People Are Just Too Horny [2]

The statement made Elm's eyes twitch, which meant surprised in Elm language as Eliza liked to put it. To the public, all they knew was that the Celestial Hero of old had been birthed when she made her first debut a month ago, killing an evil chromatic, green dragon heavily empowered by a Demon Lord, terrorizing the outskirts of the Kingdom. Oh the parades they had thrown around the Kingdom, and the utter relief the people exclaimed now that their savior had finally descended in these warring times.

Now, the Valterran Kingdom favored equal opportunity, prioritized talent and knowledge over birthright and glory, which meant a commoner could have equal access to that of a noble, which was the reason the Kingdom rose to such prominence in a simple millenia. Well, that and the First Celestial Hero helped a lot. Why wouldn't he? His eternally damned lover, the lady in white was a baby raised in this kingdom after all.

But, getting back to the topic at hand, where the common folk slept the night with their doors opened, uncaring of the presence of demons now, the private few knew that Elm wasn't even hunting the demons or trying to wipe them out like the prophecy foretold.

All she was trying to do was to get back the newest incarnation of the lady in white, who just so happened to be abducted by the Demon God. And so, history repeats itself.

While Eliza couldn't understand why the Singularities were so obsessed with this Maiden or whatever, as long as the demons all died, she didn't really care. Oh the part about the lady in white this time being reborn as the Celestial Hero's older brother? Well, being the brains and ears of the entire Kingdom, she had heard and seen debauchery worse than simple incest.

"So, did you see him?" Eliza asked, parting a few strands of silver hair that had gotten in her eyes. She really needed to get a haircut, screw royal traditions.

Elm shook her head. "No." Elm looked down at the floor, like a depressed little puppy. "I'm void of his presence."

"But, I'll get him," Elm said, golden eyes slowly smoldering. "I'll bring him home, no matter how many vermin I have to take out."

Eliza rolled her eyes. If the demons who had died to Elm's sword heard the reason for their demise, they would surely roll around in their graves. But, it was too late. Eliza took a glance at the sword or the lack-thereof hitched up Elm's hip. Despite being one of the strongest beings in the Kingdom, even she was not worthy enough to see the Holy Sword's appearance in it's full beauty.

But, she could sense it. The Sword Of Promised Victory, the holy sword forged from the crust of a dead star, purified through an old god's ichor, enhanced by the Spirit's touch and crafted in the image of the universe, it was a sword that held enormous power and to Eliza's knowledge, the only weapon that could fully kill the Demon God - not that it ever did, considering that old bat was still alive and throwing a tantrum.

The Holy Sword, Caliburn was locked in a secret safe, protected by a secret guardian, all hidden in a secret location with inherited information only the Celestial Hero would be born with.

It is recorded that with a glimmering sword of light, a white armor ordained by the very universe and an indestructible shield, the Celestial Hero would slay the King In Black once and for all, returning peace to all the realms.

Well, Elm's got the glimmering sword of light by herself. Surprisingly, Eliza didn't find herself curious in the information or details so she didn't bother asking. She was more interested in the request she had been asked of.

To find the other two. Or, at least their trails.

Eliza grasped the scrolls in her tiny, little hands tightly. Without her relics, she knew she would have massive eye bags under her eyes from the fatigue.

"Well, I wish you good luck on your journey to otherwise screw your brother against the wall but here," Eliza handed her two scrolls. "I've got what you asked for."

The two scrolls pure white in color and enchanted to seal shut by the always drinking, dwarven rune master employed here. Seriously, why did they still keep him here? He drank too much, barely gets any job done, why do they still employ him?

Oh right, that damn drunkard's weapons were the reason they even managed to hold off the demon waves this long.

Elm took the two scrolls from Eliza's hands, and closed her eyes. Suddenly, the runic letters inscribed around the center of the two scrolls started to glow golden, before peeling right off, disappearing into the air.

Eliza just sighed at that. "You picked up the runic language already?"

"Mm," Elm said. "Came to me in a dream yesterday."

"Yeah, yeah," Eliza didn't bother moaning from the lack of fairness that was her dear friend Elm. "Don't forget, You owe me for this."

Elm just nodded and read up on the two scrolls. She was reading information that would make any general seeker of knowledge kill their own mother for, and yet barely a twitch could be seen on Elm's face.

"It was really a pain to find all of this, you know," Eliza sighed. "I had to pull too many strings just to get a few of the words written on there."

"You really owe me for this," Eliza said, glancing at the scrolls in Elm's hands. "By the way, how many abilities do you have in your arsenal now?"

Eliza knew that Elm, being the Celestial Hero, was a user of the element of light, and a master of the martial path reaching the second realm, not to mention she had easily reached the top of her emblem rank - all under a span of one month. Add to that with her Holy Sword? Elm was ridiculously strong and she would only be getting stronger, perhaps even cracking the Top 10 strongest of the world in a year at the rate she was going.

A shiver ran through Eliza's spine. She remembered the brief encounter she had with one of the Top 10 and it was enough to make her want to wet her pants. Even with her mind, she couldn't figure out a way to ever defeat such a level of power. There were Gods and there were them.