Level 100! Runic Master

Chapter 37: The Overpowered Summon (2)

I sat down on the ground, resting my back against the shelf as I began reading the story.

In this world, over five hundred years ago, there was a god who ruled over all of them. It was said he was cruel and did not care about anyone or anything.

Throughout those years, countless rebels had appeared, all with the single task of killing the god, but none of them succeeded.

Men, children, or those with incredible talent fell. Slowly, humans and all beings of this world lost their will to fight.

That was, until he appeared.

"Arthur Val Arcain," I muttered subconsciously. "Is he the one who started that bloodline?"

I continued reading from where I stopped, finding myself entranced by the book’s content.

The one who held the power over colours defeated the god of that world during his mission to kill all evil gods.

It was said that the fight ended in a mere instant. Someone who had terrorised them for years was killed instantly by the blade of a mortal.

The entire world cheered for this great hero and wanted to serve him, but he refused, saying he wanted to go back to his wives as soon as possible.

Oddly enough, the people did not fight over it and instead made a tournament of power where kingdoms summoned heroes from other worlds to fight. This was to prevent war from happening again and as a way to share the resources of the world.

After that, it became a regular tradition, and the man who controlled colours aided them in making this possible by giving them Saintesses.

However, things soon changed when their world turned into a rift, and they were unable to summon heroes or even communicate with the one who controls colours.

Since there were no longer resources being given by their god, they began fighting even more and started using the hunters who entered through the rift as fake heroes to fight for territory and power.

But even in chaos, there were still some who stood for their ancestors’ values in peace and complete service to their god, the one who controls colour.

"Haaa..." a breath escaped me. "So that’s what happened."

The one who controlled colours, the rift, and even down to what hunters really did in here.

Just as I reached the final page, the sound of the door creaking open entered my ears. A small shadow with pointed ears soon appeared. The shadow drew closer to where I sat before the form of a beautiful green-haired elf appeared in front of me.

"You like reading?"

Staring at the blindfolded woman in front of me, I tilted my head back until it leaned firmly on the shelf. "Not that much. But someone close to me made me start enjoying it."

"Is that so?"

The Saintess of Avalon sat down beside me, straightening the hem of her gown. "Is our hospitality up to your standard, hero?"

I glanced at her beautiful face that had a bright smile on it. Her voice was still as angelic as ever, making any doubt about her intentions fade away.

I clenched my jaw. No matter how much I tried to get angry or ask her whether she was part of the group that wanted to fight for resources or those who wanted to follow tradition, that emotion and curiosity faded as soon as they came.

"Yeah, it’s quite grandiose."

"Hehehe, why use such a fancy word like grandiose?"

I shrugged. "A large room and bed, chandeliers and other stuff. This isn’t something that is given to just anyone." I paused for a moment before continuing. "Let me ask you this, you are unable to summon a hero, aren’t you?"

The Saintess flinched slightly, her lips parting to say something, but I beat her to it.

"Me coming here was a pure coincidence, or maybe the man with colour decided to help one of his many followers. But you..." I stared directly at her blindfolds like she could somehow see the intensity of my gaze through them. "You can’t do anything, can you?"

The Saintess stared for a moment longer before removing the blindfolds from her eyes slowly. She let out a heavy breath. "I guess I’m not that good of an actor, huh?"

Seeing her put her guard down, I relaxed a little. "Seems so."

She nodded a little. "And here I thought my acting was flawless." She glanced at me with a gentle smile, a cross forming at the center of her green pupils. "So how did you know? That I can’t summon heroes, I mean."

"Well, let’s just say it’s somewhat of an intuition."

She laughed a little before leaning closer to me. "I wish I had such intuition."

"So," I began. "Mind telling me about everything?"

She leaned closer, resting her head on my shoulder. "Okay, I can do that. But first..." she tilted her head towards me and kissed me on the lips. "Can you do something for me?"

"What is that?"

She placed her head on my chest, taking in my scent. "Since you could figure out my secret, it shouldn’t be that difficult for you to know what I want. In exchange, I will tell you everything."

I pondered a bit about her suggestion before nodding. "Okay. As long as you do your part first."

The room was soon filled with the sounds of kissing, clothing falling on the ground, skin slapping against skin, and loud, unbridled moans. The sound went on until day broke, sunlight spilling through the large windows.

My eyes opened groggily as I scanned the room. The saintess, Mira, was still lying on my chest. I rubbed my eyes ever so slightly.

’I can’t believe what I did.’

I stood from the bed and stretched. The morning was cool compared to that of the desert. I was weirdly calm even though I had just slept with the innocent saintess of a foreign land.

’Come to think of it, wasn’t this my first time in this life?’

I glanced back at the beautiful green-haired woman who was still sleeping soundly before exhaling through my nose. "I guess it isn’t a bad deal."

After all, I had gotten something valuable.

I raised my hand towards the sky staring at the new rune that had showed up on it.

Besides, I also obtained enough information about this world. From the new purpose of heroes to all the active powers and places that Jake and the rest might have most likely been sent to.

"Just like I thought, there was something wrong with my summoning."

However...

I stared outside the window at the clear sky.

Next time we met, we would most likely not be allies.

We would be enemies of opposing forces.