The Princess Kidnapping System Made Me OP-Chapter 79: The Hero’s Blade

The hero’s blade was also known as the living sword.

They were weapons most people knew little about. Forged and handed out by the heroic order, no two blades were alike.

Save for the special skills that the blade granted its bearers, the heroic blade had one other function, identifying threats.

In the presence of Demons, evil spirits, monsters and sometimes dragons... the hero’s blade would light up whenever it deemed anything a threat to either the hero, or people in general.

But it would only react this way in the presence of those four categories.

Add the fact that he was a dragon, to his growing animosity for heros— it was no wonder the blade had sparked to life.

Wise scoffed and pulled out his blade, Sky piercer, the blade’s untainted metal catching the light like a mirror.

"Only a fool would draw his blade unprovoked.

He rotated the blade in his hand and took a step forward— then he thrust, slowly but deliberately, his blade clashing against Elias’ with a low but threatening thrum.

"Tell me, Hero..."

He spat the word like it was poison, doing little to hide his disdain.

"...Do we have a problem?"

Elias smiled darkly. "My blade does not lie."

"Elias, what are you doing?" Sara whispered sharply, glancing apologetically at Wise. "Put your blade down."

He glanced at Sara, but he did not drop his blade. Instead, he stared deeply into Wise’s eyes as though trying to unravel the mysteries that lay buried within them.

Whoosh!

A surge of energy exploded out of his body, a noble golden aura that caused the room to tremble.

His hair was flying in the air, and his eyes took a golden tint as he tried to intimidate Wise with his heroic aura.

Demons and monsters would tremble at such a display.

It was a test, a ploy to see how he would react.

But Wisae was unfazed, his gaze remined just as cold and his stance just as deadly.

Elias smiled.

The golden aura suddenly fell, but his sword lingered, only dropping a few seconds later as he placed it back in its sheath, although with a little difficulty due to the sword’s protest.

"I seem to have made a mistake, forgive my error." Elias bowed. "Let’s go."

As they walked past him, Wise locked eyes with the man once more before they exited the guild, before sheathing his blade.

’That one might be a bit troublesome.’

For whatever reason, Wise was sure he would be seeing the hero a lot more frequently.

Thankfully, that fit into his agenda quite perfectly.

After all, he had a lot of questions to ask as well, and who knows? Maybe he might just be the hero Wise was searching for.

**

Jacob hurried after Elias who was angrily storming down the street, when he finally got to him he grabbed his shoulder to pull him to a stop.

Sara then walked in front of him and frowned. "You are always absent minded when you get upset. What is the matter?"

"And your sword just now, was that you or..."

"It was my sword." Elias said, glancing back the way he had come.

Sara frowned deeply, her eyes widening at the realization of what he meant. "But he looks human," she muttered to herself. "What does it mean?"

Elias’ face darkened as his eyes swirled with an unknown emotion. "I don’t know, but I will find out."

"One way or the other."

***

After their unpleasant meeting with the hero, Wise and the princesses returned to the receptionist’s desk, where Charlotte was patiently waiting for their return.

When they got to her, she stood up and directed them around the counter to a wooden door.

"Right this way, and please try not to get into any further confrontations with Elias," she complained as she led them.

The door led to a moderately sized room painted stark white. There was a single window at the other end of the room to allow air to enter it, two chairs, one of which a man was sleeping on.

But what stood out the most about the room was the contraption that was resting by the wall.

It looked like a podium made of stone that stood about twenty inches in size and forty inches in breath, large enough for a single person to stand on.

There were yellow gliding lines that trailed down from each part of the device and countless complex rune patterns drawn on it.

Charlotte walked up to the man who was sleeping on the job, and kicked the chair with a resounding bang.

The man panicked, and fell off the chair, lading unceremoniously on his back. "You little demon!" he cursed, standing up with both hands pressed on his aching side.

"Are you trying to get me killed!?"

"You have visitors you lazy oaf!"

"Huh?" The man turned around, still glaring when he saw Wise and the girls staring at him blankly.

"Uhum!" He fake coughed, righting his clothes.

"I see you’re here to get your adventurers’ ID," he said, reading from the paper Charlotte handed him.

"Alright, I’ll explain the process, at least the part that I understand..."

"This machine right here," he said pointing at the podium. "... will read the fluctuations of your spiritual energy and craft a ’Stat Card’ for you."

’Stat card? Could he mean...’

"What do you mean by stat card?" Freya said, asking the question Wise had in his mind.

"It is a small card that actively displays details about you. Like your level and your affinity. It is very handy if you want to track your progress as you grow as adventurers."

"Note that it will only update when you have it close to you, it will lose its efficiency if it is too far away."

’So it was just like the system but a far more archaic version of it.’

Still, it would be very useful, to the girls at least...

The man went on to explain a few more things before they started the process.

It took about two hours but after waiting, the man presented them with their IDs.

Wise glanced at the card. It was sleek and black, with a blue glow surrounding the edges of the card.

He noticed that the glow was not the same for others. Daphne for instance had a purple glow around her card while Daphne’s card was a blue-back colour.

On the surface of the card was His name, inscribed in a cursive handwriting.

—Wise SkyFire

And below that name, the area for level read level twenty five. But as for affinity, instead of a flame, rock or plant to describe his affinity...

He had the words ’Inconclusive’ written on it.

It only made sense considering how unnatural having five affinities must have been.

"Alright, we’ll take our leave now. Thank you for your help Charl."

Charlotte smiled and gave him a thumbs up. "Heading to the ruins now?"

Wise nodded, "I’m hoping we can start early."

The petite woman was running her hands together, a greedy glint in her eyes and she kicked her lips.

"Good luck, I hope you run into a lot of monst—ah, I mean I hope you have fun training, hehehe." Charlotte laughed nervously.

’Yeah, you’re not fooling anyone.’

With the sun barely up, and the chill of winter becoming more oppressive by the hour.

Wise and the princesses began their journey to the Skentic ruins.

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