Volume 7, Chapter 58 – The Angel Full of Fantasies

Perhaps to prevent the paladins from training in the hot weather, the temple’s training ground was not open-air but enclosed. There were windows for ventilation near the ceiling. Although the light was slightly dim, both Yisi and Laxy had excellent night vision, making it a rather comfortable place.

Choosing not to use Gungnir, Yisi picked up a wooden training sword from the rack and swung it casually.

“It seems a little too light…”

“My lord, are you not using your usual weapon?”

“Ah, yes. I actually want to learn that spell you used this morning, Laxy.”

“This morning’s spell?” Laxy, also holding a wooden training sword, tilted her head. “You mean…?”

“The technique of throwing the magic blade attached to your weapon. You used it when you fought the harpies, right? You cut them all in half with one strike.”

If she could learn such a convenient skill, she would no longer need to use consumables like throwing daggers. She could just attach a magic blade to her fingertip and throw it like a dagger to subdue monsters. In addition to saving the time of making daggers, a magic blade also had the advantages of being concealable and indestructible. It would disappear on its own after its magic power was depleted, unlike a dagger that would remain in the monster’s corpse.

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“You could tell, my lord?” A look of surprise appeared on Laxy’s proper face. “An ordinary person would have thought it was a spell. For you to have seen through it as another application of a magic blade after seeing it only once… I’m surprised.”

Even if Laxy’s movements were fast, in my eyes, they are as slow as a slow-motion scene in a movie.

Yisi sighed helplessly.

“I told you I was strong. You just don’t believe me, Laxy.”

The reason she was using a wooden sword was that she had seen Laxy was not using the rapier she had given her. Otherwise, she might have accidentally broken Laxy’s wooden sword due to poor force control. Leaving aside the possibility of accidentally injuring Laxy, even if Laxy were not injured, breaking an opponent’s weapon was a very rude act that would bring them shame.

Laxy lowered her head in thought for a moment before looking up.

“Indeed… If you only had the level 20 strength you claim, it wouldn’t match your performance so far. Whether it’s the flight magic you used this morning or the dryad saying “you helped her”, these are not things that can be explained by great luck. Hiding one’s strength at all times is indeed a wise choice. However, please tell me your true level, my lord. It will be of great benefit to our future subjugation of the Demon Lords. I swear on the name of Laxyphinia that I will keep your level as the most important secret until my soul is worn away.”

If Yisi were over level 30, she would definitely be considered an extremely talented type in the human world. Although she wasn’t very familiar with the human world, she had some understanding of levels. The vast majority of humans called elites could reach level 20 before the age of 20. And if one reached level 30 at the age of 20, they would be hailed as a genius. Yisi was probably no older than 16 now. If she had the strength of a level 30 at the age of 16, her talent as a savior was self-evident.

I should have realized sooner. I’ve been too careless.

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Maintaining the proper expression on her face, Laxy’s heart was filled with frustration.

Then, it was quickly dispelled by Yisi’s answer.

“Like. I. Said. It’s level 427. You just don’t believe me, Laxy.”

“My lord, I am not joking with you. Not even Lady Trino has surpassed level 100. If you truly had the strength of a level 400, then the one I am serving would not be a savior, but a Demon Lord. All living beings in this world would tremble at your birth.”

“No, no, a level 427 isn’t the kind of person who has a natural aura.”

“Haaah,” Laxy let out a long sigh. “In the end, you are still unwilling to tell me your true level.”

Helplessly, Yisi could only change the subject. Although she was telling the truth, because it was too exaggerated, Laxy had always taken it as a joke. She had long expected such a result.

“Well, let’s not talk about that. Why don’t you teach me the technique of throwing the magic blade first, Laxy?”

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“Understood. But you must be mentally prepared for failure, my lord. The technique of throwing a magic blade is mastered by only a very small number of angels, even among the battle angels. And leaving aside the question of whether you can learn it, even if you can use this technique, it will take at least five years of practice to use it proficiently. It cannot be achieved overnight. So far, there has been no human who has succeeded.”

If Yisi were not the savior, Laxy would have directly told her to give up and not waste time on such a meaningless thing.

Yisi patted her chest.

“Of course. I’m mentally prepared. If I can’t learn it, I’ll give up decisively.”

Should I say this master is good at making use of her time, or is this savior too improper? She has none of the faith and perseverance of the heroes in the stories.

No, stories are just things made up by humans for self-satisfaction. Stories are stories, and reality is reality.

Thinking of this, Laxy couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

When she had left the Kingdom of God under the guidance of the Gospel, she had thought that she would finally get to experience the plots of those legendary stories, such as going through trials with the hero to obtain a sharp blade, or assisting the hero in subjugating an evil dragon to help a small, struggling country, and the most important part of all, the hero’s party, after going through many trials, arriving at the Demon Lord’s castle. Then, the hero, trained by the angel Laxyphinia, would fight with all their might and, despite suffering many wounds, would defeat the Demon Lord through their will and faith.

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No matter which one it was, even if the hero wasn’t good-looking, it would still be a very romantic story. But Laxy had never expected that the so-called hero was just a young girl whose appearance still held a trace of childishness. And leaving that aside, this hero was not a hero who had gone through hardships since childhood and had the ideal of changing this corrupt world.

If one were to ask Laxy if she was disappointed, she would definitely answer yes. But since the facts were already before her, she could only accept them.

And Laxy had recently realized that in the past half a month, she had grown more and more accustomed to this leisurely life of going down to the labyrinth to correct Mary and the others’ mistakes in battle, and then spending the rest of her time traveling around with Yisi, appreciating the local customs of different regions. Although she had traveled the human world before, at that time, she had always been on a mission and had never stayed in one place to properly appreciate the local customs. Laxy would even occasionally think that if there were no mission to defeat the Demon Lords, she might find a peaceful place and open a school. This was a thought she had never had before. In her own words, it was a lack of a sense of crisis, too slothful.

“If only someone could tie up all the Demon Lords and sink them into the Sea of Thunderstorms…”

“Is that what you wish, Laxy?”

Oops.

She had accidentally let her inner thoughts slip out. To pin the mission she had to complete on some ethereal person… it would be fine if it were someone else, but an angel of guidance should be the last to have such a thought.

Treating what she had just said as a mistake, Laxy tried her best to answer without a change in her expression.