The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 702: Volume 20: Wolves Lurking in the Mediterranean, - 10: Saintess Lily Swordsman

Chapter 702: Volume 20: Wolves Lurking in the Mediterranean, Chapter 10: Saintess Lily Swordsman

"Mr. Prosis, I’m very disappointed with your explanation. Could it be that the Great Mysterium Sect’s missionary work in the Southern Region is limited to only hobos and beggars? How valuable is their faith?" Komer shook his head, "I will discuss this matter with Xerob, but I also want to remind you not to be blindly optimistic. Perhaps the Church of Light has not yet found the time to deal with us, but I can tell you without any exaggeration, the Church of Light is full of talented individuals, far from mediocre and incompetent as you might imagine. If the Dark Lineage fails to earnestly examine its flaws and improve its deficiencies promptly, and instead waits for the Church of Light’s armies to be at their doorstep before realizing their folly, then it will be too late."

The somewhat sharp and unreserved sarcasm from Komer left Prosis and Selamu, two heavyweights from the Great Mysterium Sect, feeling a bit downhearted. It seemed that the Dark Lord had little faith in the Sect’s situation in the South, but they had to admit that his criticism was sensible. Due to inherent restrictions from the beginning, although the Dark Lineage had gradually acquired the right to preach openly in various countries of the South over the years, few from the mainstream upper societies truly embraced their faith, except for Port of Piraeus, which could be considered a successful example. In other cities and countries, they had not reached that level yet.

Seeing that these core members of the Great Mysterium Sect were unusually thoughtful and not rebutting his views, but rather mulling something over, Komer felt slightly better. At least these fellows knew how to think. If they were to indulge in their own achievements, the future of the Sect would not be promising. It was important for a Sect to have many powerful and skilled experts, but it was even more crucial to have individuals willing to think, to understand and address issues, and to know when to advance or retreat. These wise individuals could achieve support from the public to the trust of the upper nobility. Only by reaching this stage could the Dark Lineage truly establish a foothold in the South. As of now, if other countries and cities were in a similar state, the Dark Lineage could at best consider themselves to have laid a foundation.

Komer paid no mind to the two who had quietly settled in Grammy. Since they were willing to stay, no one had the authority to prevent them. Komer had his own work to do.

Establishing a long-term partnership with the Odysseus family and Stephens family was exactly what Komer needed to attend to at present, and the discussions over the pricing of Kapok Castle and Crystal Castle with Baski were nearing a mutual agreement. 450,000 gold coins for two castles and the surrounding forests and meadows, with the addition of the Flanders Valley land deed, was a deal satisfying to both parties.

On Komer’s third day in Athens, the Olympia festival finally began. As a distinguished guest of the Odysseus family, Komer had the privilege to sit on the viewing platform and witness the grand performances full of Mediterranean style. The most renowned dance troupes from various countries took turns on stage, and bards and musicians collaborated, forming a large ensemble that presented the audience with enchanting melodies in the Grand Arena.

But none of this matched up to Sparta’s most famous chariot racing, horse racing, and gladiator sports. At the opening ceremony, the Spartans were ready to display their valor and skills, proving themselves as the undeniable first terrestrial power in the Southern Mediterranean Region.

When that winged warhorse, pulling the pure silver chariot appeared on the circular track of the Grand Arena, the venue capable of holding thirty thousand spectators erupted in excitement.

Komer curiously examined this exceedingly noble carriage. The snow-white warhorse was undoubtedly the famed Pegasus from Mount Olympus region. Although its flesh wings could not enable it to take flight, the robust physique concealed endless power. The beautiful mane and clean hooves leisurely trotted on the track, like a performer gracefully dancing to the music, even those without knowledge of horses could understand what this Pegasus represented.

And the pure silver chariot was fully worthy of this king amongst horses. The delicately fine reins and harness were harmoniously connected, and golden ribbons hanging from the pole at the rear of the chariot indicated that its owner was no ordinary individual.

The racer on the chariot further aroused the entire Grand Arena’s fervor, the scattering of flowers and ribbons conveyed the audience’s most sincere blessings. Her black hair, paired with ivory-like skin and bright eyes that swept across the arena, seemed to bring a refreshing coolness even to Komer who sat dozens of meters away, much like the rest of the viewers.

With a deep breath, Komer forced himself to suppress his emotions that seemed beyond control and asked in a grave tone, "Mr. Kamado, who is this lady?"

Surprised by Reno’s glance, Kamado smiled, "Mr. Karadin, have you not heard of our great Saintess Athena from Mount Olympus? She is the great Saintess Helena — Miss Helena. She will soon showcase her superb chariot racing skills for us and will also participate in the chariot competition at the Olympia Championship."

Too similar, Komer muttered to himself. If it weren’t for the noble demeanor emitted by Miss Helena, she would be Vero in person! By now Komer was almost certain that Miss Helena must have some blood relation with Vero.

Vero had told him she once had a twin sister who was taken away as an infant. For many years, Duke Zellin had expended countless efforts in search of her, but there were never any clues. Vero always teared up whenever she mentioned this, and Komer had to carefully comfort her tormented soul, hoping that one day he could help her fulfill the wish of reuniting with her sister. And now, it seemed a glimmer of hope lay before him.

"Oh? Miss Saint Helena, is she of noble birth in your country?" Komer inquired without betraying his emotions.

"No, no, she doesn’t come from our Spartan aristocracy, but she is indeed the greatest disciple of our Spartan Saintess Lily Swordsman — Miss Klepper. Her swordsmanship is said to be comparable to that of Miss Klepper herself," Kamado declared with pride, tilting his head up higher.

"Saintess Lily Swordsman? Miss Klepper?" Komer mused internally, not recognizing the name, "What kind of person is she?"

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