The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 819: Volume 25, Midstream Strikes the Water, - 6: Entanglement

Chapter 819: Volume 25, Midstream Strikes the Water, Chapter 6: Entanglement

"Image? Reputation? Lecler, I can’t concern myself with those, I only know that you are the leader of those knights who go around causing trouble, these ugly fellows are causing serious disturbances to the public order of Cyprus City, and as the Knight Leader, you bear an inescapable responsibility. I demand that you take responsibility immediately and make those fellows stay quietly at home, they are not allowed to go out, get drunk, and cause trouble!"

Shatima firmly planted her Dragon Spear into the ground, the heavy spear sinking deep into the earth. The sandy stone floor of Lecler’s entryway was rudely penetrated, embedding itself into the muddy ground below, causing Lecler much heartache yet leaving him helpless. Trying to reason with this woman was simply inviting trouble.

"Miss Shatima, You should know that I have already left the Homer Knights. The Homer Knight Order no longer exists, so the actions of those individuals are their own affairs. If they have violated the city’s public order regulations, you may arrest them and punish them according to the law. I have no relation with them now, and I want to stress that point once more." Lecler explained helplessly.

"No relation? You make it sound so simple. How can there be no relation? Weren’t these fellows trained under you? Weren’t they always obedient to your command before this? Philip may have run away, but as the Knight Leader, are you going to let these garbage knights harm the local citizens? Is this what a knight’s character is, shown through drunken brawls?"

Shatima rebutted with conviction. For her, maintaining order in Cyprus was undeniably a huge challenge. She didn’t want to fail her first assignment, as it was related to the missions she might undertake in the future, and was a test of her capabilities by Fran. She told herself that she had to complete this task at all costs. To catch a thief, first catch the king, a point Shatima understood clearly. This Lecler was clearly the head of those knights, and if she could subdue him, everything else would fall into place.

Lecler felt utterly dejected. This person was determined to shirk the responsibility onto him, although he had long since stopped dealing with these trivial matters. Her actions were meant to drag him into the political whirlpool and prevent his escape.

"Miss Shatima, I don’t wish to engage in this pointless debate with you any longer, nor do I plan to command those who are no longer my subordinates, so please return home." Lecler knew his request for her to leave might not be effective, but it was all he could do.

"Oh really? Asking me to leave? Lecler, you’re truly naive. You think you can simply dismiss me without giving a satisfactory answer and expect me to leave? Do you really think I, Shatima, am that easy to deal with? What do you take me for?" Shatima let out an exclamation, her almond eyes wide open, hands on hips, her ample bosom heaving up and down like waves, looking every bit like a shrewish woman, except that her voluptuous and enchanting appearance was actually quite pleasing to the eye.

"Well then, Miss Shatima, what are your plans?" Lecler was out of words.

"Come with me and gather those overenergetic knights one by one. They have nothing to do, right? Good, let them go play a confrontation game with the Half-Beastmen and Barbarians. Those Barbarians and Half-Beastmen are also bored. But it can’t be in public places within the city; if they want to go, let them go to the Arena. Let them put down their weapons and rely solely on their fists for a tournament match." Shatima’s eyes flickered, and she immediately came up with a good idea.

"A tournament?" Lecler blinked, what was this? Was he supposed to help train Komer’s army soldiers?

"Yes, since your subordinates are each brimming with too much energy and have nowhere to vent, it’s perfect; the Half-Beastmen and Barbarians feel the same. Let them vent on the Arena. As long as no lives are lost, consider it a training session." Shatima spoke assertively, growing more proud of the idea she had spontaneously come up with. "Lecler, I’ve heard you’re considered a noble. Do you really plan to just waste your life away?"

Hearing the other party putting on airs and addressing him and Fran by their names without a hint of politeness was incredibly shocking to Lecler. How could such an oddity arise from Komer’s camp? Even in the remote Wilderness of Caucasus, the very least of polite conduct should be known. She even casually called out the name of their own camp’s chief commander without any honorifics, which was truly inconceivable.

"Miss Shatima, I am quite curious about your family background," Lecler suddenly changed the topic; he was eager to know what kind of family could have produced such a distinctive female character.

