anovelconsole Chapter 1760 - 1187: I Will Never Cross Swords with You Again
Chapter 1760 - 1187: I Will Never Cross Swords with You Again
"Enough."
As the entire voice echoed in the field and reached the ears of both Reiger and "Tibian," their actions simultaneously stalled.
Reiger’s fist no longer struck "Tibian’s" body.
"Tibian," preparing to release his hidden treasure, abruptly stopped his movements as well.
At the same time, a chill emanated from afar, silently spreading like a blizzard, freezing the ground into ice wherever it passed.
Soon, a footstep followed the quietly spreading chill, stepping onto this battlefield.
Ice-blue eyes.
Ice-blue long hair.
An exquisite face, yet as cold as frost.
Holding an ice crystal-like sword emitting an astonishing chill, the girl approached across the ice, ethereal and beautiful amidst the ice wind, coldly radiant.
"The Ice Maiden... Sister...!"
The reckless madness in "Tibian’s" eyes gradually transformed into obsession and anxiety.
Reiger squinted, expressionless as he released his grip, allowing the bruised and battered "Tibian" to slip from his hand and fall to the ground.
Charity, who approached across the ice, stared at Reiger for a moment, and then looked at "Tibian" who had fallen to the ground.
Looking at someone who was supposed to be her companion, observing his wretched state, Charity’s eyes showed no trace of heartbreak or anger, only loathing and coldness.
She appeared entirely as though she was looking at an unsightly obstacle.
"Tibian" realized that his heart hurt more than the injuries on his body at that moment.
Though in the past, Charity always looked at him with such eyes, the seemingly frivolous but inwardly sensitive "Tibian" noticed that this time was different.
In the past, though Charity looked at him with such eyes, "Tibian" knew that in her eyes, he was ultimately insignificant.
In other words, even if she showed a look of disgust, it was only temporary, possibly forgotten by her the next moment.
But this time it was different.
No, perhaps it should be said that since the day of the sword battle at the Queen’s training ground, Charity’s gaze had taken on a different significance.
The disgust in Charity’s eyes now was certainly not temporary.
She genuinely found "Tibian" to be unpleasant and irritating.
Even more unbearable for "Tibian" was the fact that despite the revulsion, Charity didn’t seem inclined to say anything to him.
It was as if she already had nothing to say to him, as she directly averted her gaze, entirely ignoring him.
Her gaze ultimately rested on Reiger.
"You actually didn’t have to bother with him, you could have just come to me directly."
Charity spoke these words indifferently.
Clearly, she had roughly guessed what had transpired after she extended the invitation to Reiger.
To this, Reiger had only one thing to say.
"I dislike being bothered all the time," Reiger stated without expression, "When he interrupts me repeatedly, thinking I won’t lose my temper without some consequence."
"Isn’t it more than just a consequence?" Charity retorted coldly, "If I hadn’t come, were you planning to kill him?"
Reiger didn’t answer this question but instead looked at Charity.
Then, Charity understood.
"Your eyes tell me that it wouldn’t just be him; even if it were me, if I repeatedly troubled you, you’d kill me too, right?"
Her exceptional intuition worked as always, but although speaking of something so terrifying, Charity’s tone was still so calm, so indifferent.
As if, to her, it wasn’t even worth mentioning.
Even though the man in front of her wanted to kill her.
"Speak." Reiger didn’t waste words on meaningless matters but got straight to the point: "Why are you here?"
"What do you want?"
"What is your connection to that Abyssal Aura?"
Reiger’s questioning naturally received no response.
Charity silently raised her sword, pointing its tip at Reiger, then spoke.
"Come and spar with me."
When these words left Charity’s mouth, for a moment, Reiger felt he had returned to that day at the training ground in the Queen’s Palace.
That day, Charity had spoken to him in the same way.
The difference was, at that time, Charity’s tone was very calm and detached, with just a hint of anticipation.
But this time, when Charity spoke those words, they carried an obsession so clear it was noticeable even to outsiders.
It was an obsession lingering since that day.
It was an obsession stemming from the inability to determine a winner in that sword fight.
As if trying to regain something, Charity had brought this obsession here.
Yet before Reiger could say anything, "Tibian" reacted violently from the ground.
"No!" he shouted, agitated, "You cannot spar with him again!"
Why was he here, stopping Reiger?
Because he had realized that Charity’s true purpose in coming to the Hidden Land was not to act according to the temple’s doctrine, to complete a mission, but to continue the sword fight with Reiger from that day.
After that sword fight, the usually cold-hearted and emotionally detached Charity seemed almost possessed, ignoring affairs, even losing interest in food and drink, while intensively practicing her sword skills, becoming colder and more intense.