The Paladin in the Abyss Chapter 631: 655 It's Her

Chapter 631: Chapter 655 It’s Her

“So mad whispers?” Lancelot raised one eyebrow, “Any other effects?”

“In battle, Small Grid becos… very bloodthirsty.” The Tiflin female magician looked worriedly at the boy beside her, who was biting his lip tightly.

“What’s wrong with that?” Bruto widened his eyes, glancing around at the others, “I also go wild during a fight, only thinking about smashing my enemies into a pulp.”

“I’m not talking about the barbarian’s kind of wildness.” Musk shook his head, the curved horns protruding from his forehead making the gesture look particularly intense, “Small Grid he…”

“Sister, let speak for myself.” Glori suddenly spoke up, with a stubborn quality of youth in his voice, “During a battle, I feel an intense hunger, an uncontrollable desire to wound my enemies and let my weapon taste the flavor of fresh blood. But that hunger isn’t my own emotion, it’s… it’s…”

“Your master’s.” Tijana finished the boy’s sentence. She turned her head and looked silently at Lancelot, her voice resonating directly in the human knight’s consciousness, ‘What they say should be true.’

‘Can I take them with ?’

‘Decide for yourself. These two Tiflins have no more trouble on them than the others, but that’s not your problem.’

“So, why do you want to participate in the bloody battle?” Lancelot asked in a calm tone, “Or is that also a requirent of your master?”

“No, it’s not that…” The Tiflin boy nad Glori shook his head firmly, “I’ve been trying to fight that hunger, to even utilize the power it brings, but this can only be attempted in battle…”

“I understand.” Lancelot nodded lightly, “As long as you can et my requirents and remain absolutely loyal to every mber of the team, I can accept you.”

“Really?” The Tiflin female magician stood up excitedly, bowing with her brother in gratitude, “Thank you so much, Sir, and… Madam…”

“Don’t thank .” Tijana swirled her wine glass, “He made the decision himself.”

“I don’t think agreeing to let others participate in a bloody battle is sothing to be thanked for.” Lancelot offered a wry smile, “Any special requirents for your companions to co?”

“None.” The sister among the two answered imdiately, but her brother seed to hesitate, wanting to say more.

“Glori, it looks like you have sothing to say.” Lancelot encouraged the Tiflin boy with a supportive gaze, “Is there sothing that makes you uncomfortable?”

“If possible…” Glori looked up at his sister, who shrugged helplessly at him, “I hope everyone can abstain from eating bloody foods.”

“I can’t promise you that, logistics aren’t sothing I can control…” Lancelot stroked his chin, “If there’s no choice, we’ll try to avoid eating it in front of you, okay?”

“Yes, yes!” The Tiflin boy nodded vigorously, “Thank you, Sir!”

“It seems I’ve heard quite a few interesting stories tonight,” said the dark-haired woman who was Tijana in disguise, as she stood up. “My fellows, I wish you luck. Lancelot, I have much to attend to and must take my leave.”

“Thank you once again for gracing us with your presence, my lady.”

Lancelot rose to his feet and gave her a very formal Knight’s bow, while Tijana simply nodded faintly, stepped back, and vanished into a Portal that had appeared out of nowhere.

“So, Lancelot… Sir,” began the white-haired Half-elf, deliberately drawing out the word ‘Sir,’ “could you now explain to us ignorant yet curious commoners what’s the deal with your ‘Prince’ title?”

“Why are you still hung up on that…” Lancelot rolled his eyes and sat back down, “It’s just a nickna, not a real title.”

“But I’ve heard that the ruler of Twin Bridges Town is a famous Succubus Lord,” said the Half-elf, with a playful glint in his red eyes. “Does your nickna of ‘Prince’ have sothing to do with this mysterious Succubus Lord?”

“It does,” Lancelot admitted frankly. “The lady who just left is the Succubus Lord you ntioned, as well as your employer for this mission, the ruler of Twin Bridges Town, Tijana.”

“What?!”

“No way!!”

“You must be joking… right?”

“…”

The reactions around the table varied. Bruto and Alamir watched with the amused expressions of onlookers, Dwarf Miners and Gno chanical geniuses wore faces of astonishnt. The Half-elf’s malicious grin froze on his face, while the shape-shifting girl and the Tiflin boy looked utterly confused.

The only ones who seed unsurprised were Ivendell and Musk. The forr, being a Holy Warrior, with his Sensory Ability towards Fiends, had probably realized the true identity of the mysterious lady early on, which explained why he had been scowling since the banquet began; the latter likely realized the woman was a peer of far greater strength than herself after being questioned.

“But that won’t change our status in the army, or the privilege of having our armor kept clean,” shrugged Lancelot, beginning to cut the steak that a servant had just brought with smooth movents, as if slicing through butter, “On the contrary, we will join General Sonam’s personal guard and enter the battlefield with her. Be ntally prepared, for she will definitely choose the place where the enemy’s resistance is the fiercest to launch an assault…”

“Hang on, who’s this Sonam you’re talking about?” Rurik, the younger of the Gno brothers, asked in confusion, “Isn’t your lady… supposed to be Tijana?”

“Sonam is the six-ard Serpent Demon who presided over today’s ceremony, I’m sure you all have a vivid mory of her,” Lancelot replied with a shrug, “The army departs early the day after tomorrow, so tomorrow is the last day for us to have any free ti. Bruto, later you take Rurik and the others to the Blacksmith area to get the equipnt, do you rember what it is?”

“A set of Chainmail and a Heavy Shield, right?” Bruto answered without looking up as he was fully engaged in his battle with his food, “Leave it to . I’ll ensure we get the best quality products at the most favorable prices!”

“Great, anyone else in need can join them, those Dwarf blacksmiths are truly skilled craftsn. et in the fourth floor of rcenary Hall tomorrow morning; they have Protective Gear for training, and I need to test your strength,” Lancelot raised his glass, filled with fine wine from Shendiravir, to everyone, “Friends, war awaits us not far ahead, I can even sll its putrid breath, but for now, let’s enjoy the fine wine and sumptuous feast before us. May we return victorious, and feast again as we do tonight.”