Chapitre 78: Arc 2 - rage of a holy sword (WARNING! Contains ntr.)

Meanwhile, in the Holy kingdom, a seventeen-year-old Jacob Lorson sat in the middle of the forest, leaning against the tree.

"Insane." He exclaimed as he extended his hand as if he was holding a weapon. The next moment, a holy sword appeared in his hand.

"After all these years of being deemed a cripple..." he muttered as he swung the weapon while still sitting on the grass. The weapon released a blast of energy, which cut the nearby trees into thousands of pieces. "The sun has finally risen... I can feel it! The power!"

Suddenly, a shadow shot past him, only to land right beside him. It seemed like it had been teleported there. Araniel watched over him with a smile on her face. She knew that the kid had just become a hero, but she wasn't worried. As long as the world continues treating him as it did, Jacob will become a perfect soldier for Lucifer. Araniel smiled at him and then vanished back into thin air.