Chapitre 70: Far Away Land
The last act of defiance of Roderst before being wholly conquered and made pawns of the monster queen was to send the hero away, as far away as possible, so that no monstruous paws could even dream of scratching at her.
The heroine, still young and inexperienced had been blessed with a heroic power, one incredibly similar to that of the first hero even if lesser, it was still many times greater than the silver and dull gold of the silver knights, a truly brilliant golden.
Roderman had had companion's in arms in his younger years, before he ascended to the throne, he had sent her alongside a few others to be protected and hopefully, trained to take on the adversities.
Alongside Superstes, the king had sent Blouvier, the royal mage had taken her assistant with her as well and the heroine had obviously brought her three party members alongside with her.
The three adventurers were a bit weird except for Lolianth but they were her only friends and since she could bring them along, why not do it.
For this great voyage, they had first made use of Blouvier's magical knowledge, while it couldn't hold a candle to her ability to drink twice as much alcohol as she weighed before passing out, it was still greater than most.
The wretch scouring through the royal castle hallways hadn't been there at the time to catch a glimpse of the impressive installation, which was a room pre-made to be able to teleport a few people near one of the king's trusted friends.
Though, near was only used because the place was so far away rom Roderst, even the magnificent teleportation array empowered and strengthened by all of the possible magical knowledge couldn't bring them directly hear, leaving them to travel for a long while thereafter.
They had teleported when the preparations for the duels were about to begin, meaning that it had been a few years already.
It had taken them a whole year after the teleportation to reach the king's friend, and this was by carriage, luxury of Blouvier's spacious spatial bag that was mostly filled with booze and also a few other useful things here and there.
A carriage powered by mana, not by ambient mana mind you, everyone needed to get to work to get it to move, especially when going up a steep path.
In any case, they had reached this friend of the king after traversing lands that were completely different from what they were used to, for once, there were an absurd amount of mountains and bodies of water scattered everywhere.
It was simple, you could nearly always see at least one of those at all times.
Not to mention the mountains were humongous and the water always deep and dark.
Despite the arduous landscape free of civilisation, no monsters ever showed up to block their ways, some could be see moving around but it seemed like the ones from around here had a deep fear of people.
As for the friend of the king, he lived in a fort but was no king, it had clearly been abandoned and hadn't seen much care to restore it, the place had a tall tower and at the top of it was where the former companion in arms spent his days.
He only had two moods, no talking or too much talking.
He always wore an armor whose design Superstes had never encountered before today, his swordsmanship and blade were also completely alien to her, she had come from a place where people wielded straight, double-bladed sword and where plate armor was the best you could have.
Even if one relied more on evasion and swiftness, one would want to get a better armor anyways.
In comparison, the man's armor wasn't quite as protective but offered more flexibility and more agility, whilst also being much cheaper of course.
Although, the helm he wore was closer to what she used to, acting as a sort of cage that closed around his head, making him appear as one of those fencers she had seen when staying at the royal castle.
He appeared a greyish and dark figure as he sat in the highest floor of the tower, in this room, the ground was bright and highly reflective.
He called himself Solitar or Sir Solitar.
A self-given name, he resided alone in this secluded castle and was a warrior unlike any other Superstes had ever met.
He wielded a long sword, the blade was somewhat curved and only had one sharp side, the handle was excessively long, almost as long as the blade itself, which was one meter long.
He always seemed easily predictable and slow but he struck with great force and speed with nearly all of his blows.
It certainly was a learning experience to meet this strange weapon and style.
But the fighting was only when Sir Solitar was in his no speaking mood, otherwise, he would ramble on and on about the blade and such.
Which was why Superstes always hoped that she could be getting her ass kicked for the day rather than listening to him, he dealt much more damage to her with his words than with his blade and kicks.
She stepped into the reflective room.
'This place is always so clean, I wonder if he is scrubbing this place clean whenever he is alone...' she wondered, hoping that he would stand up from his sitting position, indicating that he wished to fight but he didn't, his blade remained on the ground, neatly placed to his side.
Whenever he would stand up after she stepped inside, his shadow would be casted over her.
Superstes was pretty tall herself, taller than most grown men and knights, though she remained incredibly thin, giving her a very strange shape, capable of giving Faceless Lord a run for his money.
No matter how much she trained and gain muscle mass, this fact didn't change, even her muscles were lanky as hell.
Today, Sir Solitar felt like speaking but not of his usual rambles, he lightly pointed at her weapon.
"Do you know about this weapon's true potential? Who it is that mastered this sort of weapon?" he suddenly asked, he never asked question usually and now, he had asked two at once!
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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