Chapter 194: Areishia Idriss

The girl's unusual behavior piqued Roa's interest. He circled around her twice, very curious about her next actions.

Normal people would have other thoughts upon seeing such a handsome steel sword, right? Even Roa, if he saw something like a divine weapon, would have curious thoughts.

Roa began to observe the girl's actions. She did not contemplate for long; eventually, she sighed deeply, extended her beautiful jade-like hands, and grasped the steel sword.

The girl's calmness left Roa puzzled. Rather than discovering this place by chance, her actions seemed more like she already knew the sword was here.

Unlike Roa's arduous struggle, the girl easily pulled out the long sword, as if it were destined. The holy sword burst forth with brilliant light.

The dazzling light illuminated the girl's clothing, and the folds of her skirt swayed slightly with the breeze.

At that moment, an unprecedented terrifying divine power flowed through the girl, radiating a holy light.

As she pulled out the steel sword, her identity became clear.

She was known as the Savior Saint, who defeated the demon king that brought suffering to the world. Her name was Areishia Idriss.

Upon drawing the holy sword, she did not show a happy expression; instead, a hint of sorrow crossed her face. This sorrow flashed by quickly, and she soon returned to her blank expression. Areishia's rapidly changing emotions made Roa wonder if he had misinterpreted the girl's earlier expression.

Areishia walked out of the altar with the holy sword, and Roa shifted his perspective to follow her outside. The sky outside was very bright, with a blue sky and white clouds intertwining to form a unique landscape.

This was a lawn, and the location of the altar was above the grass, making it easy to see what was below.

There were flocks of sheep, many types of sheep, mostly woolly sheep, mixed with a few goats. At that moment, these sheep were leisurely grazing.

The girl holding the holy sword walked toward the goats. The path was not easy to traverse, and Roa began to add drama to the scene.

The rugged mountain path symbolized the difficulties the girl would face ahead. The road ahead would be challenging, but the girl was not afraid of hardship. In the end, she would defeat the demon king and bring light back to the world.

Hmm, a great protagonist setup; no wonder she was called the Savior Saint.

As for the spirit of the steel sword, it manifested as a girl with silver hair, probably around twelve or thirteen years old. Roa had already guessed her identity; she should be Est.

In the future, as his beloved sword, Roa was quite concerned about the girl's image and prepared to focus on remembering her appearance.

Est was also a girl of twelve or thirteen, with beautiful silver long hair, doll-like delicate features, and skin as white as jade. Unfortunately, her chest was quite flat.

Another little loli.

Wait, why did he say "another"?

Roa fell into contemplation.

Roa's added drama did not affect the progress of the two. They began to converse.

"Master, my name is Terminus Est, the highest-ranked Sword Spirit. You can just call me Est."

"Um, I am Areishia Idriss. You can call me Areishia."

Their conversation stopped here, and they continued walking in silence.

Gathering the sheep together, Areishia returned the flock to the village. Areishia, along with Est, walked toward the church, and in front of everyone's astonished gazes, she summoned the holy sword.

In the end, this ordinary shepherd girl, at the age of fourteen, pulled out the holy sword and set off on the path to confront the demon king.

Roa wanted to continue watching the remaining journey.

In the next moment, his vision blurred, and Roa's consciousness fell into a haze.

When he opened his eyes again, he realized he was back in the soft bed. Areishia's experience was very interesting; it could completely be read as a story of a hero embarking on a journey to defeat the demon king.

"Was that the dream of that Sword Spirit?" Roa murmured to himself.

The contracted spirit and the spirit user could share dreams on rare occasions. Although he didn't know why he could share each other's dreams, it undoubtedly provided Roa a quick way to understand Est.

As Roa regained his senses, he felt a tickling sensation in his abdomen, as if something was pressing down on him.

But when he looked up, his expression froze in place.

In front of him, a very cute girl was unknowingly lying on him. Who else could it be but Est?

The girl's long hair cascaded down to her waist, and the morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a faint golden hue on her face.

If she were just sitting on Roa, his expression wouldn't have frozen. But the key issue was that she was completely naked, revealing her delicate skin.

No, to be precise, she wasn't entirely naked; she was wearing black over-the-knee socks.

A naked silver-haired beauty girl wearing only over-the-knee socks.

Her long hair fell over her chest, and the girl leaned close to Roa's ear, calling out, "It's time to get up, Master."

