Chp. 39 It's him

"Heh, the rumored Saint huh? I heard an interesting Rumor too, those cultist from the other side faced quite a defeat many of their nurtured talents died without even being put to use hahahaha!!" Sage Bertun laughed as he remembered the recent news from the other side.

"They say it was because a full powered attack from a Saint passed through the retreating Elder who used a recall stone. He was hit by an attack so fast that the portal was not even able to close before the elder died…" Imelia also heard of this as she opened a fan to cover her face.

"An Elder last spotted here in Mogard…" the old tall guy said as he looked beyond the Fog.

"Quite imaginary I say, portals would close should it be hit by aura or mana of a Saint. There has been no precedent of an attack passing through a portal of a return stone unless…" Bertun being a dwarf craftsman as well refuted but as he reached the last part a thought came up.

"Unless the attacker has an affinity with the Space Element, so the portal will not close…" Saint Pettun of Portwest said in his soft voice.

"I see…" Bertun stroked his beard as he looked beyond the fog too hoping this Saint rumored to live here would appear.

"Though meeting him is unlikely, he might be inside fighting or else how does this wave seem to be underwhelming." Sage Imelia said as she thought of the lack of ferociousness of the Wave.

"Hah, I heard he is human. To be still a Saint and living in this blasted environment means one thing, he is a pure physical fighter." Bertun said as he sipped some wine.

"Understandable, techniques for handling the Space Element is very rare and I only know one place to have them. But those greedy pious idiots would surely want this new Saint to be in their control. Maybe that's why he did not appear until now and chose a purely physical route. Amazing for a human." Imelia was amazed if this was true, rarely ever do humans reach that level in pure physical strength alone.

Best recorded was at S-rank, only the Barbarians could go beyond that yet those muscle heads has no trace of Mana in their body. Maybe this Saint is a Barbarian but the coincidences of the Elder of the Ortonese Faith/Cult dying while last sighted here means Marc has a hand in it.

How else would his attack pass through a portal without breaking it? The three Saints chatted casually while the prince behind the Dwarf Sage listened to the discussion in silence.

The down below was raging on as many beast started coming out from the fog and it intensified just like how it was rumored in the previous instances.

The Adventurers were shocked as well as the Soldiers but the troops were able to form a hasty spear wall just in time to stop the charge of the first monsters in front.

Some of the A-ranked adventurers in the Parapets had to provide emergency assistance as some beast were at A-class but there was something that the ones on top noticed.

A faint rumbling as well as the panicked expressions of the beast, it was then the three powerful people on the platforms, some of the A-ranks and the S-ranks noticed this.

"Young Master, it seems we might need to go in front already." An old well-built man dressed in a mixture of light armor and semiformal attire said as he looked towards the fog.

"Huh? Those trashes cannot hold on for so long? Why even bother coming here, we the S-ranked team should have just made a move and wipe the stupid animals away." A voice laced with arrogance was heard inside the tent as a young man came out a veiled bed where three women with chains on their necks lay emotionless.

"Tsk, what a bore. I think I might have to change these things later." The young man put on his Wizard equipment slowly like there was no emergency outside.

The Butler only looked at this and lamented in his head, how far the Duke's family has fallen. This young man might be talented but sooner or later he will face a hurdle that his background might not be able to solve.

"Young Master, I advise caution for this moment. There seems to be a strong enemy closing in." the Butler still did his job as he does not want this kid to not regard his safety since beast do not care about things like Background.

"Tsk, you think I will die out there?! The ones outside are just a bunch of stupid animals, they are barely enough to showcase my greatness." The young man looked annoyed as he wore his items slowly and even found time to sip some wine.

"It is merely my duty to exercise caution today Young Master, as there are three people here that are equal if not stronger than the ancestor." The butler was not fazed but he was deeply sighing inside as he feared this young pup would bark at a sleeping beast ignorantly.

"Shut up will you?! You sound like an old hag bitching about every single thing…" the young man did not listen as he sat down and let the three slaves put boots on his feet and place the trinkets he wore on him.

The butler just sighed as he also readied himself as he put on his equipment himself. He just hoped that nothing would happen to the genius of their family.

On the other hand, three identically looking women with different colored hair looked solemn as they put on mask as well as the uniforms of their group. As they came out of their tent the rest of their team were already prepared to go into the fray.

"Tch, that trash is still not ready? There is Saint and Sages here yet he dares to be tardy? Ughh, I just wish I could punch his face." One of the triplets with a red hair said in anger as she looked at the camp of the Dragon's Bane group.

"Just let him be sister Ory, it is his fault if any of the esteemed beings are offended by his actions." The blue haired one calmed her sister down as she placed her hands on her shoulders.

"Let's go, ignore that trash." The green haired woman which seems to be their leader did not waste time as she led her team outside.

Their camp and the camp of Dragon's Bane was not so far apart and even if the leader of theirs is lazily wearing his equipment he still heard the conversations of the triplets.

"Bunch of bitches!! After this I will make those hoes kneel and make them my new slaves." The young man said without care as he leisurely sat while his slaves tended to him.

The Butler looked towards the young man and just sighed deep inside, he had been besides the young man as he grew up and he still does not know how this boy came to be like this.

On the other hand, the adventurers on the Parapets are now alert as they saw the entire horde of beasts somehow stopped far away. Though not clear they can still tell by the Silhouettes seen on the fog.

"Why have they stopped?" Lydia asked her Vice Captain as she stood alert with her teammates seeing the sudden actions of the beast.

"I-I do not know…" Henry held his shield tight as he stood in front of their group.

"Hold Steady!" a burly knight said as he ordered the troops to stay their formation as they watched with bated breaths.

"It seems we will have to take charge now…" melodious voice sounded out as three figures floated down towards the wide area in front of the Fort shocking the Adventurers.

The Young man who stood behind Sage Bertun arrived besides the A-ranked teams along with the Baroness and Janice who also was ready to face the Wave. They all had thoughts on what they might face.

Is it a flock of Wyverns?

A horde of Goblins?

Shadowy assassins in the fog?

A pack of thousands of Kobolds?

Maybe the fearsome Lizardmen that were skilled in the pole arts.

Or would it be strong beast of the Wildlands.

But what most can tell is that there are rumblings in the distance that indicates that there is a strong foe coming near.

*THUD!*

*RUMBLE!*

*Thud*

*Dumm*

*THUD!*

*RUMBLE*

*Thud*

*Thud*

Many were scared as they felt the closing sound clearly as they waited in trepidation. But the next sound made the eyes of some in the people waiting to shine.

"Oink!"

"?" everybody was confused at the sound but the others that had heard this were wide eyed as they remembered the last time they heard this sound.

"It's him!" This was the thought of the members of three A-ranked adventurer teams as well as the Baroness, the princess and Lady Janice who was in the front to help in the defense of the Fort.