"Your Highness need not worry. In the battle a hundred years ago, the Night Watchers was almost wiped out, and those who survived were all wounded. Although the number of Night Watchers has increased more than a hundredfold today, their strength is far from what it was at its peak, and they have lost their stealth, greatly reducing their threat," Ademu said respectfully.
Before His Highness the Prince of the Dawn Empire, the Sword of the Kingdom seemed to have completely shed his recklessness and rage, becoming docile and obedient, speaking in soft voices.
Nodding slightly, Damengsi stood up, the clanging of his armor echoing through the air. "The Martial Arts Tournament, are you ready?"
"Naturally, I've been suppressing my strength for over half a year in preparation for this Mid-Rank Transcendent competition, not breaking through to the Tier Seven. Right now, with my strength, I'm enough to hold my own against an eighth-rank transcendent for a while, and ordinary Tier Seven Tier Eight Transcendent are no match for me. I can easily sweep through the Tier Six, and the championship is within my grasp!"
Ademu said confidently, without Logo at all, because he didn't care about this reckless kid who was courting death.
"Don't be careless. Although the Martial Arts Tournament has declined in recent years along with the fall of the Gendaya Royal Court, it is still full of hidden talents. Don't be eliminated by a dark horse that suddenly appears, or you will lose face!" Damengsi said calmly, stroking the blade of the longsword in his hand.
"Rest assured, I understand the principle that even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit, so I naturally won't underestimate my opponent."
"Very well, come on, I'll suppress my strength, how about you spar with me?"
"Respect is no substitute for obedience!"
After saying this, Ademu drew his longsword, exchanged a glance with Damengsi, and then the two disappeared at the same time.
The next moment, an overwhelming wave of sword energy swept out like a death tornado, instantly destroying the once beautiful garden. Petals fell in pieces, grass and trees were shattered, and soil and rocks collapsed, leaving a scene of utter devastation.
The next day, at White Wolf Castle.
Logo came alone.
After a careful inspection, the guards at the gate respectfully let him in.
"Is that Earl Campbell? I've heard that our Duke treats him differently from others."
"Indeed, at yesterday's clan gathering, he actually sat at the same table as our Duke. Think about it, when has our Duke ever treated a man like that?"
"Hiss... Now that you've mentioned it, could this count possibly become...?"
The gossipy guards exchanged glances, about to say something more, when a sinister voice came from behind, "Who gave you the audacity to speak ill of His Highness the Duke in private?"
"Second Steward, please forgive us." Several guards knelt on one knee, drenched in cold sweat. Before them stood a tall, thin middle-aged man in black. This man was not of Gendaya blood, but his aura was as deep as the ocean, clearly that of a Sanctuary expert.
"Hmph, each of you go and receive thirty lashes. If I catch you again, I'll throw you all into the wolf's den!"
After saying this, the second steward waved his sleeves and left, leaving behind a few guards with bitter expressions, on the verge of tears.
"Everyone says that Miss treats this Earl Campbell differently. I want to see what makes her different," the second butler thought to himself as he walked.
Soon, something happened that shocked the second steward.
The young lady herself actually went out to greet Logo, and what's even more terrifying is that she had a smile on her face.
The second butler, who had watched the young lady grow up since she was a child, remarked that this... was indeed very different.
"Could it be... that Miss has really fallen for him? But the great grudge against the clan has not yet been avenged, she..." A struggle flashed across the second steward's face.
Just then, an old figure appeared beside him.
"Big brother!" the second steward said.
"What are you thinking about? Is this young man?"
"Hmm, what do you think, brother? Miss has never cared so much for any other man before. Should we stop their contact, lest it affect Miss's Revenge plan?"
"No, don't stop them." The head butler shook his head.
"Why? After that incident, Miss already had a lot of resistance to Revenge. If she has someone else in her heart, she will inevitably be distracted. Then who will avenge the White Wolf Clan?" The second steward asked urgently.
Upon hearing this, the head butler turned around, patted his shoulder, and gave a wry smile, "Second brother, do you know who forbade us from interfering with the young lady's interactions with this young man?"
"Who?"
"Elder!"
"It was actually him..." the second steward muttered to himself, "And why is that?"
"We shouldn't presume to know what the Elder is thinking; we should just obey. Besides, after that incident, I've come to understand that we only have one direct descendant left in our White Wolf Clan. Her life is more important than revenge. If Miss can find a good match and have children in the future, the clan's bloodline can continue."
"Revenge can't be rushed. I've heard that that damned traitor has already gone quite far on the path to Demigod..."
The head butler sighed, his words carrying a deep sense of powerlessness.
All ambitions will wither and shatter in the face of harsh reality.
Once upon a time, these stewards, driven by a desire for revenge, relentlessly trained Qiya.
However, the result was that Qiya's soul was almost corrupted by the overwhelming hatred.
If it weren't for the Seventh Elder's selfless rescue, using his own essence to ignite the flame of life and forcibly suppress the negative emotions within Qiya, the last direct descendant of the White Wolf Clan might have been completely wiped out.
After this incident, the housekeepers were filled with lingering fear and dared not instill any extreme emotions in Qiya again, much less push her too far.
In addition, the White Wolf King Diriel's cultivation was advancing by leaps and bounds, and his reputation was growing stronger day by day. Under the immense pressure, the stewards gradually changed their minds.
"Sigh, elder brother is right. That traitor's talent is just too good. After breaking through to Demigod, he became unstoppable. It will be too difficult to take revenge!" The second steward gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.
Although he Gendaya People, he was adopted and raised by the White Wolf Clan from a young age with a great deal of resources invested in his upbringing. His loyalty to the clan was beyond question, and he hated the traitor Diriel so much that he wanted to tear him to pieces.
However, hatred is utterly useless in the face of absolute power.
"Wait, slowly accumulate strength. The situation on all sides is currently unpredictable and murky. Who knows when we might get a chance for Revenge. But before that, we must survive! Especially protect Miss!" The head butler stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep and his tone unusually firm.
The second steward nodded, the two exchanged a glance, and walked towards a certain part of the castle.
On the other side, led by Qiya, Logo first visited the White Wolf Castle, and then the two went to the secret room where the girl usually practiced, completing today's task of lighting up the stars.
"That's wonderful! I can feel that the connection between the Silver Star Spear and me has become much stronger." Qiya exclaimed with delight, holding the spear in her hand.
Logo's eyes crinkled with a smile. "Now that my mission is complete, I'll take my leave."
Upon seeing this, Qiya was first taken aback, then felt a surge of reluctance. She bit her lower lip, and for the first time ever, reached out and grabbed Logo's sleeve, saying in a voice barely above a whisper, "You can stay here."
"Huh? Stay? That's not good, it's too fast!" Logo was startled, looking at Qiya in disbelief. Was he really that charming? They were going to live together?
Although Qiya was not good at interpersonal relationships, she still understood some basic principles. After hearing Logo's words, she knew that he had misunderstood her. Two blushes appeared on her cheeks, but strangely, she was not angry at all.
"You misunderstood. What I meant was that you could stay at White Wolf Castle temporarily, which would also make it easier for you to help me Unity of Person and Weapon."
"Oh, is that so?" Logo breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm fine with myself, but I have a few companions, they..."
"Why not just have them all come together? It's such a big castle; the more people there are, the more lively it will be."
"Alright then, I'll notify them right away." Logo didn't stand on ceremony and took out his communicator to contact the old count, Crassus, and the others.
Seeing this, Qiya pursed her lips, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.