Chapter 177: Oaths from Hidden Races and Token
“It appears my earlier speculation was correct, Master.”
Upon hearing this, the frown on Leon’s forehead deepened; he didn’t understand what she meant at all.
“What do you mean? What speculation?” Leon asked, his tone confused, as he slowly sat back down.
Miranda, wearing an indifferent expression rarely seen on her face, turned her gaze toward Leon.
“Master, before I answer your question, may I ask you something?” Miranda inquired, deepening Leon’s confusion. Nevertheless, he nodded.
“Before I summoned you to the garden where we first met, did anything unusual happen to you?” Miranda asked, her expression serious.
Leon narrowed his eyes, recalling the events of last night.
Just before meeting Miranda, he had been in transcendent mode, attempting to maximize and strengthen his recently recovered hero power.
Shortly afterward, a searing pain overwhelmed him, as if thousands of swords were stabbing his heart, leading to a loss of consciousness.
Upon regaining awareness, he discovered himself in the very garden where he and Miranda had first encountered each other.
Snapping back from his contemplation, Leon took a small breath, his face still showing a horrified expression.
“If you’re asking if anything happened to me before meeting you, it was a pain that attacked my heart,” Leon replied, his voice trembling slightly.
The memory of that pain remained vivid, causing Leon to feel as though he were on the brink of death at that time.
As a result of this incident, he still harbored some anger toward Miranda, feeling she was accountable for it.
After all, given that the pain occurred before he fainted and met her, it seems logical to attribute it to her, doesn’t it?
“Pain in the heart?” Miranda’s sudden question caught Leon off guard, leaving him feeling unsettled as he met her gaze.
“Yes, pain in the heart; it felt like being stabbed by a thousand swords simultaneously,” Leon explained, his tone tinged with doubt as he observed Miranda’s perplexed expression. “Why are you confused? Weren’t you the one who sent that pain to make me faint in order to summon me to the garden where we first met?”
Miranda gazed at Leon with an indifferent expression, offering no response before finally shaking her head slightly and releasing a small sigh.
“No, it wasn’t me,” Miranda replied calmly before elaborating: “I never sent any pain or the like to summon you last night, master.”
Leon’s eyes widened in disbelief upon hearing her confession.
He thought that the excruciating pain he endured last night, nearly bringing him to the brink of death, was inflicted by Miranda.
However, it became apparent that he had misunderstood Miranda, leaving him feeling rather embarrassed.
“Ahem, forgive me for accusing you, Miranda,” Leon said, smiling with embarrassment.
“It’s okay, Master, don’t worry,” Miranda replied, her indifferent expression softening into a beautiful smile.
Leon sighed in relief as his expression grew calmer.
“So, is there any connection between the pain I felt and the issue of why I couldn’t contact the Holy Sword of Zenith with my consciousness earlier to summon it?” Leon asked seriously.
Miranda gave a small nod and explained, “Indeed, the pain you felt is likely one of the reasons you’re unable to channel your consciousness into the Holy Sword of Zenith and summon it, master.”
She paused for a moment before continuing in a cautious tone, “Actually, when I summoned you to the garden where we first met, I sensed something strange in you—a slight fluctuation in your holy power.”
“I didn’t pay much attention to it at the time, thinking it was just a reaction of your holy power sensing the power of chaos within me.”
“However, upon careful examination earlier, I discovered an issue with your connection to the Holy Sword of Zenith, leading me to suspect that the fluctuation of holy power I sensed at that time is the true reason.”
Upon hearing this, Leon’s eyes narrowed, but there was no panic or anxiety like before.
Although this matter surprised him and proved somewhat difficult to digest, he took comfort in having Miranda by his side, which alleviated his worries.
Taking a small breath, Leon sipped his now-cold coffee and asked casually, “Do you have any idea what the fluctuation is and why it might be preventing me from summoning the Holy Sword of Zenith?”
Miranda shook her head as she picked up a dry biscuit from the table and ate it: “I’m not sure yet. I’ve just woken up from my rest, so I haven’t fully grasped this matter. However, I’ll delve deeper into it, and once I have a better understanding, I’ll inform you of the cause and solution.”
Leon nodded without showing any objection or dissatisfaction and replied softly, “Alright, I’ll leave this matter to you. I apologize for always troubling you.”
Without Miranda, he would likely have been perplexed and floundering when faced with such a big issue.
After all, in the historical records of past heroes archived in the library, there wasn’t a single instance where a hero couldn’t contact their holy weapon, making this a first in history.
Therefore, he felt immensely grateful and fortunate to have Miranda by his side.
“You don’t need to thank me, Master; my presence is here to assist you,” Miranda gently explained, further touching Leon.
“Alright,” Leon responded, adopting a more relaxed and casual tone.
Shortly after, the two delved into a deep conversation primarily focused on the evil god and the incident 7,000 years ago, further enriching Leon’s understanding of the adversary he would confront in the future.
“By the way, Miranda,” Leon pondered for a moment before asking in a curious tone, “Regarding the hidden races, can I trust them?”
After the incident last night, when Athena arrived with the intention of taking him to meet the Dragon Ancestor, he found himself in a dilemma.
On one hand, he was somewhat wary of them, unsure of how they would treat him, the ‘the Fated One,’ after 7,000 years had passed. On the other hand, he feared that his caution toward them might backfire and harm him in the future.
Miranda was initially a bit clueless, but after a moment, she grasped his meaning.
“For the hidden races, there’s no need to worry, Master,” Miranda said gently before elaborating. “In fact, they are unlikely to betray you because both Demon Emperor Amon Crimson and the Hero of Mankind, Luminus Troya, have taken precautions. They have all been bound by an oath to never turn against you, the fated one.”
“Their oath was immortalized in a black token with a star and moon pattern, and this token functions to suppress them should they ever harbor evil intentions towards you.”
“By the way, the token was specially created for you to wield, also serving as a weapon should the hidden races ever forget their oath.”
Upon hearing this, Leon was naturally surprised, as he did not anticipate such an operation orchestrated by the Demon Emperor Amon Crimson and the Hero of Mankind, Luminus Troya.
However, he also felt somewhat calm and relaxed, relieved to finally escape his dilemma.
With a slight nod, Leon wore a curious expression as he asked, “So, where is the token?”
If he could obtain the token now, he could feel more confident in his future interactions with the hidden races.
Miranda didn’t immediately respond, choosing instead to take a sip of the coffee Leon had prepared moments before.
“The token isn’t in my possession; it’s held by the dragon race, specifically by their ancestor known as the ‘first dragon’,” Miranda replied succinctly.
As Leon processed this information, shock overtook his expression, eventually manifesting as a twitch at the corner of his mouth.
“Damn, is this simply too much of a coincidence?”
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