Chapter 53: The Swordmaster
"Swordmaster?"
Sylvia rubbed her chin thoughtfully and repeated the na, then revealed a look of puzzlent.
She had assud the chosen extraordinary path would be of the spellcaster type, but to her surprise, it was a Swordmaster.
As one of the thirty-two extraordinary paths, Swordmaster clearly did not belong to the category of pure spellcasters.
Of course, this path differed significantly from that of the straightforward brute-like Warriors.
Extraordinary individuals on this path not only possessed extrely refined sword skills but also wielded a variety of spell abilities.
Moreover, according to the scriptures of various churches, the so-called "swordsmanship" did not represent the core of this path.
Logic, thought, and conviction—these three elents were what truly defined the path, while the "sword" rely symbolized the most external concept of "intimidation."
"Why did you choose this path?"
Sylvia, having slightly lifted her disguise, instinctively rubbed her chin and asked curiously:
"Hmm..."
Isabella first showed a thoughtful expression, then extended a fair and slender finger to point at the book placed to the side and said:
"The character I like most in this book isn’t the protagonist, not the witch."
"Oh?"
Sylvia leaned back in her chair, quite interested in what the girl would say next.
"Mm-hmm."
The blonde noble girl cleared her throat, then said solemnly:
"My favorite character is a Swordmaster the protagonist ets on her journey. She had her own philosophy and was also a traveler wandering the continent, just like the protagonist."
"Of course, the author of this book once admitted in a public event that the inspiration for the Swordmaster ca from a legendary adventurer."
A legendary adventurer? A Swordmaster?
The mont these two terms appeared together, Sylvia imdiately associated them with a na she had recently heard, one that matched the description very well—
"'Sword of Radiance', Andrika Solores?"
"Yes!"
"I admire her greatly! I've looked up to her ever since I finished reading this book long ago!"
At the ntion of this na, Isabella's eyes curved with delight.
Seeing this, Sylvia nodded thoughtfully.
That legendary adventurer was, according to the intelligence of the Church of Radiance, indeed a Swordmaster—an extraordinary individual who had completed the third tamorphosis!
However, upon learning this, Sylvia couldn’t help but feel a bit puzzled:
All signs suggested that the Southern Cross Constellation did not possess this extraordinary path.
At present, the complete Swordmaster chain resided in the hands of the Republic of Ulis in the southern part of the Old Continent, as well as with those families in the Western Alliance who were once aristocrats of the Koinsprache Empire.
"Hmm..."
Sylvia organized her thoughts and asked Isabella:
"Does your family hold the complete chain for this path?"
From what she knew, the Lancaster family had only about three hundred years of history—not particularly ancient.
Recently cramming family knowledge in the library, Isabella shook her head:
"I secretly asked Clade, and he said our family only holds the starting point and the second tamorphosis ritual of this path—"
"These were granted as a royal reward when the king conferred titles after the war three hundred years ago."
The royal family of the Kingdom of Savia, the Contenan family, was one of the forr noble families of the Koinsprache Empire.
Sylvia nodded and then asked:
"Then what about when you need to advance in the future? How will you undergo the necessary rituals?"
"Trust , your destination is at least Apostle. Hmm... in my plans, the true transformation into a pure Sinner should happen around the Apostle level."
"Of course, that might be aiming a bit high. I may make so adjustnts later."
After saying this, Sylvia, who had completed the weaving of the first tamorphosis and even laid the frawork for the subsequent ones, tapped the armrest of her chair with her finger.
Upon hearing the question, Isabella’s eyes lit up, then she stuck out her tongue.
"I’ll just collect more when the ti cos."
"I believe I can do it."
"And besides, there’s still you, Your Highness."
The blonde girl bead at Sylvia, prompting the gray-haired puppet girl to helplessly rub her forehead.
"Alright."
"Once Divoman’s side succeeds, I’ll begin preparing to conduct the ritual for you."
"I imagine by then your physical condition should roughly return to the level of an ordinary person."
"Grateful for Your Grace’s generosity."
Hearing Sylvia’s promise, Isabella playfully blinked, then mimicked her mother’s noble tone with a teasing voice.
At that mont, Sylvia couldn’t stop the corner of her mouth from twitching, nor did she try.
This girl—was she really getting too comfortable now?
But unfortunately, Sylvia had absolutely no way to deal with this kind of girl. All she could do was raise her hand and press her temples—which didn’t even exist.
In that mont, a few old habits from before her transmigration, which she had never shown in front of others, surfaced unconsciously.
But this only showed that Sylvia was currently in a relaxed state. She noticed it, but didn’t mind.
She then looked at Isabella, who now appeared a bit fatigued, and gently chuckled as she said:
"Go to sleep. In your current condition, staying up late isn’t good."
As her words fell, two chis rang out from a distant bell tower, as if echoing her sentint.
Already tucked beneath the blanket, Isabella nodded, then curiously asked Sylvia:
"Do Apostles not need to sleep?"
To this, the gray-haired girl smiled and nodded.
"Of course."
"But that’s not why I don’t sleep—"
"After all, I’m just a puppet."
As she finished speaking, she raised her hands and placed them on her cheeks.
In the next second, with a soft “pop,” her head ca off just like that.
Seeing this, Isabella seed to recall a not-so-pleasant mory. She suddenly shivered and then shot a deeply aggrieved look at the puppet girl holding her own head.
"Your Highness, you scared like this the other day too."
"……"
"That was a pop quiz."
Sylvia replied with a completely straight face as she reattached her head.
"Alright, good night. See you in the morning—or, well, later this morning."
"Mm, good night, Your Highness."
As the words fell, the puppet girl snapped her fingers, and the gas ceiling lamp switched off instantly, plunging the room into darkness.
In the quiet atmosphere, only Isabella’s breathing could be heard—for as a puppet, Sylvia did not breathe.
Several minutes later, Isabella’s voice softly broke the silence:
"Your Highness, I don’t think I can fall asleep."
Sylvia, quietly flipping through *The Witch’s Journey* using her night vision and supernatural thods, let the corners of her lips curl up slightly.
"Maybe you’re just too excited."
"Mm… then maybe we can talk for a bit. That might help doze off."
"Alright."
The blonde girl responded, but didn’t continue.
Seeing this, Sylvia took the initiative to begin the conversation.
"I’m curious—aside from the first few days after we t, you don’t seem all that afraid of anymore?"
"Mm… I don’t an anything by it. I’m just curious…"
However, before she could finish, her gaze suddenly shifted toward the window—even though there was a curtain in between.
Because there, sothing seed to be lurking!
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