Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 66: The Radiant One

Words couldn’t describe how Roel felt when Nora unfurled her wings of light and shielded him behind her.

He had considered many possibilities. Perhaps Nora would attack him; perhaps she would try to communicate with him peacefully; perhaps she might try to put some distance between them to guard against him; perhaps she would feel desperate, with no choice but to kill him.

However, he never imagined that Nora would actually show her back to him.

While Roel didn’t possess an Origin Attribute, he was not completely powerless. On the contrary, he definitely bore a means that could heavily injure Nora—the Ascendwing Short Sword.

This was a weapon that Nora had activated for him, and it allowed him to easily breach the defenses of an Origin Level 5 transcendent. If Roel had set his mind to betray her right now, she would be utterly defenseless given the close range. By daring to give him her back, she was displaying her full trust.

It was true that Nora had been good to him all this while, but he never thought that she would go to such an extent for him. Was she confident of defeating the enemy standing before them?

No, that wasn’t it. Roel had no idea what trump cards Nora had up her sleeves, but he was able to sense some of her emotions. It was nearly indiscernible, but the hand she was holding his with was trembling. She was definitely not as calm as she portrayed herself to be at the moment.

Nevertheless, given that they were suddenly shoved into this dark and sinister art studio, surrounded by terrifying paintings that really left one nauseated, her current performance had already far exceeded Roel’s expectations.

There was another person who was equally surprised, Peter Kater. He never thought that the mind games that he was skilled at would instead actually further affirm the young girl’s will to stand against him.

“Princess of the Xeclydes, you seem to carry some misunderstandings toward us. You deem us as evil cults who ought to be put to death, but that doesn’t mean that we’re mindless butcherers who go around causing meaningless deaths.

“I have a good idea of both of your strengths. Your Highness, I am confident of defeating you with an overwhelming advantage if you challenge me to a battle. If you’re worried that I’ll renege on my promise and take your life after killing that boy over there, you need not be. If I wished to, I could have taken both of your lives. There’s no need for me to propose such a roundabout way of doing things.”

After hearing the long speech coming from the assassin, Nora looked at him calmly and replied with a few snappy words.

“Are you done speaking?”

“What?”

“I, Nora Xeclyde, am the heir to the Genesis Goddess Church. I won’t turn my back on my responsibilities, no matter how heavy they are. In my official capacity, I am duty-bound to protect my subordinates. In my individual capacity, I am obliged to stand up for my friends when they are in danger.

“I am Roel’s guardian. I’ll shield him from the unreasonable harm others seek to inflict on him. This is the responsibility that I, a Xeclyde, bear. Are you telling me to cast away my pride to collude with the likes of you? Don’t insult me.”

Nora’s forceful words stunned Roel. It felt like he was finally catching a glimpse of the charisma she had before her loyal group of followers. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. All he could feel was the dryness of his throat.

The saying ‘Subordinates will put their lives on the line for those who recognize their worth’… wasn’t exactly appropriate for this situation. That being said, Nora’s attitude had indeed moved Roel. The interweaving rays of light behind her back looked glorious, but they were nothing compared to the brilliance in her heart.

On the other hand, Peter Kater was angered by her declaration. He thought that there was something very wrong with Nora’s head.

“Competition is the natural way of the world. Only those who adapt deserve to live. What’s wrong with the strong killing the weak?”

“Your primitive mindsets are the exact reason you are deemed evil cultists. Human lives mean nothing to you at all. All you think about are ways to undermine the order that took us countless generations to establish. You seek to destroy civilization just to regress to the barbaric past.”

“Haaa. Perhaps those are the honest thoughts you stand by, but what about him?”

Peter glanced at the black-haired boy, trying to sow internal discord with a sinister smile on his face.

“He nearly drew his sword on you earlier. The relationship between the two of you looks pretty one-sided to me.”

“His fear only shows his lack of understanding of me. We’ll have plenty of time later to know each other better.”

Nora shot a piercing glare at Roel as she spoke, prompting the latter to awkwardly scratch his head. However, she didn’t harp on it but instead turned her attention back to the enemy.

“Thanks for your warning, but we don’t need you to question our relationship. We’ll be closer than ever in the future.”

Nora’s words made Peter Kater widen his eyes. Incomprehension was written all over his face.

What in the world is with that Roel brat? How did he win over the successor of the Xeclydes? Why is she so protective of him?!

He was starting to feel a little frantic. He took a deep breath as he thought that he needed to plunge these two brats deeper into despair to teach them their place.

“Is that so? Fine. Let’s not talk about these for now. Why don’t I introduce my paintings to you first?”

“What?”

