Chapter 129: Happy Alone (1)

Chapter 129: Happy Alone (1)

Shiron counted the gleaming eyes in the darkness. Without needing to expand his senses, the number of opponents was too many to count on one hand.

A one-versus-many standoff.

It would have been fine if that was all, but Shiron also had a target to protect.

Clearly, this was a disadvantageous situation for Shiron, yet he didnt lose his composure. He leisurely drew his sword, and even in positioning himself between Victor and the assassins, he was slow.

If it were Lucia, she would have razed the building in an instant, but Shiron couldnt do that. However, he also had no intention of leaving his escort target to die without doing anything.

The best I can do.

That was to take the most appropriate action at the right time.

The moment he organized his thoughts,

beyond there, the gleaming eyes in the darkness started to converge. Flickering green flames. A sticky wave swept through the building once.

A premonition of something imminent.

Whats that?

The moment he wondered this, he raised his hand and pulled out a shield.

Kwaaaa

The green flames filled the corridor, rushing towards him. A flame emitting a blinding light, but the wave that seemed to burn everything was blocked by his outstretched arm.

[Heseds Shield]

It could block most long-range attacks and had overwhelming performance, but it had the downside of consuming the users mana arbitrarily, without their will.

But, this didnt matter much to Shiron. Mana was never something he could use at will, and the unused mana would just remain.

Victor witnessed this scene right before his eyes. The guards specially trained by His Majesty were taken down without a chance to react.

Assassin?

Was it because he faced a life-threatening crisis? Victor felt a heavy stone on his chest, making it hard to breathe, and the intense heat made breathing difficult.

However, even in such a situation, Victor did not forget his goal.

Survive and become the emperor.

To do that, Victor held his breath and crouched. He had a clear expectation that Shiron, who was still comfortably countering the attacks, would have some plan.

So, he concluded that the best thing to do, as always, was to follow Shirons instructions.

Why arent they coming in?

Muttering softly, Shiron took out a small bottle from his pocket and tossed it back.

[Failed Product that Almost Became an Invisibility Potion]

Hey.

Yeah.

Drink that and stay still. If you move rashly, youll die.

Got it.

Victors response was immediate. As expected, Shiron had a plan. He swallowed the contents of the potion without even asking what its effects were.Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

1 second, 2 seconds Without taking his eyes off the flames, Shiron counted.

As time passed, the faint presence behind him grew dimmer. He didnt look back. There was nothing to see even if he did.

Done.

Feeling the illusion of the escort target disappearing, Shiron dispelled the flames.

Shirons surroundings were tainted with a peculiar energy.

The flames didnt reach Shiron, but the areas where the flames touched were blackened. However, this wasnt due to being charred by heat.

A peculiar energy.

The space was rotting away. An acrid, cursed aura prickled up from all around.

Chik-

Shiron stepped forward. Chiiik- His shoe covered in soot screamed. Shiron glared ahead, overlaying holy power on his foot.

I never thought



Siriel turned her head away.

I want to become stronger than Lucia. To become someone special to my brother.

The reason for wanting to become stronger was simple, but not easy to express. Because the moment she said it, there was a chance Siriel would appear to be consumed by jealousy and inferiority.

Siriel had seen Seira in the future and had become a precious second person to the Forgotten Magician, but she wasnt yet close enough to share such deep-seated thoughts.

So, Siriel decided to speak in a roundabout way.

I want to protect my brother.

Oh my.

Seira covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes widening.

A love story?

Seira looked at Siriel intently, wide-eyed.

Her face slightly flushed like white jade, fingers fidgeting, unable to stay still!

Feeling the freshness of young love, Seira leaned even further forward.

Last time, Seira, you said my brother would remember you.

Thats right.

And you said hes the current great hero.

Yes, yes.

Seira nodded her head, her heart fluttering with the tingling sensation of listening to the love troubles of youthful passion.

But honestly, my brother doesnt look like a hero at all.

Hmm?

But the words that followed seemed unrelated to matters of the heart.

Siriel continued, oblivious to Seiras reaction.

At the last coming-of-age ceremony, I watched my brother fight. His opponent was strong, but clearly two levels below not only Lucia but also me.

Uh

Moreover, my brother cant use mana. He cant use protective energy or mana, so how can he fulfill the duties of a hero? Thats absurd. You were a companion of the previous hero, Kyrie, so you should understand, right?

Right?

Suddenly, Seira noticed a spark in Siriels eyes. She flinched at the sudden shift in the atmosphere.

However, this slight reaction did not deter Siriel. The silver-haired girl continued, gaining momentum as she spoke.

Kyries sword aura was so massive and powerful it could intimidate gods and devils, correct?

It was indeed impressive.

But my brother can only wield a holy sword at best. How is he supposed to handle the heros responsibilities? I dont mean to undermine my brother, nor do I wish to arrogantly obstruct his path but isnt it natural to desire the strength to easily remove any threats before they can harm him?

And in the future, my brother will be involved with many women.

There were already numerous rivals currently, but in her dreams, she saw many unfamiliar women. Hence, her prophetic ability filled the young girl with anxiety.

Siriel reflected on the future she had seen in her dreams.

Excluding Victor, the women around him were all exceptionally strong. Whether their relationships are friendly or hostile, its difficult to say, but I want to be the best among them. I want to be the only one my brother notices.

Its good to have high aspirations.

Seira wiped the cold sweat from her cheek.

It felt as though she had peered into an abyss she shouldnt have. She had a hunch from the beginning, but the depth and weight of the feelings Siriel harbored for Shiron were indescribably profound.

Then, the spark turned towards Seira.

Including you.

Me?

Seira pointed at herself with a finger.

Siriel narrowed her eyes and nodded.