Chapter 90: It’s Raining
What the hell?
Lance’s eyes widened, completely unable to believe the reality before him.
His sword, while not capable of splitting mountains like his master, still weighed thousands of pounds; how could it be stopped by a mere butterfly that was barely the size of a palm?
Lance refused to believe it. Battle Qi gushed from his entire body, and the Seven Star Slash immediately burst forth with dazzling light.
Yet the butterfly remained unfazed, simply fluttering its wings softly, floating in the air. No matter how hard Lance tried, it showed no sign of retreating an inch.
“Damn it!” Lance shouted. He didn’t know why, but he felt that the appearance of this butterfly was meant to humiliate him.
How could he endure this?
In the next moment, Lance raised his sword high, gripping it with both hands as his mana and battle qi surged at the same time.
“Seven Star Annihilation Slash.”
Lance shouted without hesitation, directly unleashing his ultimate move.
A gray-white light shone from the blade, and the Seven Star Slash, carrying an overwhelming pressure, slashed toward the tiny butterfly.
Just as Lance’s sword technique was about to land, the black butterfly’s form instantly dissipated, transforming into a jet-black mana that easily evaded Lance’s strike, then passed through his body and disappeared into the air.
“What?”
Lance’s eyes widened immediately. He spun around, scanning his surroundings to find where the butterfly had gone, but he couldn’t find it anywhere.
Until he felt a chill from above his head.
He looked up and saw the black butterfly dancing gracefully in the night sky, a powerful magic bullet formed instantly, descending from above.
“Boom!”
A massive explosion suddenly erupted, and Lance spat out blood, flying backward and crashing hard to the ground.
Everyone present was stunned. Although Lance was despicable, he was indeed an authentic Saint Tier Expert, yet now he had been defeated by a small butterfly.
Wait, why does this sound so familiar?
Suddenly, everyone remembered.
Yes, it’s Shadie!!!
“You can’t even defeat a mere butterfly, and I thought you were impressive. But this is all you can do.”
A clear and crisp voice rang out, and countless black butterflies appeared out of nowhere, swirling in the dark night sky, transforming into a small figure.
Dressed in a magnificent outfit, wearing a stylish cloak, with fair skin and exquisite features, the adorable black-haired girl descended from the sky like a savior.
“How beautiful.”
Everyone involuntarily expressed the same sentiment in their hearts, as if her stunning beauty did not belong to this world—pure, white, and without a trace of pollution.
“Who are you?!”
A huge roar rang out, and Elrose lifted her head slightly, seeing the bloodied Lance struggling to stand up slowly from the ground, still holding the Seven Star Slash.
The power of that magic bullet had far exceeded his imagination. If it weren’t for the automatic defense function of the Seven Star Slash, he might have already met his end.
With a sweet smile, she twirled in place twice: “I’m quite famous in Mornhart. Don’t you know who I am?”
“Tsk.”
Lance clicked his tongue. The girl before him had a lovely and delicate appearance that undoubtedly reached SSR levels, but at this moment, he felt no desire toward her at all. He already had a rough idea of who she was. She was far too famous. Her black hair, enormous cloak, and that peculiar butterfly all matched the tales he had heard.
The girl who shattered meteors, the savior of Mornhart, the Magical Girl, Shadie.
Lance’s expression darkened to the extreme. If Shadie’s strength was consistent with the rumors, then her power was even beyond that of his master; even if there were ten of him, they would be no match for her.
Realizing everything, Lance quickly sheathed the Seven Star Slash and displayed a friendly smile, slightly bowing: “Hello, lovely lady. I am Lance Griffin, the sixth guardian of the human realm, the Lionheart Sword Saint, a disciple of Ryan. It’s such an honor to meet you.”
Lance chose not to introduce himself with his own title, knowing he was just an ordinary Saint Tier Expert, likely unworthy of her attention, so he took advantage of his master’s name.
“The Lionheart Sword Saint, Ryan? Who’s that? I don’t know him.” Elrose shook her head, then added, “But you, Lance Griffin, I know who you are.”
“Oh, really?” Lance was taken aback, his heart suddenly lightened. When did his own title become more prominent than his master’s?
Yes, I know you.
The infamous scoundrel, a worthless piece of trash destined to die.
“Swish!”
Lance’s heart fell to the bottom. The hostility radiating from Shadie was already very evident.
But the question was, why?
Had he offended her in some way?
“May I ask why you suddenly attacked me?” Lance said coldly.
“Good question!” Elrose raised her right hand, her jet-black cloak fluttering in the wind. “My name is ‘Shadow,’ the messenger of justice, a warrior of love and peace. And to your question, I have only four words.”
“Eradicate evil and punish wrongdoers, to act on behalf of heaven.” Elrose enunciated each word clearly and forcefully.
“Good!”
As soon as Elrose finished speaking, the crowd erupted in cheers.
“Shadie is amazing!”
“Go, Shadie!”
“Let’s take down that big bad guy!”
“Defeat Lance, drive that fool out of Karashok!”
“……”
Lance’s face turned dark, but he still defended himself: “Well, Shadie, don’t listen to those ignorant fools. I didn’t do anything today; they attacked me out of nowhere. This is completely self-defense.”
“Is that so?” Elrose smiled slightly. “If you want to know whether you are guilty, just ask it.”
With a smile, Elrose slowly extended her right index finger toward the sky.
At the same time, the butterfly that had defeated Lance began to stir again.
The black butterfly flapped its wings once more and quickly flew to Elrose’s finger, quietly landing on it.
At that moment, the crowd suddenly noticed that a ring-like object seemed to be hanging from the butterfly’s antennae.
Elrose gently stroked the butterfly’s wings, smiling slightly: “Well done.”
The black butterfly bowed slightly, then transformed into black mana that re-entered Elrose’s body, leaving only the object, quietly resting in her palm.
Elrose smiled widely and raised the object above her head: “Lance, do you recognize this?”
Lance froze momentarily, then his eyes widened: “My ring!”
Lance quickly looked at his right hand, only to see it empty. The storage ring that should have been on his middle finger, the most important one to him, had vanished.
“When did you…”
“Don’t worry about that.” Elrose interrupted Lance’s words loudly, smiling coldly. “Now, let me list your crimes.”
With a slight exertion of her little hand, the storage ring immediately began to make a shattering sound.
Seeing this, Lance rushed forward, desperately crying out: “Stop!!!”
But.
He was still a step too late.
“Crack!”
The storage ring shattered suddenly.
And then, it began to “rain.”
And it was a rain of soft fabric.
