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Chapter 391: Loren's Stress Response to the Black and Green Color Scheme
Chapter 391: Loren's Stress Response to the Black and Green Color Scheme
The checkpoint before the Void Portal served as the final security measure.
"Due to the prison's absolute security guarantee, even if intern wardens encounter life-threatening situations in the middle levels, they may not receive rescue. If you sustain severe injuries, disabilities, or lose your life due to insufficient abilities, the prison will not be held accountable. You have all signed acknowledgment forms stating that you understand these terms when applying for the internship, correct?"
The warden, clad in Helrom's uniform, stared solemnly at the group of students led by Shubellyan and held a stack of documents in his hand.
"No problem," confirmed Shubellyan.
After a slight pause, the Great Poet, who was half a beat slower, nodded in agreement.
"Is she really here for the internship assessment?" The warden scanned the five students with contempt in his eyes as he fixed his gaze on the black-haired, green-eyed Great Poet.
The one leading them, Miss Mirian Milford, was evidently the captain, and the three silent students behind her exuded a powerful and unnerving aura. In stark contrast, the black-haired, green-eyed girl by her side seemed like she hadn't fully woken up yet.
However, this girl stood out and naturally drew people's gazes.
"That's just how she is, it's fine," Shubellyan sighed.
At that moment, the Great Poet beside her wore a pitch-black mask that resembled a restraining mask, firmly locking her jaw in place. This device served to weaken the effects of the lyric and spell-singing magic emanating from her body, preventing her from severely disturbing others' minds simply by opening her mouth.
Yet, even when she remained silent, her gaze was gentle and enchanting, her eyes clearer than the greenest of springs, as if she possessed innate love for all things in the world.
When she occasionally shifted her gaze, her hair and skirt swayed gently, and the unique floral fragrance that clung to her was like a soft summer song or an autumn breeze, captivating the heart and soul.
The restraining mask added a touch of unruly fierceness and danger to her appearance, but her demeanor still strongly conveyed that she was a rare beauty. This perfect touch of mystery further piqued one's curiosity about her true appearance.
In response to the warden's skepticism and intense gaze toward the black-haired, green-eyed Great Poet, the three Bastion Priests behind Shubellyan rolled their eyes, fixing their stare at the warden. This caused him to shiver involuntarily and subconsciously stop speaking.
"...As long as you understand the risks," the warden said, now realizing that this black-haired, green-eyed girl was the true core of the group, treated like a princess and protected by the three behind her.
"..." Shubellyan turned to look at the three individuals, at a loss for words.
These three were the trusted confidants personally cultivated by the Bastion Church, elite direct soldiers of the Bastion Branch. They had assumed that Shubellyan was also from their branch and had come under the Bishop's orders, disguised as a third-year student of Protoss Royal Magic Academy to assist Shubellyan and the Great Poet.
Originally, having these three elite fifth-order henchmen under her command should have been a happy occasion for Shubellyan.
However, the problem lay in what had happened the day before their departure. Ranchi had prepared new identities and academic credentials for them in the Snow Province, after which he and the Great Poet had conducted a short-term adaptive crash course for these three direct soldiers.
Now, there was something off about the way they looked at her.
Beyond loyalty and coldness, there was a hint of chaotic fanaticism in their eyes, as if they had achieved spiritual network synchronization and were willing to sacrifice everything for the Bastion Church and the Bastion Saint Child, their mother body.
This reminded Shubellyan once again of the team of five fighters from the Ikelite Academy, and she even found the three behind her more terrifying.
To be fair, the five fighters from the Ikelite Academy had at least started as normal, honest students before their transformation...
Whereas these three direct soldiers were already the elite foundation of the Resurrection Church.
Shubellyan couldn't fathom the level they had evolved to.
Without further ado, the warden let them pass, allowing them to quickly leave the base level and enter the negative first floor of the prison.
Although these five students appeared human and the Helrom Prison's comprehensive detection systems indicated they were pure humans, the warden couldn't shake the feeling that they were an elite squad of demons.
Shubellyan felt her human status being stripped away as the warden looked at her, and she hurriedly led the Great Poet and the two female and one male direct soldiers through the checkpoint and into the void portal, which had a deep purple water surface.
