The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 713 - 734: An Unexpected Partner

Chapter 713 -734: An Unexpected Partner

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“No,” Lancelot said decisively, shaking his head, a response that clearly surprised the Angel.

“But you just saved this town, even facing an Abyssal Lord for it…”

“If you ask me if I’ve risked a great deal to save others, I would proudly tell you I have, many times,” Lancelot shrugged, “but you asked if I will, and to that I cannot give you a positive response. I won’t always be busy saving others, nor will I demand to save everyone, but I will do everything in my power to protect those who are important to me… or other lives.”

“Is that so…” Zariel nodded thoughtfully, “Thank you for your honesty. There is no right answer to this question. Although it is not what I expected, your belief can still make the multiverse a better place.”

“Thanks for understanding,” Lancelot smiled, “This is all a test, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” the Angel lifted the blue-green Treasured Sword in his hand, “I wanted to see if you are worthy of possessing this sword.”

“I guess I’m not the person you were hoping for.”

“Not entirely,” Zariel smiled again, “But you have passed nonetheless. When you go out, you will be able to draw the Sword of Zariel from the Holy Throne and use it to fight evil…”

“Wait a minute.” Lancelot raised his palm, “I still have some questions. Who are you exactly? A Spirit Fragment left by Zariel?”

“No, I am not, although I wish I were,” the Angel revealed a peculiar expression, placing the Longsword between them, “I am the Sword of Zariel.”

“I figured as much; I’d guessed it long ago.”

A male voice suddenly spoke, deep, elegant, and magnetic. The only problem was, it did not belong to anyone present. Lancelot raised his arm, looking at the shortsword in his hand with a strange expression, and asked his weapon:

“Starlight Strike? Are you talking?”

“Ah yes,” the pleasant middle-aged male voice spoke up again, followed by a whirl of twinkling stardust that appeared in front of Lancelot, eventually coalescing into the form of a male Elf with silvery hair, bronze skin, and a deep blue robe adorned with stars, “At last we meet, Sir Lancelot. What a pleasure.”

“Hang on…” Lancelot’s face was full of disbelief, “You have sentience? Why speak to me only now?”

“For a sword that was buried underground for countless centuries, awakening takes time, and here I can manifest a tangible form,” Starlight Strike said apologetically, “I also needed to observe what kind of person you are, and you’ve seldom used me, so rarely that I began to doubt myself…”

“I’m really sorry, you obviously have no issues, it’s just that most enemies don’t require your intervention…” Lancelot scratched his head sheepishly, “But since you’re willing to speak with me, that should mean you’re somewhat satisfied with your observations, right?”

“Of course. But a more pressing reason is that I need to speak in your favor in front of your companions,” the surface of the shortsword flickered, “Greetings, Sword of Zariel, I am Starlight Strike, the treasured sword of the former Aira Celestial King Consort, Eskodel.”

“I have heard of you,” spoke the Sword of Zariel through the form of its former master, “Legend has it that the Queen of Stars forged you with a fragment from the Stellar Realm; is that true?”

“Legends say so, but I also do not know if that is the truth, and I suspect you are no clearer on the process of your own creation,” the Elf chuckled, “But this conversation isn’t about me; it’s about Sir Lancelot, my current master…”

“If a Holy Relic of the Aira Celestials holds you in such regard, I have no doubts about Sir Lancelot…”

“Things are not so simple,” Starlight Strike shook his head, “Sir Lancelot is a highly skilled, staunch-minded, experienced warrior with a noble Soul full of kindness, righteousness, and compassion…”

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“You flatter me,” Lancelot touched his nose with embarrassment, “I’m not as perfect as you say…”

“I haven’t gotten to your flaws yet,” the middle-aged Elf looked at him with a smile, “First of all, your greed is beyond the imagination of ordinary people… Don’t deny it, remember what you did on the Iron Ice Plains; a normal person would never even entertain such thoughts, let alone act on them.”

“Alright, I suppose you have a point,” Lancelot raised his hands, “but I must defend myself, my greed has always been directed at enemies, and I never intended to keep all the spoils of war…”

“Hahaha, that is true, you are indeed generous with money, which is one of the reasons I like you,” the Elf laughed heartily, “The second point… you’re a bit lecherous, shall I elaborate?”

“No need,” Lancelot said, scratching his head awkwardly, “but I think since you have observed me for so long, you must have also observed… the people I’ve come into contact with, right?”

“Yes, and I was indeed startled at first,” the Elf’s expression turned serious as he turned to address the Angel, who was curiously listening to their conversation, “I must make this clear to you now… the Human Knight he now serves is a Succubus named Tijana, ruling over a Neutral Town called Twin Bridges Town on the Plains of the Abyss.”

Zariel’s face became momentarily blank, clearly not expecting to hear such information, but just as her expression was about to ignite with rage, the graceful Elf once again spoke:

“But this Succubus is also an anomaly among the Tanari; she appears to be… not so evil, even occasionally showing a glimmer of kindness.”

“What?” the Angel exclaimed in surprise, “How is that possible?”

“I too am very curious and have tried to discover the reasons behind it, but the fact remains as such, and before her, I was briefly wielded by another kind Succubus Paladin who stabbed the infamous ‘Mother of Demons’ Cang Ye… That was truly a delightful experience,” said the middle-aged Elf with a not-so-elegant joke, “My advice to you is to be patient, observe from the shadows like I did, and unless Sir Lancelot truly commits some evil deed that you cannot tolerate, do not rush to judgment.”

“…Thank you for your advice,” said the Angel, taking a deep breath, “I will keep it in mind, let’s go back…”

“Just one more moment,” Lancelot spoke up again, “I have some other questions… this town, Aldergran, what is its true fate?”