“I might be a transcendent, but I’m first and foremost an artist. This studio contains all of my work to date. There aren’t many people who have the privilege to enjoy my masterpieces. Well, let’s start with this one then!”

With a snap of his fingers, a portrait painted with gruesome colors that emanated a horrible stench floated up to him from behind. He turned around and stared lovingly at the portrait as he began to excitedly explain the concept behind his painting as if he was a curator in a museum.

“Have a good look at this, it’s my magnum opus! Painters nowadays are only out to create a sensation for fame. Their so-called masterpieces are all form and no soul. Disappointing! Look at the empty eyes of the characters they create! Look at their empty and soulless pieces! They’re a desecration of true art!

“So, I set out on a long journey to seek the way to create the most vivid painting, and voila! I finally found it! In the midst of my journey, I stumbled upon a pregnant mother breastfeeding her child. There was such a loving smile on her face when she gazed upon her child while stroking her protruding stomach. She must have been wondering what her second child would look like. It was such a moving sight that I found myself trembling with the desire to eternalize this scene… so, I killed her.”

Peter Kater revealed a tender smile as he reminisced about his past with nostalgia, but the words he spoke left Nora and Roel stunned.

“What… did you say?”

“I killed her and her child. I used their flesh and blood to create this portrait, ‘Smiling Mother’! Look at her beautiful figure and her soul! This is what I call true art! She’s my muse!”

Peter opened his arms wide as if he was relishing in the cheers of his admirers. But all Roel and Nora could hear were screams of agony within the studio. Pitiful spirits writhed in the darkness, screaming at Peter’s inhumane actions. Yet, the culprit exhaled in exhilaration, clearly enjoying all of this.

He looked at the two pale-faced children and felt the urge to laugh.

They’re brats after all. All it takes are a few words to frighten them.

The smug assassin waved his hand, and the mother depicted in the painting crawled out from the frame and coiled herself around his body.

“Your Highness, you should know deep down that the two of you aren’t a match for me. If you insist on making me your enemy, I don’t mind adding the portrait of an angel to my collection.”

The pale black-haired man looked into Nora’s sapphire eyes.

“You would make a perfect painting. Your blood will paint beautiful strokes of red and black, and your bones will be ground to form yellow and white. I’ll use a real angel to create a painting of an angel. Ah… that would make a marvelous painting, wouldn’t it? I might even be able to rise to Origin Level 3.

“But, if you change your mind and stop protecting that brat, I’ll let you off. I don’t need too many dead bodies in my studio. I just need one person for my colors. You’ll be able to return safely back to your world.”

Peter said as he looked at the 10-year-old girl with his lips curled up. He waited patiently for her response.

He knew that Nora was no fool. She was aware of the differences in their strength. What he had to do was create a scenario for her to justify her betrayal, and the best way to go about it was to render her helpless. As long as she felt that she had no choice but to do his bidding, she would be able to cast away her self-righteousness and act as he intended her to.

Having used this method many times before, Peter knew that humans were hardly as mentally resilient as they thought they were. One simply had to push the right buttons to make another person follow one’s bidding.

He assailed Nora with logic and emotions, but he didn’t get what he wanted. What he received wasn’t a compromise but the princess’s mocking.

“Compassion, kindness, and impartiality. These are the values that we Xeclydes embrace. It’s the moral compass we hold in our hearts. You don’t even know this, yet you dream of making a painting out of my flesh and blood?

“Did you think that I would be intimidated? I might die, but our lineage would never cease. A day will come when the sword of a Xeclyde impales your throat. The deceased will rest in peace, and the living will live without fear. Justice may be late but never absent. The only fate awaiting you is a miserable end!”

Nora glared unyieldingly at the enemy as she further affirmed her will. Roel was moved by her speech too. Even though she had yet to fully unfurl her wings, she had already proven herself to be a true angel and a worthy ruler.

…

While Nora and Roel were facing off with Peter, Holy Eminence John was also in the midst of negotiating with the vice leader of the Mythril Priory.

“In accordance with your demands, we’ll leave the Theocracy and none of our members will ever appear in the vicinity of your territories. Furthermore, we’ll provide you with intelligence on eleven targets on your hit list.”

The refined man respectfully listed the concessions he was willing to make for a peace treaty between the Theocracy and the Mythril Priory, from offering valuable intelligence on other evil cults to dealing with the underlying threats endangering the Theocracy. It was almost as if he was pledging himself to be a stout ally of the Theocracy.

The white-haired old man silently listened to the other party’s words. A long time later, he finally asked the key question.

“What do you want in return?”

“Nothing much. We just hope that you can turn a blind eye to this incident,” said Caras calmly.