2-33 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

Download the shortcut for Thousand Feather's Novel Station to your desktop. Bookmark Thousand Feather's Novel Station Hi, undefined My Bookshelf | View Messages | View Profile | Log Out Thousand Feather's Novel Station Message: Via Email, In-station Message Point Rules Solve Jumping to Another Site Home My Bookshelf Fantasy Novels Cultivation Novels Urban Novels Time Travel Novels Online Game Novels Science Fiction Novels Rankings All Novels Night Mode Thousand Feather's Novel Station > Fantasy Novels > How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess? > Volume 2 Chapter 33 ~ Clash of Storms Volume 2 Chapter 33 ~ Clash of Storms Vote for recommendation Previous chapter ← Chapter Directory → Next chapter Bookmark Popular Recommendations: Turned into a Little Dragon Princess by Silver Dragon Queen The Villainous Young Master Can't Possibly Be a Saintess? 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Speaking of which, even if Aesphyra contributed ninety-nine percent of the effort and output, didn't he at least contribute one percent?? Surely a glance could count as an assist, right? Claiming the zealot as his own defeated enemy wasn't too far-fetched. The zealot, knocked back, struggled to stabilize himself, hot blood dripping alongside congealed icy blood; yet, the frozen droplets were few, overwhelmed by the flowing scalding blood that fell in sheets, melting the ice on contact. “Tsk, is this guy’s random [Alchemical Bloodline] so versatile? Fire, ice, and thunder elements all in one?” Wenny couldn't help but mutter. “Ugh!” The zealot crouched, wiping the scalding blood from his head, his hand trembling uncontrollably. "Petty human, you dare harm me!" Aesphyra's attack seemed to have truly enraged him. The nearly three-meter-tall creature emitted a noise like a shattered organ from his throat, driving his arms into the ground. Lightning and a storm erupted, combining into a novel force that surged fiercely before the front step of Blaze Hall. [Lightning Storm] Was this a dual-element storm? Wenny had once seen Ishtiya exhibit a tri-element storm during an entrance exam, so he still remembered it vividly. Multi-element storms are well-known on the continent of Teyrellis as highly prominent and challenging spells. While ordinary people might not recognize standard magic without magical aptitude, most had heard of multi-element storms due to their notoriety. These spells are famous for their grandeur and challenge, combining difficulty, power, and level, with stringent casting conditions. Only spellcrafters with sufficient elemental affinity and understanding can master them, and only soul mages can cast them. A multi-element storm is like a variety of milk teas, using milk and tea as a base to create diverse flavors. Similarly, using a storm as the foundation, different elements are combined to unleash a tempest carrying multiple elemental properties. The zealot's storm, composed of thunder and wind, demonstrated great affinity and control over these two elements, making his dual-element storm especially potent. Compared to the thunder unleashed with an enchanted ring earlier, his seemed like a joke; even before it hit, Wenny felt his bones tingling with numbness. And it was cast instantly: as a high-ranking acolyte of the Divine Alchemist, there was no preparation or anticipation for the zealot. His efforts and sweat paid off with immediate effects. He wanted to cast [Freezing Crescent Strike] to conjure an ice wall as a countermeasure, but sadly, it wasn't a spell he could use at will without cooldown. His magical arsenal was pitiful in comparison; he had either the enchanted abilities of [Piercing Ice Fang] or the option to bash with icy chains and headbutts. “Is this guy planning to ransack the place?” Wenny gritted his teeth. If this maniac kept it up, he might end up demolishing the top of the Holy Selina Cathedral. This ancient and pristine sanctuary of a thousand years, constructed with saintly silver and jasper that resists time’s erosion, each brick, and tile a priceless treasure—how much would this damage cost?? Luckily, Aesphyra intervened. Clutching the dazzling holy sword in her hands, Aesphyra used her jade-like fingers to weave incantations in the air, swiftly casting dozens of magical runes in the blink of an eye. Wenny watched in disbelief. Despite his soul being non-mage and unable to decipher them, he was astounded. These intricate and esoteric magical symbols were as perplexing as the high-level math he used to study, dense with symbols and numbers causing mental overload. Yet Aesphyra conjured dozens effortlessly with a wave of her hand. In her presence, even the most talented appeared dull. "Boom, boom, boom!" As the zealot's lightning storm raged on the cathedral’s second floor, Aesphyra reversed her grip on the holy sword, deftly slicing through the magical runes she had compressed, unleashing a storm of multiple elements against the opposing thunderstorm. With gods clashing, mortals wisely retreated; Wenny prudently stepped back several tens of meters to avoid being caught in any unforeseen area of effect from their confrontation. In response to the zealot's storm, Aesphyra retaliated with her own multi-element storm. "One, two, three, four…" Wenny counted, noting Aesphyra's storm contained four elements: lightning, earth, wind, and her specialty, fire. The resulting visual impact was astonishing. In Wenny’s eyes, the storm, infused with crimson lotus flames, roared with thunder at its core, gravel swirling at the edges, the ground beneath split by its path in destructive fury. Four-element storm, my goodness. Wenny swallowed hard. Theoretically, multi-element storms have no upper limit on element count; with sufficient skill and affinity, producing a nine-element storm is