“That is descending light.”
Ron had been the witness to Isis’s first use of descending light.
He knew well just how invincible this skill, exclusive to the Hero Isis, truly was. The one who had been severely wounded that time was none other than the eighth-rank powerhouse body controlled by Demon King Casalima.
“Descending light?”
“Think of it as the Hero’s strongest strike.”
Every time Ron saw Lifa’s half-understanding expression, he couldn’t help wanting to stroke her long hair.
But now, restricted by his injuries, the moment he raised his hand, pain suppressed that thought.
Ron inhaled sharply. The tear in his shoulder that had originally been just a single shoulder injury now made him feel as if his arms had lost connection.
And looking over at Isis, under that last strike, the massive body of the sword-hunting white tiger was already prostrate before Isis.
“To be able to achieve this level with a single strike?”
The feeling of being able to spend every day with an idol was nice, but the pressure and gap were not small for Lifa either.
“One day, Lifa, you can do it too.”
Ron firmly believed this.
On the Uthis Continent, the training content and goals of different professions seemed unrelated, but when it came to reaching the heights Isis had originally trod, all professions were like two rivers that would eventually converge in the ocean—different paths, same destination.
The essence of magic is the process of converting magical power into changing the real material world.
A swordsman’s training, on the other hand, focuses more on transforming and strengthening oneself, making oneself a special existence in the material world.
The former is external, the latter internal. What enables this process to be realized is the truly core special energy of the Uthis Continent and… law.
Pant…pant….
“The Hero’s true strength…”
“Now… I have witnessed it.”
To Ron’s surprise, the sword-hunting white tiger did not die under Isis’s strongest swordsmanship that was linked to the law.
Even though its voice was barely a whisper, it still had the last bit of strength to communicate with Isis.
“The origin crystal saved you this time.”
Isis stepped forward without changing expression.
The power of descending light came from its ability to mobilize the laws and energy of this world, but because the origin crystal itself was also a special existence closely connected to the world, it gave the sword-hunting white tiger some resistance, so it didn’t die immediately.
“Dying without any sensation might have been better for you.”
Isis raised her sword, preparing to cut off the unicorn horn on the tiger’s forehead.
“Heh—”
The white tiger breathed out a sigh. No matter how it tried, it could no longer get up. If not for the continuous healing of the origin crystal, it would have died long ago.
“Isis, hurry.”
Ron couldn’t help reminding her from the side. Although they had defeated the sword-hunting white tiger and the surrounding demonic beasts had scattered and fled, their enemy was not just in front of them.
The real target of obtaining the origin crystal was Casalima, and now, the Demon King was unsettlingly quiet.
“That guy was right. Alone, I truly cannot kill you.”
The Hero’s sword stopped before the unicorn horn. The low whisper of the sword-hunting white tiger momentarily drew the attention of both Ron and Isis.
“That guy?”
Isis asked coldly, and Ron also realized that the sword-hunting white tiger’s earlier behavior was as if it had known their movements and come prepared.
“Are you saying someone told you we would come here?”
Ron and Lifa together walked to the front of the sword-hunting white tiger. Because of its heavy breathing, the surrounding air felt a bit warmer.
“No one said… Shut up.”
The sword-hunting white tiger swept a glance over the three humans in front of it. Its answer before death was brief yet meaningful. Then, as if resigning itself, it closed its eyes.
Crack
Isis swung her sword, cutting off the white tiger’s unicorn horn, and at the same time, turned the blade and thrust it into the hard skull.
The demonic beast lowered its head, ending the pain of being continuously tormented by descending light.
“At last, that’s over.”
Lifa watched from the side as the white-haired brave silently stepped forward, feeling indescribably happy.
As for Isis, she first peeled off the smooth fractured surface left after the horn fell, scraped it a few times with her sword.
The originally transparent color gradually changed to a color closer to amber. A fist-sized irregular crystal was embedded in the sword-hunting white tiger’s forehead.
“Isis, now that the Guardian is dead, the origin crystal can be taken directly.”
Ron explained from the side. Isis nodded, hooked her index finger and thumb in reverse, grasped the origin crystal, and with a little force, easily removed it.
“Isis, what’s the situation with him now?”
Ron was asking about Casalima. The hidden danger of the Demon King never allowed him to truly relax.
Especially his series of spirit-type skills. Perhaps at the beginning, they had caught the Demon King off guard.
But there was no reason for Casalima, who also used spirit and soul as his main attack methods, to just lie low. Moreover, the amplification effect of the soul dagger had diminished significantly compared to before.
“I don’t know.”
The white-haired brave tried to perceive the spiritual world, but the Demon King, who usually was extremely active in it, seemed to have disappeared without a trace.
This situation was not a good sign.
Ron and Isis exchanged glances, both aware of this. Especially Ron, who remembered the information the sword-hunting white tiger had revealed earlier, felt that the sense of crisis still remained.
It had only been a few days since he had met Isis and entered the magic beast forest. Apart from Rosalyn and the president of the Adventurer’s Guild, there were no other people who knew.
Would these two have the necessity and possibility to contact a demonic beast?
Ron couldn’t think of a motive. And if there was still an eye watching him from the shadows, then who could it be?
“Mr. Ron, processing the origin crystal still requires finding an Alchemist. For now…”
The origin crystal could not be directly absorbed. Before Ron and Isis found a more suitable and useful method, they needed a temporary plan to use it.
“You will become its new Guardian.”
Ron’s words confirmed the idea in Isis’s heart. This was the most suitable solution at the moment.
“To be able to find a Hero as its Guardian, I think if the origin crystal had a consciousness, it would be more than happy.”
Ron had concerns about Casalima in his heart, but he still made a joke to ease the atmosphere.
“Mr. Ron, no wonder you and Master—you and he became friends.”
Isis, considering that Lifa was present, only touched on this topic briefly.
“Hmm… is that so?”
Hearing the Hero speak of another identity of himself, Ron’s expression became somewhat unnatural.
If the matter of the origin crystal could be concluded like this, then he should think about how to handle his relationship with Isis.
Taking the Hero, a legendary adventurer, to school?
Ron thought that the matter of him and Lifa enrolling in the Royal Academy would also include Isis, and he couldn’t help but feel troubled. Moreover, he had promised Isis that he would take her to meet her Master.
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