As Zorat moved with the grandknight in the direction of the saintess’s fancy fort, he began to think of just how fortunate this entire scenario was.

Even as he was making preparations for Ariana, he was also thinking about ways to get an in with the saintess. Because he was aware she was always distant from everybody else....

And coming up with some lame reason would only serve to worsen the already shaky foundation upon which their hopefully long-term and resourceful relationship would be constructed

It was already clear to Zorat that the saintess wasn’t entirely ordinary.

There were lots of questions surrounding her existence.

She wasn’t averse to Zorat; she also wasn’t on a favorable stance, even after Zorat had used his charm on her on the very first day they arrived in this world.

At first, it seemed to have worked, and Zorat could draw from that that her willpower was not that strong, only average.

However, the fact that she’s been able to push back that influence ever since then, making it seem like it never happened, says otherwise.

No one also appears to be addressing the fact that someone so young was already at the paragon realm peak stage.

Granted, the growth speed in this world was unusual, and since she’s also from the enigmatic Holy Sea... there might be some special ways they do things, but it still felt off.

If Zorat were to ballpark in a guess, the saintess’s actual physical age.... It would be around nineteen human years, and at most, maybe twenty.

That means she did in a year or two what most people in this world take about fifty to hundreds of years to accomplish, depending on their talent.

Because Zorat had been made to understand that eighteen years of age was the usual age people awaken to mana in this world...

A very inefficient way, in Zorat’s opinion, since demons are forced to learn how to sense energy and channel it from the moment they are spawned, or they simply die at the hands of others who are stronger and faster.

But when he considers how slowly those in the hell dimension grow since they do things the organic way, and how fast those of the world of Arleria level up.... It sort of balances off.

There might also be a sort of trap in this arrangement.....

Since young minds are most open to the wonders of nature and reality, they have a stronger bond to creation’s laws, which slowly dissipate with time.

So, nascent years are the perfect time to start digging into the understanding of runes and subsequent channeling of energy.

Who exactly started this tradition that eighteen was the safest age to awaken mana, and was their aim actually to cause the people of this world to be less in touch with creation’s laws?

Was it the giant figure that is the Holy Sea? And what exactly is their agenda?

Zorat smiled a little, as he wouldn’t have to ponder most of these questions for much longer....

Someone who might very well have all the answers had just summoned him to talk.

Since all tents were set close to each other to maximize safety, the saintess’s tent was just a few meters away from Zorat’s tent, and in no time, they were already at the entrance of her fort-like tent. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The knight stopped at the entrance and simply returned to his position guarding the front of the fort, and Zorat proceeded inside.

The inside was just as luxurious as it appears on the outside, maybe even more so.

There were soft cushioning rugs on the floor, a running transportable fireplace, an ornate desk and two fancy chairs, a large fluffy mattress, and bolsters made of silky white soft beast skin.

The lingering scent of hibiscus was in the air, bringing together the warmth of the atmosphere.

And behind the ornate desk, seated in the head seat, wearing a shimmering mix of opal colored satin night gown...

Sylvara scrutinized Zorat intently with her beautiful golden eyes as he walked in....

Zorat also did the same....

Even though he had seen her stats once before, he still ran his authority, abyssal gaze on her again for good measure.....

~~~~~🔥~~~~~

{Name: Sylvara Thorne}

{Level: 75 }

{HP: 4590 / 4590 }

{MP: 600 / 600 }

{STR: 205 }

{DEF: 170 }

{SPD: 145 }

{Affinity: Light}

{Skills: Light Chain (S) || Light Blessing (S) || Leadership (A)}

{Special Skill: Oracle (SSS)

~~~~~🔥~~~~~

Zorat had to admit that this saintess had one of the most interesting-looking stats among all the others he’s seen in this world so far.

Though she was at the same level as Victor, while Victor is only at the late stage of the paragon realm, Sylvara was already at the peak and slowly approaching the realm of half-step transcendent at such a young age.

The growth speed was simply ridiculous.

There was also that peculiar special skill she possesses, called oracle.

Though it was of a very high grade in terms of this world’s standards, to Zorat, it was useless.

That skill, if Zorat were to make a guess, was what connects her, even though mildly, to the actual entity that runs this world, sort of like a mark.

Her impressive saintess abilities might also come from that... and Zorat always had a feeling that there was more to that skill he still hasn’t uncovered yet.

Zorat’s interest in Sylvara was purely for information, as none of her abilities had ever interested him, but that doesn’t mean they are not just as powerful and even broken like that of the heroes.

"Welcome, Caleb Cole.... Please, have a seat...." Sylvara said, smiling warmly as Zorat entered.

This time, she was holding proper eye contact with him, unlike the other times.

"I am sorry for inviting you over so late..... It’s just.... We are always on the move, you know." Sylvara muttered apologetically as she poured Zorat a cup of already-made and piping hot herbal tea from the kettle on her desk.

"Think nothing of it, Saintess.... You can call me anytime." Zorat said, smiling back as he sat down and received the tea, before setting it down in front of him.

"Don’t be so formal, Caleb.... Just call me Sylvara," she said as she sat back down with her golden eyes on Zorat.

"Alright then, Sylvara.... What can this humble one possibly do for the benevolent saintess?" Zorat followed up with a soft smile, and he could immediately see the saintess’ expression turn serious.

Sylvara interlocked her fingers on the desk as she said to Zorat in an almost accusatory tone.

"You... "

"What are your origins?"