feasible. However, it's merely theory; no one in history has truly unleashed a nine-element storm. Leaving aside the basic requirements: a spellcaster soul type and high affinity with all elements—nearly impossible. Like an individual having strengths and flaws, no one is without limits—elemental affinities come with excellence and shortcomings, and it's impossible for someone to surpass them all. Moreover, some elements inherently clash fiercely (like light and dark, fire and ice, water and fire, and fire and nature), making fusion difficult. Even if someone managed it, the skill required is astronomical. Advancing from a three-element to a four-element storm isn’t merely adding one more; it’s a qualitative leap, one that simply achieving isn’t enough. Regrettably, Aesphyra fulfilled all these inhuman criteria. A [Hero] soul is a warrior type, yet can utilize all mage-type spells—this is the [Hero] soul’s feature. With her unparalleled affinity for fire and an overall outstanding affinity for all elements, Aesphyra theoretically has the potential to be the first in continental history to unleash a nine-element storm. Others might doubt it, but Wenny believes. Among first-year students, barely even three can conjure a tri-element storm, let alone a four-element one. However, make no mistake, four elements are not Aesphyra's limit. If she wills it, she might truly release a storm infused with nine elements in the future. Aesphyra's four-element storm clashed with the zealot's dual-element storm, consuming each other's magical essence violently as they battled, the roof and supporting beams of the second floor took significant damage. "Hey, can you both be a bit more careful? If that ceiling collapses, we’re all in for trouble!" Wenny shouted, shielding his windswept hair, his voice drowned in the tumultuous clash of advanced magic. Yet, thankfully, Wenny's reminder was unnecessary—Aesphyra was already protecting the cathedral. Wenny suddenly noticed the cathedral's walls, floor, and support beams were wrapped in layers of water element barriers and earth shields. When did she conjure these?? Wenny failed to even catch sight of Aesphyra's spellcasting. And to encapsulate every inch of this grand hall with dense, multi-layered shields of various elements in such a short span—it’s more complex than mastering difficult calculus while simultaneously addressing other subjects’ challenges, needing more than just multitasking. Wenny found himself questioning yet again. Is this petite enigma truly human?? Why is the disparity between people so vast?? Honestly, Wenny was beginning to understand the sentiments of the novel’s heroines; with her assured confidence and steadfast nature—as unyielding and flawless as a silver-haired girl could be—gender wasn't a complication. This overwhelmingly powerful, multifaceted, and charming silver-haired maiden—could you resist her? Of course, he only slightly understood their perspective; it didn’t change his view of her as a heartbreaker. "Speaking of which..." Just as Wenny meant to say something, he paused, hand outstretched. He realized Aesphyra had even cloaked him with numerous transparent water and earth shields. Is she protecting him?? Wenny wasn’t sure if he should praise Aesphyra's attentiveness. Frankly, his emotions were conflicted. Never did he expect to be treated with such care by Aesphyra. But... Wenny furrowed his brows. In doing so, Aesphyra’s actions were constrained. She mentioned before that in life-or-death combat, dividing focus is perilous and can be deadly. For instance, splitting magic and effort to protect him and the cathedral. Who'd have thought Aesphyra would be so devout, investing so much to safeguard these millennia-old relics? Yet, as a result, her magical energy drain was immense, her attention divided, and given the zealot’s powerful dual-element storm, comparable to a tri-element storm, even Aesphyra couldn’t quickly best him in such a situation. It’s terrifying enough—Aesphyra's age, her grade? Her four-element storm should’ve partially suppressed the dual-element, but her magic and focus seemed strained, ending in a draw. As the tumultuous storm subsided, Wenny, unable to open his eyes against its wrath, stared dazedly at his surroundings. Incredible as it was, the temple remained unharmed even after the intense multi-element storm battle. The destructive potential of a multi-element storm is immense; however, Aesphyra managed both combat while simultaneously mitigating its effects through water and earth elements. A slight misstep could've led to disaster. Observing the silver-haired girl, untouched and unperturbed, her aura exuding assuredness and grace as if the chaotic battle hadn’t fazed her—looking immaculate, not a hair misplaced. Is this the reserve of the strong? "Human, you are indeed formidable, but overly cautious," the zealot shook his head. "You are bound by humanity, laden with concerns, while I am different. My sole deed is to shatter your deceitful [Order], nothing more." "My purposes are distinct and pure, thus, you won't defeat me." "You’re decent as well, the first to endure so many rounds in open combat with me," Aesphyra replied with a faint smile. "Still boasting? Together we’ve stalemated you long enough. When the battle instructors find a moment to join, you’re done for, pal. Better flee while you can!" Wenny yelled, attempting psychological strategy. "Heh, know this: our infiltrators at Carrillion Academy are out in full force," the zealot chuckled. "Our covert presence serves one aim—biding time to strike down Carrillion Academy, this grand quarry, in one fatal blow." "Failing to seize that chance meant perpetual concealment, so why presume this was mere skirmishing??" "After exposing so many agents, did you think we came just to jest lightly with you??" the zealot remarked humorously.