Chapter 121

Chapter Ninety-Three I’ll Just Eat One

In my previous life, during some sleepless nights, I often daydreamed.

I used to fantasize about what it would be like if one day I obtained the kind of power that heroes in movies have… such as Superman, Iron Man, Thor, and so on. These heroes were powerful and handsome; they could shoot lightning, fire lasers, lift entire buildings with ease, and spent their days saving the world from dire situations.

I envied them. Even though I knew back then that such people could only exist in stories, that it was impossible in reality, and even if it were possible, they would probably be taken by research institutions for testing, leaving no time or mood to save the Earth.

But that didn’t stop me from being captivated by them. The image of these powerful and gentle heroes had deeply embedded itself in my heart. Yet, it wasn’t their flashy skills like breathing fire or shooting electricity that I admired. What I liked about heroes was their ability to fly freely in the sky.

Flying has been a dream of humanity since ancient times. In my previous world, there was no Order Power, no Faith Power, nor any strange self-immolating业火. People relied on something called technology to achieve their aspirations.

But this place was different.

Although the technology here was far less advanced compared to my previous world, it was hard to believe that I had to quit using my phone. There were no computers, no internet, and no means of transportation that could travel thousands of miles in a day. Yet, there was an irresistible charm—perhaps if I went back now, I would be considered a superhuman by the people here?

The feeling of wielding “power” was amazing, but unfortunately, despite my abilities, I still hadn’t mastered the skill of flying.

But this woman could.

Is this what it means to reach the peak of wind order affinity?

I couldn’t envy her… Who is this woman?

Wait a moment.

If I’m not mistaken, with the mimicry of Chaos Power, if used proficiently, could it…

This thought immediately vanished as I rejected it.

No.

The Abyss was too terrifying. Before I understood what it truly was, I shouldn’t casually use this power again. Otherwise, I couldn’t guarantee what I might become.

As I was lost in thought, the blonde woman arrived gracefully.

Her figure resembled a goddess dancing in the heavens, dressed in white, with a thunderous wind and faint wine aroma swirling around her as she approached silently and swiftly, landing in front of me. She spoke calmly.

“Step back.”

With just those simple words, the green-haired man and the woman standing in the courtyard lost their former bravado. They lowered their heads and quietly disappeared into the darkness like leopards, without hesitation, even though to them, I was still an unknown intruder with power.

The mansion returned to tranquility as if nothing had happened, leaving only the silent blonde woman looking at me. Her face was hidden in the dim light, but her piercing golden eyes somehow made it impossible for me to look away.

After a moment, she spoke.

“Come down and sit?”

Her tone was calm and indifferent, yet it carried an undeniable authority that made refusal impossible.

She was used to giving orders… This thought came to mind, and I took a step back and shook my head gently.

“No… someone is waiting for me.”

The woman looked at me calmly.

“Carlos hasn’t returned yet.”

“…”

… She knows Carlos, how does she seem to know his whereabouts so well?

“Don’t use him as an excuse, come over.”

Without waiting for my response, a gentle breeze swept up her graceful figure, which flew down from the roof and lightly landed in the stone pavilion, where she sat down, lifting her skirt.

I hesitated.

The words left me rather disinclined to interact with such people. Those born into great nobility, standing atop the social pyramid from birth, like Edward, or this woman who appeared to be in her early twenties, often had a common flaw: they inherently felt superior… perhaps not just by one degree.

Perhaps they would go to great lengths to appear approachable, but their innate arrogance made them accustomed to giving orders, especially this blonde woman.

I disliked such attitudes immensely.

The Duke also gave off such an impression, but he never revealed his aura in front of me.

Thus, I did not intend to acknowledge her and wanted to leave, but at the moment I turned around, I heard that enchanting melody again.

“Let my heart be filled with song, carry me to the moon…”

My steps halted.

That melody, with its faintly mournful emotion, could it truly have come from this woman?

Somewhat surprised.

But suddenly, it piqued my curiosity about her.

I jumped down from the roof, using Moon Step to swiftly move to the pavilion, half-lying on the rocking chair opposite her, lifting my eyelids to gaze at her face.

In the flickering light of the fire, I finally got a clear look at her.

At this moment, I held my breath, slightly losing myself.

Blonde hair, golden eyes, vermilion lips, crescent eyebrows.

Countless beautiful words flashed through my mind: peerless beauty, stunningly beautiful, bright eyes and white teeth, flawless skin… But when I tried to apply these words to this woman, I found them inadequate.

No single word could vividly capture her beauty; she was unique, a beauty hard to imagine existing in this world. Her beauty dimmed the stars and moon, making the night dazzling.

Only in my heart could I sigh: what a beautiful person… though still inferior to me.

Just a bit less, no kidding.

“Are you the youngest Grandmaster Knight in history?”

Seeing me staring intently at her, the woman met my gaze unyieldingly, speaking with a somewhat haughty tone. I frowned unhappily, returning her glare.

“So what!”

The blonde woman ignored my childish provocation. She shifted her gaze to the goblet on the table.

“Do you want some?”

Though she asked, clearly she hadn’t prepared another glass for me, nor did she mean to. She merely picked up the bottle with her delicate fingers and poured herself some wine.

Then she took a small sip.

“1954 Smaland, quite a good taste.”

… Was she showing off?

What did this woman want to say to me by calling me over?

Unclear of her intentions, I couldn’t think of what to say to her either. Clearly, she wasn’t the type for casual conversation.

The atmosphere became somewhat tense, but then the blonde woman put down her glass, stared at me for a moment, and suddenly said.

“…If you want to eat, just eat.”

I was greatly surprised.

“How did you know!… No, I don’t want to eat!”

I thought I had hidden it well enough.

Even when smelling the fragrance of the fruit on the plate and having saliva overflow in my mouth, I tried my best to remain indifferent, acting very well. Why could this woman see through the truth at a glance?

“You looked at my face twice, the wine glass once, and the fruit platter twenty-two times since you sat here a minute ago,” the woman’s tone remained calm, “Do as you please, hesitating over eating a piece of fruit, I don’t like your attitude.”

… Who cares if you like it!

This woman was incredibly arrogant, thinking everyone would follow her lead?

Too underestimating people, right?

So I looked at her firmly.

“I will eat only one.”