Chapter 24: Chapter 24: The Seven Saintesses?
As Vahn continued to dominate the duel, a couple watched from afar.
Their gazes spoke of quiet evaluation.
The couple was none other than Patriarch Xion and Melina from the Alchemy Hall.
"The kid is not half bad. He has the talent to become a great Saber Master. I wonder why our Flama refused him like that?" Xion Astoria muttered, a thoughtful look flashing across his face.
Melina Astoria, a figure of exhausting beauty, laughed faintly.
"Leave it, husband. She is still clueless about many things. And it’s all because of father-in-law’s endless cajoling for alchemy."
"Haha, true. But I wonder where our son-in-law learned such profound saber skills? Did Kevin teach him as well? No, that can’t be. He himself didn’t know any saber arts. So how? It’s really confusing."
"Fufu... maybe he has the Saber Heart. Or perhaps it’s something else. Regardless, he has proven that he’s not completely useless. After what we all did to him, it’s already a miracle that the pitiful boy shows such talent. I’m glad," Melina said, traces of guilt flickering across her mature face.
Xion’s expression also turned solemn at her words.
"The boy didn’t deserve that. But what else could we have done? To stop the evil, that was the only way."
Melina fell silent after this. Both of them fixed their gazes on Vahn, who emerged victorious with a final upward cut strike.
Gillian lay bloodied and bruised. One of his arms had even been severed, but thanks to the healers, it was reattached as good as new.
Yet the exhaustion and fear couldn’t be erased. He glanced at Vahn’s back as though he were watching an old monster.
Vahn walked over to the stunned Elder and cupped his fist.
"I have won, Elder. And it’s all thanks to your teachings."
Orsted furrowed his brows.
"Are you trying to ridicule me, boy? Since when did I teach you such saber skills?"
Vahn flashed a flattering smile. "No, Elder. Your teachings truly provided me with profound insights into wielding a saber. I am really thankful for that."
Orsted didn’t buy the excuse, but the disciples were struck with excitement.
"Incredible! Elder Orsted is such a great teacher. His teachings carry profound wisdom straight from the heavens!"
"True, Elder Orsted is a blessing for us!"
"We mustn’t let him leave us no matter what. We could also become weapon masters under his tutelage."
Orsted scratched his black beard, feeling a little embarrassed by the overwhelming praise. He hadn’t done anything, yet he was receiving the spotlight.
Still, as shrewd as he was, he understood that Vahn had done this deliberately to hide the secret of his sudden mastery over the saber.
’The boy is really cunning,’ he admitted in his mind. ’But I wonder how long that cunning will last?’
The morning training session ended just like that.
Vahn stretched his tired body and headed toward the market to buy a bath tub.
He needed it to properly use the Body Tempering Liquid. He could have gone to Liam’s place again, but he didn’t want to intrude any further.
It was time to spend some of his remaining Spirit Stones. Out of the original 10, he had already spent 4 on vegetables and meat to cook for Seraphina.
Now he was left with only 6.
But then, just after walking for a while, a couple blocked his path.
Vahn looked at them carefully. They were striking—both beautiful and handsome, with fiery red hair that seemed to burn under the sunlight. Their expensive red robes marked them as people of high status, and their bearing radiated the confidence of those who had held power for many years.
Before he could even ask who they were, the man spoke with a smile,
"Vahn, your performance was impressive back there. You’re truly worthy of becoming my son-in-law."
Vahn’s temple creased into a frown. "What do you mean, Senior? Who is your son-in-law?"
This time, the woman replied,
"Dear son-in-law, we are Flama’s parents. Ah, right—you haven’t met her yet. She is the Saintess of Fire. We came here from the Land of Alchemy just to meet you."
Her voice and mannerism was gentle, almost affectionate.
Her words carried the warmth of someone who already accepted him as family. After all, by law, their connection was already sealed.
"Flama?" Vahn echoed the name in confusion. Then realization dawned on him. She was one of the wives registered on his System.
’Wait... Seraphina is a Saintess. She is also a Saintess, does that mean all My Seven Wives Are Beautiful Saintesses?’
Only now did he realize the fact. His Seven Wives were none other than the Seven Saintesses from the legend.
Saintess of Light
Saintess of Fire
Saintess of War
Saintess of Fate
Saintess of Ice
Saintess of Nature
Saintess of Darkness
The old man had spoken of their legends and folklores for as long as he could remember. And now, those Seven Saintesses were his wives?
He found it difficult to believe, yet the presence of this couple washed away any doubt in his mind.
Truthfully speaking, he honestly didn’t know what exactly he should feel about them. Excited, yes. But also fearful and cautious.
He was being unwillingly dragged into something too big. For a moment, he doubted his worth. Could he really handle the life of Vahn Necrotis?
Or would he crumble before reaching that destiny?
Xion and Melina both noticed how absent he had grown in thought.
"Vahn, what are you thinking about? Are you not happy to know you have another wife? If so, let me tell you—our Flama may be a little clumsy, but she has the best heart and beauty. Once you two get along, I’m sure you’ll be a happy couple," Melina said with a warm smile.
"Boy," Xion cut in, his voice steady, "if you want, I can take you there right this instant. And we will take better care of you, far more than you’re treated here. Tell me, do you want to come along?"
If Vahn agreed, Xion wouldn’t hesitate to take him away, even if he had to resort to trickery or violence. Because he knew how important Vahn was to the Saintesses.
Far more important than any verbal pact.