"Family background?" Shatima paused momentarily, "Why ask about that?"

"I’m just interested in how Miss Shatima came to acquire such skills," Lecler responded with a smile.

"Hehe, Lecler, thanks for your compliment. The abilities I possess are innate. I’ve roamed the world without encountering a single rival..." Shatima’s spirits soared when she spoke of her own prowess, her rosy lips busily flapping non-stop.

"Is that so? Then why did you join Viscount Komer’s service?" Lecler asked patiently. This woman was like a chattering crow, speaking without a hint of coherence and failing to even detect the mocking tone in his words. Of course, he had no idea that the woman in front of him was not human at all but a female Ice Dragon; otherwise, he wouldn’t have had such thoughts.

"Ah?" Shatima’s mouth suddenly formed an ’O’ shape, unable to close it for a while. Just a moment ago, she was boasting about her invincibility, yet she had taken a serious tumble under Komer’s hands, struggling to save face and unwilling by nature to deny the fact—the words from Lecler were a direct hit to her weak spot.

"What’s the matter, Miss Shatima?" Lecler, unaware of the grudges between Shatima and Komer, asked somewhat surprised.

"Uh, nothing. My relationship with Komer is completely due to destiny. Yes, destiny. I think he’s quite to my taste, and he also allows me to show off my abilities, so I volunteered my services to him," Shatima stammered.

"Oh, is that so? I’m really curious about your past, Miss Shatima. Lord Komer is truly fortunate to have your assistance," said Lecler with a slight smile, also wondering how Komer managed to get mixed up with such a woman and still be able to command her as if she were at his beck and call.

Although Shatima didn’t quite grasp the rich implications of human language, she sensed that Lecler’s words were not entirely complimentary. After regaining her composure, she returned to the main topic: "Lecler, let’s not waste any more words. Hurry up and help me gather those damned, inept knights. The citizens of Cyprus have lost all hope in them, and I think the path I’ve found for them is quite suitable."

Lecler sighed, "Miss Shatima, what will you do if I refuse your request?"

"Refuse?! Oh, ho, did I hear you right? You refuse?" Shatima screeched, "Are you even qualified to refuse? Lecler, if you can defeat me, I will give you that chance!"

True to her word, Shatima effortlessly pulled up the Dragon Spear embedded deep in the ground, her fighting spirit surging intensely. "Come on, Lecler, fight me like a true knight. I’ve always heard that you are the fiercest knight of Homer. Today, I really want to gauge the true level of Homer’s strongest knight."

Lecler’s gaze hardened, "Miss Shatima, will you keep your word? If I happen to win, will you cease to trouble me?"

"Of course, I’ll keep my word. Do you think I’m as indecisive as you? Enough talk, come on!" Shatima excitedly licked her rosy lips, unaware of how provocative the gesture was. "Hehe, Lecler, I heard about your fight with Vladimir Koff and how it ended without a victor. I really want to see what kind of strength that kid, Vladimir Koff, has been bragging about!"

Upon hearing Shatima’s words, Lecler’s heart also chilled. This woman knew the outcome of his battle with Vladimir Koff and was still so eager to fight, proving that she must possess the strength to battle Vladimir Koff. He needed to be cautious. Engaging in battle with her was a last resort, and if he were truly defeated, he feared he wouldn’t be able to show his face in the world again.

Just as Lecler had barely managed to raise his Knight Spear, the impatient Shatima had already peaked her Fighting Qi in the Dragon Spear, and intense ice-powered Qi like a cold wind from the Mogan Wilderness dropped the temperature of the entire courtyard by twenty degrees, as if plunging into an ice cave. Despite being prepared, Lecler still felt his limbs stiffen with shock, struggling to mitigate the impact of the cold wind, while Shatima’s Dragon Spear was already spinning with a fierce wind aura sweeping towards him.

This woman really played by no rules, lacking any sense of concession or etiquette. She poured her full power into the first strike, launching a tremendous blow. The whistling wind caused Lecler’s face to tingle with a pins-and-needles sensation, the pressure making it difficult for him to breathe. (To be continued. For further details, please visit WWW.QIDIAN.COM. More Chapters are available, and support the author by supporting Authorized Reading!)