The Sword Beheads The Saintess

"Brother Walter, I'm sorry."

"I didn't do it on purpose."

"I didn't know that this was your mother's relic. I also didn't know that this helmet was your birthday present when you were 16 years old."

"I didn't know anything. Can you forgive me?"

Angela sat on the cabinet, her two short legs swaying, implying that Walter could not do anything to her.

"You may not know this, but just a few days ago, at the entrance of the palace, I just released my dragon and its dragon breath burned thousands of women."

"Their status may not be as noble as yours, but it's all the same to me."

"You can try breaking another thing."

Walter frowned, then slowly calmed down and said dangerous things in an indifferent tone

"Hmph, it's not funny at all."

"You're not my Brother Walter."

Angela jumped down from the cabinet angrily. As she spoke, she stared at Walter, but she did not notice any changes.

The little girl tilted her head, mumbling something.

Suddenly, her 'foot slipped'. With a clang, a pen broke.

A cold light flashed.

Walter's sword tip brushed past Angela.

Angela fell out of the room. She crawled a few steps in the corridor before she dared to turn back. She pointed at Walter angrily.

"You slashed me again. Remember, this is the second time."

"Hmph, I clearly dreamt that the Supreme God said that you were swapped by someone else, but you still dared to slash me!"

"You clearly know that I'm the Saintess, the daughter of the pope, yet you still dare to wave your sword at me. Besides Walter, there won't be anyone else."

"Bullsh*t Supreme God!"

Angela stood in the corridor and cursed loudly, but the target of her curses was not Walter, but the Supreme God.

It was hard to imagine that a Saintess would actually be so disrespectful to the God she served.

Walter was like a piece of wood, still in the same place.

He did not look, did not listen, and did not think about anything.

If Angela had not calculated the distance and taken the initiative to hide in the corridor, what had happened would have definitely cut her head open.

This was not because of Walter's original memory.

It was because of Walter's own decision.

There was no other reason. When a person provoked you, again and again, it was necessary to give enough punishment.

No matter who she was.

The girls outside the palace were the same, and so was Angela.

To Walter, there was no difference.

If he could not empty his thoughts, it was impossible for him to become the youngest Sword Saint on the continent.

After Angela left, the room finally returned to silence.

Walter also returned to his inner world. He used his breathing and heartbeat to communicate with the sword in his hand.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness."

"I forgot to remind you. It's my fault. Please forgive me."

"When Walter is cultivating, no one can disturb him."

"Even if it's me, his sword will still slash down."

The old king laughed when he heard Angela's complaint. He stroked her hair and explained kindly.

"Is that so? Disobeying the king is a great crime!"

Angela was like a naive child, but her words were vicious.

"You're right, but Walter is the real king."

"I'm already old. Walter will be my successor, bringing the Kane family's bloodline to greater heights."

The old king pulled Angela along as if they were talking about family matters, but the exchange of words was more intense than on the battlefield.

Lordaeron was the most powerful country on the continent. Although it was not called an empire, it was the main force at the front line when humans were fighting against Beastmen, Elves, and the sudden appearance of the Undead.

Angela was the Saintess, and her father was the pope.

Whether she was willing or not, every move she made represented divine power.

The old king's military power and Angela's divine power met. Even if the two did not mean it, their words were filled with swords and knives.

"Then can I marry Walter?"

"I like the name 'Kane'."

Angela changed the topic and brought up this topic again.

Although she tried to be tactful, a lady confessing twice in one day was not something that an ordinary person could do.

No matter how unique Angela was, she was still a girl.

Especially in front of her elders, saying such words made Angela's neck and back turn red.

"Has our little Angela grown up too?!"

"Oh, let me think. The last time I saw you, you even wiped your nose on me."

"I'm old and muddle-headed. That was 11 years ago."

The old king did not expect Angela to have such a trick. For a moment, he did not know how to respond.

It was not good to agree or not to agree.

After all, she was the daughter of the pope. Why should he reject her marriage proposal?

Was she not worthy of his son?

However, Walter's marriage was not up to him at all.

This son of his was not an unfilial person, but he had his own opinions.

The spirit of a knight kept him humble and compassionate.

However, if anyone wanted to interfere in his life, they would definitely be cut by his personality which was as sharp as a sword.

"It's been thirteen years. You've already mentioned this matter when you were very young."

Angela pouted, very dissatisfied with the old king's perfunctory answer.

"Yes, yes, I'm old and muddle-headed."

"Walter's marriage can only be decided by himself. If you really like him, you can go to his consort selection ceremony."

The old king pointed at the captain of the guards at the foot of the imperial city.

Recently, it was not just girls who came to receive missions, there were also quite a number of men.

Perhaps it was because the rewards for the missions were too generous, or perhaps it was because the Forest of Elves was too attractive.

In short, all the players in the city were preparing to steal the Spring of Life from the Moon Well.

"Isn't it just the Spring of Life? I have it. I don't need to go to the Forest of Elves at all."

"I'll go find Brother Walter right now and see what he has to say."

Angela took out a green bottle from her pocket. It was filled with the three servings of Spring of Life.

The Spring of Life was a holy medicine for healing.

Whether it was external injuries or poisoning, as long as one drank the Spring of Life, they would be able to receive treatment.

Different from ordinary spring water, the Spring of Life was measured in units of the amount needed to treat a minor injury.

Three servings of the spring of life was the amount needed to treat three minor injuries and one medium injury.

"Brother Walter, I've brought the Spring of Life. I think I've passed the test!"

Angela returned to Walter's room once again.

At this moment, Walter had just finished his training, so she was there just in time.

"No, you cheated."

"You need a five-man team to break through the guards of the Forest of Elves and obtain the Spring of Life."

"Alright, you don't have to try. You win."

Angela turned around and left, but Walter stopped her.

The forest of spirits was very difficult for players. At least, it was not a mission that could be completed in the near future.

However, for Angela, it was too easy.