"Princess who rose from Chains,
You will fall again."
Vehrian spoke in a calm, almost unsettling voice.
’Oh?’
Nux, who saw what happened, raised his eyebrow, his interest finally piqued.
’Verani, huh...’
He muttered to himself.
When he first heard about the race, he didn’t particularly care. It was a fallen race and honestly, there were thousands of races just like them.
After coming this far, Nux had become indifferent to such things. Now, however, his thoughts were different.
’I need to get one of them for myself.’
He decided, his eyes shining with a flicker as he planned to find them. Of course, for now, he focused on the ongoing conversation. He was interested to see how Sharnoth would react to this.
’Would she finally notice?’
He wondered in his head.
At Vehrian’s words, Sharnoth’s face turned grim. She wasn’t angry. By now, she had strong control over her emotions. She could sense that Vehrian wasn’t trying to threaten or warn her; he simply stated what he felt.
"Why do you say that...?"
Sharnoth questioned. Vehrian, however, shook his head.
"I apologize, Lady Sharnoth. I have no reasoning behind my words. It was just my intuit—"
"Intuition is not an omniscient magic... it stems from something."
Before Vehrian could complete his words, Sharnoth interrupted.
"Intuition is the result of accumulated experience and subconscious pattern recognition. It emerges from familiarity—whether conscious or not.
If the mind has no prior exposure to a pattern, situation, or principle, it cannot intuitively respond to it.
If your intuition says that I am bound to fall, there must be a sort of conscious or unconscious reasoning to it. Explain that reasoning to me."
She ordered, making Vehrian smile wryly.
"Lady Sharnoth, please forgive me. Even if you are correct, it will be difficult for me to put this into wo—"
"Do this one thing for me and I will spare your life for daring to reject me."
Sharnoth ordered arrogantly.
Yes, it was ruthless, unreasonable even, but she had no other choice. The doubt that she was sensing—she wanted to ease it.
Anything that came between her and her goal, she had to destroy it, no matter what it took.
Vehrian stared at the woman in front of him in silence. Once again, his intuition told him that giving in was the only choice he had, and he believed it.
He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. Sharnoth waited patiently, giving him the time he needed.
Yes, she had now learned to make good use of people around her—follower or not.
"...You are what I would like to call a Champion."
Vehrian began.
"Champion?"
Sharnoth tilted her head with a slight frown, and Vehrian nodded.
"Your story about how you rose from chains against all odds, your absurd strength incomparable to others around you, and all the different artifacts and relics that you possess—
It is almost as if you are favored by a greater being, a being that people like me cannot fathom."
"..."
Sharnoth stayed silent. She didn’t show any reaction to those words. Inwardly, however, she was indeed a little surprised. Vehrian, however, was just beginning.
"This isn’t the first time I have heard a story about a Champion."
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