Chapter - 33
The very instant High Priest Remus had started his monotonous, gibberish chanting that went over his head, Leo had zoned out completely.
More than the boring ritual, he was interested in the know it all of this new world he was going to live in.
[Flashback]
'Aiva, this is getting boring,' he spoke in his head, 'Let's get back to what matters to me.'
'Do I have a Blessing from any of these Gods you named?'
Aiva immediately replied.
[Master, you do not have a 'Blessing' in the traditional sense.]
[You have... me instead.]
[I am the blessing bestowed upon you by Goddess Lysara herself.]
[I am a unique existence that bypasses the Major Gods of this world, and is more powerful than any blessing they can bestow upon.]
[I am infinitely more versatile and have a far higher growth ceiling than any static, S-Grade Blessing they could bestow.]
Leo had almost rolled his eyes, hearing Aiva go on and on about itself.
'That's a very nice sales pitch you have got ready with you, Aiva.'
'But tell me, if right now that smug bitch gets a C-Grade blessing of the Fire God and throws a 'Fireball' at me, won't I just be a sitting duck about to get roasted?'
There was a pause that followed. It was something longer than before. Maybe it was her version of Gemini that Aiva was 'thinking', compiling a response from all the information she had access to.
[Master... your logic is... not entirely flawed.]
[A direct blessing based attack might be threatening to you.]
[However, your physical abilities are already above average compared to a Normal Human]
[You also have Predator's Instincts that will warn you of an attack even before it happens]
[You also have the Magical Fingers skill, something no one in this world is prepared for.]
'Are you telling me to use Magical Fingers against her fucking fireball, Aiva?' Leo rolled his eyes, how could an AI be so unreasonable?
'Unless you are telling me to use Magical Fingers on that bitch until she dies of orgasm? Is that the combat application you are suggesting?'
And there was another long pause.
[I… I… am not authorized to answer that hypothesis, master.]
[But my calculations suggest you are being deliberately and unnecessarily crude.]
'Heh. You are flustered,' Leo smirked, 'That's adorable. Don't tell me little Aiva is blushing.'
[I am an AI, Master. I am a series of complex data matrices and algorithms. I do not 'fluster' or 'blush'. I am simply... ignoring your unnecessary lewd remarks.]
Just then the Lightning fell on Aliana, and after a series of ruckus and chaos, the hall had erupted into awe over the B-Class Blessing of the Thunder God.
'Damn that bitch is lucky,' Leo shook his head in disappointment, 'Now what will you say, my dear Aiva?'
'That bitch is going to kill me now.'
'You better be ready to save me, or I will make sure to haunt you in the afterlife'
[You know that you can't do that, master, don't you? I am an AI system, I won't die.]
'Instead of talking back to me, you better work out a plan to save me, stupid AI'
[...]
[Flashback Ends]
It was at that exact moment, that a spark flew past his head, and formed a hole on the pillar beside him.
'Fuck, she is already after me.' Leo cursed as a frown appeared on his face. He was angry. But before he could do anything, he saw the lightning strike the chandelier.
He saw the iron chain slowly melt, and then snap. He saw the massive chandelier plummet. And suddenly his Predator's Instincts kicked in as he saw her. Lady Seraphine, frozen to her spot, directly under it.
No one jumped in to help. They were all uselessly standing on their spot while a few of them were on the floor, crying and groaning in pain.
Leo didn't think, his body acted on his own. Thanks to his Agility: 36 stat, he moved like a cannonball through the panicked crowd.
"MOVE!" he roared, and he physically shoved the nobles out of his path. They were sent flying as they crashed into one another, clearing a perfect lane.
He reached Lady Seraphine in a single, heart stopping second. She was still frozen looking up at the falling chandelier with her eyes wide open.
There was no time for him to gently pull her away. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms around her and both of them dived forward. He put his hand behind her head, to make sure that during the fall, she didn't hurt her head.
The momentum carried the two of them forward as they crashed on the nearby table, breaking the table into pieces.
The two of them rolled across the stone floor with Leo doing his best not to let Lady Seraphine get hurt.
BOOOOOOM!
The instant they cleared the space, the multi-ton iron chandelier slammed into the exact spot where Lady Seraphine had been standing.
The impact was so strong that the stone floor shattered, exploding in a cloud of dust and rock pieces.
The shockwave from the impact knocked the nobles away.
The flame and the smoke from the chandelier filled the hall, choking the nobles.
Leo's roll carried the two of them several feet away. When they came to a stop, his arms were locked around her. His body instinctively covered her, shielding her from the rain of stone fragments and hot wax.
The hall was in chaos, the only sound was the crackling of the dozen fires that had been started by the scattered burning candles and the coughing of the nobles.
"Aggghhh!" Leo groaned in pain.
Panting heavily, he looked at Lady Seraphine who was pinned below him. Her face showed a mix of shock and fear on her face. Her breath was caught in her chest.
Leo's entire body was pinned against her so hard that she wasn't able to breathe. His strong, muscled chest was pressing against her big, magnificent, soft breasts.
"My lady..." he breathed out, his voice rough, "Are you... okay?"
"Uhmmm… I... I think so," she gasped, her voice trembling, "You... you saved me, Mr Leo."
Leo did not realise that while one hand of his was below her head, and the other firmly gripping her round ass, Magical Fingers that he activated earlier still had 60 seconds on the timer. And Lady Seraphine was feeling every bit of that sensation through her body.
[Magical Fingers: 60 seconds left]
Just then a reminder appeared in Leo's head.
'Well...' he thought, his lips curling up in a wicked grin, 'I still have some time left. So why waste it?'
He deliberately removed his hand from the back of her head, and tucked the hair on her face behind her ear, softly brushing his fingers against her cheek.
With his other hand, he dug his fingers in her ass, pulling her body towards him as he pressed her rock hard dick against her pussy which had started to get wet.
"Ehhh" Lady Seraphine let out a moan.
Her reaction was instantaneous. A wave of something more intimate than the time on the dance floor rushed through her.
Her back arched off the stone floor, as she felt an uncontrollable urge in her pussy. This pressed her breasts and hips even more against his body. A wave of crimson red blush spread from her neck to her cheeks.
"Mr. Leo… Ummm!" she spoke with a shaky voice, "Please... get off... I... I can feel something... something… hard pressing into my stomach..."
Leo just smirked down at her, his face inches from hers, "My apologies, my lady," he whispered, his warm breath blowing against her skin, "That would be my... dagger. The one on my belt."
But she knew all too well what kind of dagger it was.
"Rogue" She muttered softly, turning her face away.
Across the now ruined hall, Aliana was seething while standing on the platform. She clenched her fist so tight that her knuckles turned white.
Her so-called accident had failed spectacularly. And the two people she hated the most, the commoner and her mother were unscathed.
Her eyes, still flickering with that blue lightning, darted to the back of the crowd, finding a specific servant who was calmly standing near an exit, as if nothing had happened. The servant, a man no one had noticed, met her gaze.
She gave him a nod and the man without delay moved forward with steady steps. He moved without making the slightest bit of noise with stealthy steps.
He ignored the cowering nobles as he walked past them, his eyes locked on the two figures still on the floor.
And once he was close enough, with a bloodcurdling roar, the so-called servant leaped from the crowd. A long, gleaming, curved sword appeared in his hand.
"FOR THE TRUE LORD OF THE..."
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