Suddenly, an invisible force seemed to pull the newcomers' bodies, attracting them into an endless unknown world. With a brief sound, their vision disappeared, and a sudden acceleration of weightlessness made them feel as if they were falling through the air. Finally, they slowed down and arrived in a brand-new underground world.
...
Meanwhile, in the distant Southern Continent.
In the Kingdom of Horton, the royal capital of Icari.
On a spring day in the Icari Academy, the frost of winter had completely melted away, ushering in the first rays of morning sunlight. The dawn spread gently across the horizon, like colors carefully painted by an artist.
The buildings of the Sage's Court stirred to life in the morning light, and dew drops glistened on the window sills, as if each droplet carried the essence of spring.
On the fifth floor of the main building of the Sage's Court, Loren leaned back casually in his office, gazing quietly at the beautiful campus outside the window.
A month had passed since the start of the new semester, but he felt that this semester was much calmer than the last.
Every day was relaxed and enjoyable.
He couldn't quite put his finger on what made the difference.
Although there were still some whispers and rumors about him in the school from time to time, they were not as outrageous as before.
"Oh, is there another high-ranking clergy member taking the assessment? What a wonderful thing."
Loren suddenly sensed something and closed his eyes in his chair, using his divine art to perceive the distant situation, taking sips of coffee from time to time.
In the dimensional space beyond sight, he saw a black-haired female student with the appearance of a noble taking the assessment.
Loren felt a vague familiarity with her, but he was sure he had never met her before.
"Is this the priest of the God-chosen Saintess Almis..."
Loren had never seen this prison, but from the context of the scene, it should be in the Protoss Empire's capital, Helrom.
Soon, he analyzed the situation and concluded that the priest was most likely from the Aithailand Kingdom, disguised as a noble of the Protoss Empire and sent to the Helrom Prison to carry out an important mission.
The closest Protoss Empire presence to the Northern Continent would be Almis, stationed in the Aithailand Kingdom.
In the Northern Continent, the only ones who could certify such a high-level clerical task were the God-chosen Saintess and the Chief Justice, but the Chief Justice was probably still in the Land of Calamity, fighting relentlessly.
In addition to the God-chosen Saintess who had first arrived and stood opposite him, another vague figure soon appeared on the other side.
Occupying the four corners, the three could not communicate, nor could they see each other's faces, only silhouettes made of light orbs.
Although it was just an outline, the new figure in this space nodded to Loren, and he returned the greeting.
This was the Paladin Captain of the Goddess of Destiny headquarters in the Cambela Kingdom of the Southern Continent, someone Loren deeply respected and considered a noble comrade-in-arms, even though he had never seen the true face of the Paladin Captain beneath the armor.
After a long while, the final supervisor of the assessment arrived.
The Chief Justice took a glance and then disappeared.
His appearance likely meant that he wanted to confirm that the other three were present, and now he could leave with peace of mind.
"... "
None of the three expressed any opinions; they simply continued to observe the assessment.
Although this assessment was unexpected for the Great Clergyman and the Paladin Captain in the Southern Continent, just the mention of Helrom Prison indicated that there was a significant need in the Northern Continent, hence the dispatch of a priest to undertake an extremely dangerous mission within that prison.
For some reason, the more Loren looked at the priest, the more familiar she seemed, yet he couldn't quite place why.
Then, when he noticed the woman standing next to the priest being assessed—
Even though she was wearing a mask, only her eyebrows and eyes visible beneath her black hair.
But her color scheme, black hair and green eyes, made Loren's hand, holding the cup, tremble slightly.
Ever since the incident with Ranchi, whenever Loren saw the color scheme of black and green, he would subconsciously feel something was amiss, fearing that the clergy had been contaminated in some way.
The female priest being assessed must be Almis' pride and joy, and she absolutely must not be contaminated! There were even rumors circulating in Icari that Loren was the leader of a heretical cult, and that he had brainwashed his students to be more cruel than the Resurrection Church!
Loren took a deep breath and thought carefully to calm himself down.
Since Ranchi wasn't a girl, he must be overthinking things.
(End of Chapter)
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