Two days had passed since the Trial of the Swords.
The sect was still abuzz with talk about the event. However, the person at the center of it all was currently ditating under a tree in Saintess Selene's mini-mansion.
Right after the battle, Kent, disappointed by the lackluster performance of the disciples, chose to ditate in an attempt to cleanse himself of the disgust he felt.
He didn't know why, but for so reason, his expectations of what the duels should have been were utterly shattered.
Although he had won and even completed the quest, he didn't feel like a winner at all.
It was like one of those stories where an immortal who founded the sects one day sees a disciple from his own sect and feels an overwhelming sense of disappointnt.
That was exactly how Kent was feeling now.
His expectation was not t, so he chose to calm his mind first in order not to cause more damage than he had already caused.
He is walking the Genesis path, so as soone walking the first original path of the sword, he wasn't pleased with the performance of the disciples.
He craves a worthy opponent...For that is the path of the Genesis Swordsman.
For the past two days, he had been ditating.
anwhile, a day ago, the Gate Master ca to visit, but Saintess Selene didn't allow her. She told her that her disciple was currently unavailable.
This didn't sit well with the Gate Master, but she couldn't do anything about it. So, she left and planned to co back later.
Kent had ssed up her disciples, and for that, she needed an excuse to get back at him.
Naturally, she was only doing this because she had lost—and brutally at that. Kent would have to up his ga here if he wanted to tap that ass.
Saintess Neomi and her disciple Ingrid had left right after the trial. Kent's performance had been too overwhelming to comprehend, so they needed so space to think.
Of course, the shaless Saintess had invited them, and they accepted, agreeing to co the next day.
It had been two days, but they hadn't returned yet.
Finally, at 7 p.m. on the second day, Ingrid and her master arrived for a visit, and Saintess Selene welcod them with great enthusiasm.
"Where is your disciple? I want to talk to him," Saintess Neomi demanded, her voice firm. Selene simply smiled and stepped aside to let her pass. Saintess Neomi isn't about to let this slide. Kent had violated her sister...Well, that's what she is telling herself.
As for Saintess Selene, she had so things to discuss with Ingrid anyway.
Saintess Neomi passed and headed to where Kent was ditating. When she arrived, she saw Kent lying on his back, casually chewing on an apple.
"You look comfortable," she said, observing him.
Kent, who had already known she was coming thanks to his master's warning, stood up and looked at the beautiful Spear Saintess, who was staring daggers at him.
"You must be Master's big sister," Kent said with a smile. "I'm Kent Madson, but you can just call Kent—or Kenny, if you want."
Saintess Neomi didn't say anything; she just kept staring at Kent for a full five minutes before finally asking a question.
"Did you force her?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Kent responded with an innocent expression. Of course, he knew what she was talking about; he just didn't want to end the conversation that quickly.
"Don't play coy with , Kent. I know my sister, and she would never have given her innocence to any man. So, what did you do to her?" she asked again, releasing a strand of her killing intent.
"And you'd better choose your words carefully. I might not kill you, but there are a lot of bad things I can do to you."
Kent smiled, watching her cold expression.
[Looks like you've got yourself another Tigress master. That gate master is a certified tigress, and now you have yet another one. I guess it's only normal, considering you've been surrounded by cats ever since you arrived in this world.]
Kent, who was about to say sothing, choked on his words as Gaia's shaless voice echoed in his head.
Gaia had already told him that her personality would shift based on the tower she was linked to. Now, with her speaking through the Harem Tower, she was both perverted and shaless, just as expected.
Kent steadied his expression before replying.
"I did not force her. I simply made my desires known, and she couldn't resist. After all, she chose as her disciple—she might have already anticipated this outco."
Kent wasn't about to admit how he had co to have indeed shared an intimate mont with Selene.
He might not have forced her, but he most certainly hadn't let her slip through his fingers. In the end, she overca her trauma and was now genuinely happy.
"So, you are telling this was mutual?" Saintess Neomi asked.
"Definitely mutual. We both wanted it, and we went for it. Now, everyone is happy," Kent replied before standing up.
"If you are here to find out why she chose to beco my woman, then know that I promise to make her happy, and I an every word I say.
Now, it's up to you to decide whether you want to do sothing to and make her sad or let her remain happy. Since you are her sister and practically her guardian, I promise you I won't make her sad."
Saintess Neomi nodded. She had expected as much, but she still wanted to see through his words. So far, it's either Kent is a good liar, or he ant every word he just said.
"Then what are your intentions toward my disciple? I know you have sothing to do with her recent behavior."
Saintess Selene had noticed how surprised Ingrid was when she saw him enter the Arena two days ago. While she may be disconnected from the rest of the world, she wasn't stupid.
She knew sothing had happened between them, and from how Ingrid had been pressuring her to co to the Sword Gate over the past two days, she was certain it was to see Kent.
Additionally, she could tell that Selene and Ingrid had beco very close, which was puzzling. While Selene had always been sowhat close to Ingrid, they never truly hung out or spent more than ten minutes talking with each other before.
But now, they had beco close—practically best friends.
In fact, just yesterday, she overheard Ingrid talking to Saintess Selene through their communication tokens. It was as if they had suddenly beco inseparable.
This puzzled her.
She wasn't jealous of their budding relationship; rather, she was surprised by how lively her sister had beco. It's a new change she must accept.
"What can I say? She saw sothing with those Void Eyes of hers, and now she wants to feel what she saw," Kent replied with a chuckle.
Saintess Neomi, however, didn't imdiately reply to him. Instead, she stared at Kent for a full five minutes. Kent had just ntioned sothing that was known by only one person—her.
Ingrid's Void Eyes.
That was a closely guarded secret, yet Kent seed to know about it.
"How do you know she has Void Eyes?" Saintess Neomi asked, pulling out a spear and pointing it at Kent, who rely stood there, smiling at her.
"That's because I also have similar eyes. That's how I know you're just pretending with the spear..." Kent chuckled and bit into his apple.
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