Chapter 29
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Volume 2 + Chapter 29: A Little Magic
Xia Yi, holding the Rose Staff, stepped into the Black Tide.
That sword strike just now—it was she who unleashed it, stopping the priest’s actions.
After all, she was a Sword Saint.
In terms of swordsmanship, she far surpassed others.
As long as she believed something was a sword, she could use it as one—even imbuing it with sword energy.
To exaggerate a bit, she could even duel someone using a frying pan.
Right now, she wasn’t using a Holy Sword, but the Rose Staff. Not to look cool—there was a deeper reason behind it.
“This is as far as you go, Priest.” Xia Yi raised her head and looked toward the priest standing atop the altar.
The priest was visibly surprised.
He didn’t immediately order the sirens to awaken the slumbering Black Tide, but instead carefully observed the silver dragon girl.
His gaze even seemed to carry an intention to communicate.
He stood in silence on the altar, as if waiting for Xia Yi to come up.
As expected—this one possessed a certain degree of intelligence.
Xia Yi also had a few things she wanted to ask him.
And so, under the priest’s watchful eyes, she passed through the Black Tide.
Although the half-dragon monsters were lost in the Sea Dream and unable to move, Xia Yi’s presence still stirred a reaction as she passed among them.
The allure of pure-blood dragon kin made even those trapped in a dream twitch with unrest.
As for their numbers…
Xia Yi estimated roughly—tens of thousands.
She didn’t have an AOE attack like Serra that could cover such a vast range and last a long time. If she truly had to face that many half-dragon monsters…
The odds were definitely against her.
Perhaps judging from Xia Yi’s level of power, the priest felt victory was assured, so he remained calm and composed, with a confident air.
Xia Yi stepped onto the stairs leading up to the altar.
The altar floated atop the sea, its base connected to the outer ocean.
When she reached the central altar, she finally got a clear look at the priest’s appearance.
His body was extremely close to that of a true dragon—even his features were. His pupils were vertical and black, and the scales covering his body gave off a dark, glossy sheen…
Xia Yi had truly never seen a bloodline like this among the dragon race.
It didn’t seem to belong to any known type of conventional dragon.
Just what kind of dragon curse had this priest been afflicted with…?
“Wel…come…!”
The priest’s voice interrupted Xia Yi’s thoughts.
He opened his mouth, wearing a strange, twisted smile. His voice was unbearably unpleasant—like his throat had been scorched by burning coal.
“You can talk?”
“Can…”
The priest nodded and fell silent for a moment.
“…Other half-dragons… different…”
“I can tell.”
“You… are… dragonkind?”
“You’ve never seen a dragon before?”
“…Seen… fought with the Beast of Jealousy…”
“Beast of Jealousy?”
“…Leviathan.”
“Oh.”
Xia Yi understood now.
This priest must be an exception among the Black Tide—he had a slightly better tolerance to the dragon curse than the other half-dragon monsters and could still retain a fragment of rationality.
But just barely. Even his speech was halting and fragmented.
He had likely lost his former self entirely, now acting only on instinct, with a sliver of reason guiding him.
And apparently, he had never seen another dragon—he had only seen Sela in her fully released dragon form.
Could it be that the actions he was taking now were influenced by the dragon curse?
“You… not… discarded… very good…”
“Discarded?”
“You… disappeared… I… worried…”
“You mean me, as the sacrificial vessel?” Xia Yi asked.
“…Yes!!”
The priest confirmed with enthusiasm.
“You… superior… bloodline… pure!”
“That kind of compliment doesn’t exactly make me happy.”
“…You… honored!”
The priest stretched a hand toward Xia Yi, as though inviting her.
“For… the Undying… Black King!”
“Black King?”
“They… are… food for the Beast of Jealousy… You… Black King’s… sacrifice!”
“What kind of nonsense are you spouting?”
“Black King… will… I… can feel…! The King… shall… you… rebirth!!”
The more the priest spoke, the more agitated he became—his eyes filling with tears, as if lost in a religious frenzy born of jealousy.
“To offer sacrifice… for the Black King… is bliss!”
“Lunatic.”
Xia Yi realized that trying to communicate with such a twisted mind—one driven by fanatical, incomprehensible beliefs—was probably a mistake from the start.
But she hadn’t come here to chat or argue with him anyway.
Here is a faithful English translation of the passage:
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But she hadn’t come here to exchange words with him anyway.
The silver-haired loli gripped the Rose Staff tightly and swung it straight at the priest’s head without holding back, fully intending to smash his skull.
But the priest wasn’t just for show either—he raised his own staff and met her strike head-on.
Staff against staff.
Bang!
The two clashed in a direct confrontation.
Xia Yi felt her arm go numb from the shock. This guy’s strength was truly terrifying.
No wonder he could become the priest—without some real skill, he probably couldn’t even keep those half-dragon monsters in line.
“Give up…! You… have no chance…!” the priest shouted.
“Just a reminder, I can use magic.”
Chanting, restrained.
Empowered by the bloodline of the Silver Dragon royal family, Xia Yi was able to cast magic instantly without chanting. At the same time, she channeled her power through the Rose Staff, enhancing the spell’s potency.
Two ice spikes fell from above toward the priest’s head.
He clearly didn’t have time to react, and could only twist his body to avoid a fatal hit. The spikes stabbed into his body.
Impure bloodline was impure bloodline.
If the other party had been a true dragon and had used their dragon form, magic of this level wouldn’t have even scratched the surface.
Xia Yi then stepped forward and kicked the priest in the abdomen, knocking him off into the sea.
She immediately grabbed the chain, gritted her teeth, and with one powerful pull—snapped it.
Hill fell from midair, and Xia Yi caught her securely in her arms.
“…Stubborn… fool…!”
The priest climbed back up onto the altar, pulled the ice spikes out of his body, and crushed them underfoot.
Then, with a fierce roar, he raised his staff high.
“Awaken!!”
Much like before, the priest’s staff once again emitted a sinister red glow. The siren ceased her song.
The half-dragon monsters, once asleep in the Sea of Dreams, all opened their eyes.
The Black Tide had awakened.
They advanced together toward the altar, forming a tide of despair.
In this situation, Xia Yi knew full well—there was no way she could slip away unnoticed.
“…The sacrifice… walks willingly to her doom!”
“You… really think you’ve won, don’t you?”
“…?”
“If that’s the case, then open your eyes wide—and witness what’s about to happen!”
Xia Yi set Hill down gently, then raised her Rose Staff and began chanting in the language of dragons at full speed.
These dragon words weren’t for casting a spell, but rather for activating a magic formation—so the chant was completed in a very short time.
Immediately after, the ancient ruins of the city began to shake. Explosions rang out one after another, flames shot into the sky, illuminating the pitch-black heavens.
The priest’s eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.
The interior of the ancient ruins city was collapsing. The ground beneath the half-dragon monsters crumbled and fell away, and seawater surged in from below, swallowing the Black Tide.
“How’s that for pulling the floor out from under you?” Xia Yi said with a smile.
“…You don’t… know your place!”
The priest’s face twisted with rage.
“Holy Sword—Gram.”
Xia Yi put away the Rose Staff and summoned the Holy Sword, her gaze fixed on the priest, radiating killing intent.
“Prepare to die, priest.”
At the same time, Hill, lying on the ground, slowly opened her eyes…
