spar with her. Originally, I was just playing around, but I discovered that my opponent's swordsmanship was truly excellent. She had been a Sword Saint for at least seven or eight years.
And so, I became slightly more serious as well.
When considering Leona's current condition, it would be too much to use physical strength to bully her. I only showed her pure swordsmanship and stopped there.
Even so, Leona's sword was sent flying in twenty-three seconds … and this was the result of me going easy on her. If I had been serious, three sword strikes would have been more than enough.
Leona found this result rather unbelievable. She had an expression of astonishment as she gripped her sword.
When I proudly looked at Leona and was about to give her "junior" some pointers, Leona suddenly sighed.
"… Your Highness Roland, you probably don't have any luck with women. Normal people definitely wouldn't be able to tolerate your personality. "
"Pfft! Well said … Ahhh, Roland, you're just taking out your anger on me! I'll be back! "
I instantly tossed away the silly cat who was snickering on my head. Her screams still lingered in the air.
Wasn't this basically cursing me? However, it would be far too ungentlemanly of me to argue about this with a junior.
"I'm not angry, I'm not angry …"
I did my best to take a deep breath and then force a smile. However, Leona seemed to have seen something terrifying as she was so frightened that she took two steps back.
But soon, she calmed down and explained.
"Judging from the personality displayed in his swordsmanship, Ron … Cavendish is the complete opposite of you. Although your swordsmanship is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, there are actually two other people in the world who have such swordsmanship. I wonder how it compares to the Red Lotus Sword Saint and the Dancing Phoenix Sword Saint …"
"Cough, cough."
Leona's face flushed red when she talked about swordsmanship. She had an excited expression as if she was a young girl in love. She talked endlessly.
I coughed lightly and finally brought her back to her senses.
"I'm sorry … that bastard's swordsmanship feels like … like the starry sky. You'll never know what he's thinking or where his swordsmanship came from. However, his swordsmanship has its own system. It's completely natural and pure. It's even purer and more dazzling than the endless starry sky …"
"Cough, cough."
I was now certain that this girl wasn't a fan of mine. She was a fan of Cavendish.
"I'm sorry … perhaps you won't believe me, but I can indeed sense that person's personality from his swordsmanship. Although that bastard lied to me, he's a sincere person. His sword and heart are both pure. As long as he wants to do something, he'll do it. Nothing can stop him. He loves this world more than anyone else. His purity and sensibility are really attractive … "
"Cough, cough."
I was doing my best to bring back my senses as a fan. It was no wonder that Leona would fall into a fan mode. If she kept coughing like this, I would need some throat candy.
"… His swordsmanship comes from his instincts and his heart. It's a display of his nature. Your swordsmanship … your swordsmanship is purely man-made."
Leona sunk into a confused state as she spoke. However, her previous flush was different from that of a young girl in love. Now, she was filled with undisguised disgust.
"Every sword attack is based on basic swordsmanship. Every sword attack is restricted by countless rules. Every sword attack is calculated. Aren't you tired?"
"Hahahaha!"
I turned around and then kicked the silly cat, who had returned at some point and was now rolling on the ground.
"Although the basics of swordsmanship are to see through the enemy's weaknesses and use their strengths to counter their weaknesses, you're probably the only person in the world who can do this. You perfectly follow the rules and perfectly force your opponent to make mistakes. You're so perfect that it's nauseating … "
Leona's mouth really did twitch twice. It seemed that she really wanted to vomit.
I understood now. Leona was truly a sword maniac … She actually vomited. This was probably morning sickness. It had nothing to do with me!
I wasn't angry at all, really. However, I wasn't satisfied with her next explanation … Let's just dissect her.
"The sword is like the person. With such swordsmanship, you must be incredibly self-centered. You're so self-centered that you ignore all existing rules in the world. You're so arrogant that you're willing to follow the rules that you set. You're so stubborn that you believe that the world should operate according to your rules. You're just like, just like …"
"A tyrant."
"Yes, a tyrant! That's it. A natural-born tyrant. You rule with extreme arrogance. You're so self-centered. How can any normal woman tolerate such a personality? "
I glanced at the silly cat by my feet. She was currently holding up a "10 points" sign. She seemed to be quite satisfied with Leona's evaluation …
My mouth was twitching. Why did it sound like Cavendish was on the side of justice, while I was the villain?
"I'm clearly a good person …"
My muttering was so low that even I didn't believe it.
"Actually, it's quite accurate. If you and Cavendish switched places back in the day, and he became a Holy Knight, while you fought against demons, perhaps it would be Abyss Prince Roland and the strongest Holy Knight, Cavendish. And, you'd probably be even more outstanding, wouldn't you? The sly and vicious Demon Lord and the sunny and sunny Son of Holy Light …"
The silly cat unhesitatingly added insult to injury. 'I didn't owe you cat food, did I …'
"… But, such hypotheticals are meaningless to begin with. Personality is personality, and standpoint is standpoint. Do you regret standing here right now?"
Perhaps I would feel sad when looking back at the past, but regret? Every step I took was by myself, and I gave it my all. What was there to regret?
Regret? What a joke.
"If you ask Cavendish this question, he'll probably say the same thing. Since you don't regret it, then what's the point of worrying about such things?"
I nodded, but then shook my head.
"… He hasn't evolved to the point where he knows what regret is. But right now, I really hope that he will regret it. "
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