Chapter 508: Chapter D188: Self-Inflicted Colorless (Part 2)
But an Ancient Great Demon, that’s another matter entirely—a question not just of whether to find a second one, but whether to gamble the entire kingdom’s destiny to defeat it.
But telling the Hero directly that her achievements are greater than her brother’s? That doesn’t seem right either; she might not accept it, considering she had help from an Ancient Heroic Spirit at the time…
The two looked at the Hero, whose expression was slightly dejected, unsure whether they should broach the topic.
[Brother’s Profession: Third Ascension (Mage — Mage — Mage)]
1. Elemental Sovereign
2. Magic General
3. Heavenly Instrument Control
4. Storm Sword
5. Mystic Master♛
6. Moon
7. Star
8. Sea
9. Abyss
10. Great Success/Great Failure
D10=d10(5)=5
[Mystic Master LV62]
Strength: 63
Agility: 143
Constitution: 106
Intelligence: 311
Perception: 201
Charm: 93
[Father’s Satisfaction (Power not surpassing the father, limit 95)]
D45+50=d45(30)+50=80
[Mother’s Satisfaction]
D60+40=d60(15)+40=55
→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←
Though all three remained silent, under the dual Charm of the Hero and the Fourteenth Princess, the maid recounted the astonishing exploits of the young Viscount as if pouring beans from a bamboo tube.
Her tone was full of pride, as if these legendary feats were not only the young Viscount’s glory but also her own luminous honor.
Clearly, her previous account was not exaggerated: a Legendary Strongman so young, and an achievement of completely annihilating the Arcane Surge, was enough of a talking point even in the Capital, let alone in a typical medium-sized city.
Thus, the maid fluently narrated, even including the brother’s Legendary Profession and how he used Ritual Magic to destroy Magic Creatures, as if she had witnessed it firsthand.
While she was a servant of the Viscount Mansion, it was impossible she had seen everything firsthand. The only explanation was that the brother’s feats were so widely known that she had become thoroughly familiarized with these facts.
The Hero listened quietly to her words, a hazy image of the scene surfacing in her mind. Although she had faced many powerful Magic Creatures, she had yet to encounter an Arcane Surge in the traditional sense.
On the Highland, the Corrupted Phoenix did incite panic and riots among the creatures, although that was a massive upheaval, strictly speaking, it wasn’t an Arcane Surge because the creatures hadn’t been fully transformed by Depraved Magic.
In a true Arcane Surge, the Magic Power of the creatures would resonate with each other, forming a unified entity, while the leading Demon King would gain a terrifying boost. To start such an Arcane Surge, a powerful source of Magic Power influencing thousands of Magic Creatures simultaneously is necessary.
Thus, the Demon King within an Arcane Surge differs vastly in strength from a simple sixth-tier Demon King species.
Yet the Corrupted Phoenix had just escaped, its power not fully restored, and was suppressed by her.
Even so, recalling the battle at that time still brings immense pressure; if the Corrupted Phoenix had retained more power, the outcome might not have been as perfect.
Moreover, without the help of her predecessor, even if she could single-handedly defeat the Demon Monster King, based on previous experience hunting Goblins, to annihilate an entire horde like her brother would still have been extremely taxing.
“No wonder Brother.” After listening to the maid’s endless narrative, the Hero remained silent for a few seconds but eventually showed a faint smile.
No matter what, the brother had achieved such merit, protecting the people of this city, which was surely something to be happy about and worthy of hosting a Victory Banquet for him.
However, deep inside, some secret emotions continued to surge.
“At the border, Count also hosted a Victory Banquet for me, even larger than at home…” The Hero felt restless inside, unconsciously comparing the gap between herself and her brother, “Though, that achievement wasn’t mine alone… Has any news come from there? Will they recognize me?”
Expecting recognition from family—a behavior that only led to hurt, was something she hadn’t done in many years.
“Ah, sorry, did I say too much?” The maid realized her own lapse at this point, quickly bowing her head to apologize, “Miss, I will open the door for you now—”
She finally stopped her outpouring, turning to open the grand door.
After all, regardless of the hidden stories, one cannot let the young lady stand waiting outside the door.
Despite rumors among the servants about the Hero being kicked out of the family, they remained only vague speculations.
No matter how upset, neither father nor brother would have told the servants about her “sneaking out at midnight to slay Goblins and then celestial body returning home,” nor explicitly forbade her return.
Yet, just as the maid turned, a commotion suddenly stirred inside the mansion. Immediately, the tall, ornate main door began to slowly open to both sides, with the Family Crest on it, the Emerald-Starred Key symbolizing mystery, reflecting a gem-like radiance in the sunlight.
[Key’s Direction]
1. Starry Sky
2. Earth♛
D2=2
[Who Opened the Door?]
1. Gleaming Scale Serpent
2. Father
3. Mother
4. Brother♛
5.1
6.2
7.3
8.4
9. Grandmother(?)
10. Great Success/Great Failure
D10=d10(8)=8
Surrounded by stars, the Emerald-Starred Key oriented toward the horizon split apart, and the heavy main gate of the Viscount Mansion opened wide, issuing a deep echo.
Then, a handsome young man in an exquisite suit stepped out slowly from the courtyard.
His figure was tall and slender, his stride graceful yet imposing, and his emerald green eyes, identical to the Hero’s, were indifferent, with not a ripple in their depths.
“Ma-master!”
On seeing the newcomer, the maid hurriedly lowered her head in greeting.