Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Facing George, who was becoming increasingly violent and terrifying, Clayton looked at Vanessa and asked, “What should we do?”
“Calm him down. I don’t want to ruin such a good restaurant either,”
Vanessa said with a smile.
“As you command.”
Her calm tone made Celia very uncomfortable.
Her words sounded as if George was nothing to her.
However, Celia didn’t show it.
Curious and a little suspicious, she continued to observe the two personnel from the Divine Temple.
“Master, are they very strong?”
Celia asked Dionmya as she held Siluca tightly in her arms, her eyes not leaving Clayton and Vanessa.
To her surprise, there was no response from Dionmya. She waited for a brief moment, but there was still no response.
“Master?”
Puzzled, Celia called out again,
“Master?”
Finally, after many calls from Celia, Dionmya’s voice finally sounded in her mind.
“I’m angry. I don’t want to respond.”
Her tone was sulky and indignant, which confused Celia. She had no idea why her master was suddenly throwing a tantrum.
“Huh?” In her confusion, Celia exclaimed out loud, but everyone’s attention was on George.
That and the commotion on George’s end was greater, so no one noticed Celia’s exclamation.
“Master, what’s wrong? Why are you angry?”
“Hmph!”
“Master!”
However, no matter how much she called out to Dionmya, there was still no response.
After a few more unsuccessful attempts, Celia finally gave up.
By this time, George and Clayton had gone a few bouts and exchanged several blows.
As expected of a Knight from the Divine Temple, his strength was indeed extraordinary.
As much as Celia didn’t want to admit, watching Clayton’s movements, and how he was able to faintly overpower George with them,she had to admit that the other party was stronger. For now.
It was common knowledge that in a berserker state, one’s combat ability would explode, and their strength would increase exponentially.
Thus, at this moment, George’s power output was already stronger than in his normal state.
But even so, Clayton was able to deal with him without breaking a sweat.
As expected, these two were definitely not your average knight and priestess.
Given their strength, they would be considered to be among the best even in Gainsborough.
Celia compared Clayton to the most powerful man she’d ever seen in her life. The memory of the monster she’d fought on the battlefield flashed through her mind unconsciously.
For some reason, this thought appeared in Celia’s mind,
“In terms of aura, George’s opponent might be weaker, but in a real battle, both sides should be evenly matched.”
“Geez, such high praise. He’s just a Silver Knight.”
Dionmya, who had been silent all this while, suddenly spoke up. She sounded very unimpressed by Clayton’s strength.
Dionmya’s words were both surprising and unexpected.
“Just Silver? I thought he was at least a Bronze.”
The strength classification in this world was based on names of the ores that were commonly used.
From bottom to top, they were: Rock, Black Iron, Silver, Bronze, Mithril, Gold, Purple Gold…
Among them, the Gold class was also known as the ‘Legendary’ class. When one reached this level, it meant they had undergone metamorphosis on an existential level, and even their bloodline would evolve and sublimate.
It wasn’t just their own strength that would be augmented, their descendants would also receive increased power.
In Celia’s opinion, this extraordinary knight probably possessed a Golden Bloodline, and thus had Bronze class strength.
But Dionmya dismissed that speculation.
Celia didn’t start doubting her master just because of a difference in opinion however. Having faith in Dionmya, she went along with the woman’s comment,
“I’ve seen Silvers before. Why does this knight give me a different feeling from them?”
“It’s just because of his identity and training method. His calmness is giving you the illusion that he is very strong.”
“I see.” At Dionmya’s explanation, Celia nodded her head, her worry easing.
“If he’s only Silver, George won’t lose.”
“You’re that confident?” This time, it was Dionmya’s turn to be surprised.
She hadn’t only been focused on the battle itself. She was observing the fighters. And Clayton not only possessed skillful swordsmanship, his physique, being a Silver, was also at the peak of what mortals would achieve.
The transition from Silver to Bronze was to go from mortal to supernatural.
Based on Dionmya’s perception, Clayton was about to complete this transformation. His strength was, to be precise, at the peak of Silver class.
Or perhaps even above Sliver class and below Bronze.
Meanwhile, George on the other hand, if it weren’t for his spear, Dionmia feared that he would have been defeated during their first exchange.
There was no other magic in George’s body apart from the energy generated by his daily meditation.
Although George’s physical fitness was extraordinary, he had not undergone any professional or systematic training. He had no idea how to use the magic within him for combat.
At this point though, even if he could cast a spell, Clayton wouldn’t give him the chance to.
With just a glance, Dionmya knew why the battle had dragged on for so long. If it wasn’t for the growing black hole above George’s head restraining Clayton, the young man likely wouldn’t have lasted this long.
However, even in such a situation, Celia still believed that George could win.
Seeing as Celia didn’t seem to be faking it, Dionmya wondered where that confidence came from.
“Even Bronze would find it hard to win against George.”
After hearing Celia’s words, Dionmya couldn’t help but feel bewildered. What had she missed or overlooked?
As she pondered this question, Dionmya continued,
“You think very highly of your little boyfriend. However, if he at least used that mysterious divine spear of his, there wouldn’t be such a big gap in strength between him and this knight.”
Divine Weapons were indeed powerful, but they were not invincible. Most Divine Weapon users were at most only invincible against those of the same class. Or at best, they could challenge those in the next highest class provided the gap between them wasn’t too great.
For example, it was possible for a peak Rock class to defeat a regular Black Iron class fighter.
From Rock to Silver, people were still within mortal range. From Bronze class onwards, people began to transform.
From there on, the difference in strength between each class became considerable.
There was no way George could go up against a Bronze class and walk away in one piece like Celia said.
“It’s not because of Noxkaius. You don’t understand George’s terrifying, practically cursed body.”
“His body?”