Est's tone was cold, and her expression showed no change, as if she were inherently like this.

But what on earth was going on?

Roa, whose brain had short-circuited, directly asked, "Why are you on my bed?"

Est replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "Because I belong to you, Master, and right now, I'm waking you up."

Roa's mouth twitched; Est's words made him feel a bit embarrassed for the first time.

The girl was in her loli form, and this loli form of Est made Roa feel an intense sense of guilt.

Damn it, this would make him look like a pervert.

While his mind was racing, his mouth began to complain, "Why are you sitting on me naked while wearing over-the-knee socks to wake me up?"

Est's previously calm expression finally changed. A faint blush appeared on her face, and her tone carried a hint of unnoticeable shyness as she said to Roa, "Do you want me to take off my socks? Isn't that too embarrassing? Are you a pervert, Master?"

The always expressionless Est showed a semblance of wavering for the first time.

But why was she so strange about being shy?

Roa, unable to understand, sighed and rubbed his forehead, sitting up.

Not wanting to dwell on why she would feel shy about being barefoot, Roa said to Est, "Can you not call me Master? A different title would be better."

Est raised her eyes, her purple gaze meeting Roa's light golden one. She looked at him and said, "Master is Master. What do you want me to call you?"

Roa casually replied, "Just call me Roa; no need for honorifics, just be casual."

Est nodded and said to Roa, "Understood, Master."

Roa helplessly said, "So, you still prefer to call me Master? Forget it, call me whatever you like, just don't do it in front of others."

Not wanting to dwell on the title, Roa glanced at the clothes beside him. His shirt was definitely not an option; the girl was not tall enough, and it would fit her poorly.

Should he ask Ellis to borrow a piece of women's clothing?

But if Ellis saw their current situation, she would definitely think of Roa as a pervert and come to clean him up, right?

Before Roa could think more, there was a knock on the door, and Ellis's voice came from outside.

"Roa, are you still not awake?"

Roa's expression changed, and then, to his shock, Ellis pushed open the door, dropping something she was holding with a clatter to the floor.

Ellis looked at the two inside with a face full of astonishment. The girl immediately drew the knight's sword she was holding, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she angrily shouted, "You shameless scoundrel! What are you doing? Who is she?"

At that moment, Est hugged Roa's arm and looked at Ellis with a blank expression, asking Roa, "Master, who is she?"

Roa looked at the knight's sword in Ellis's hand, which was radiating a cold light, and tried to explain something, but he felt that explaining this matter would be quite troublesome.

In fact, Ellis had no intention of giving Roa a chance to explain.

"Wind of calamity, turn into countless blades and cut down my enemies—"

Ellis cast a spirit magic spell, and violent wind blades gathered and shot toward Roa's position.

"You guy, why are you like Claire, always ready to fight at the slightest disagreement?"

Roa's mouth twitched as he complained.

A surge of pitch-black magic power erupted from him. The restrictions in this world were somewhat higher than those in the Demon Slayer world, probably allowing the casting of upper-level magic. As long as it was within this range, it was unlikely to be detected by the world's consciousness.

Ellis did not use her full strength, but since she cast spirit magic here, it meant that Ellis was unable to remain calm.

The pitch-black magic flowed like liquid, transforming into fine lines that attacked the wind blades. The wind blades collided with the fine lines but were instantly devoured by the pitch-black magic.

This shocked Ellis.

"What is this?"

"Well, it's spirit magic." Roa ignored Ellis's astonished expression, extended his hand, and the magic that had consumed the wind blades gathered again at his fingertips before disappearing.

Roa put on his clothes and said to Ellis with an unhappy expression, "What are you trying to do, destroy the house?"

Indeed, releasing spirit magic at such a close distance would likely have affected the entire dormitory if Roa hadn't intervened.

Ellis was slightly taken aback, her gaze shifting elsewhere, looking somewhat guilty.

Clearly, she also realized the problem at hand.

Roa sighed and said to Ellis, "As the leader of the Sylphid Knights, who usually supervises discipline, it turns out that you are the one who cares the least about rules on a daily basis."

Ellis noticed the faint sarcasm in Roa's tone.

Her face flushed with embarrassment, and she angrily retorted, "Isn't it because of you doing such things here, you shameless scoundrel, lecher!"

Roa rubbed his forehead, pushed Est forward, pointed at Ellis, and tapped Est on the head, saying, "You explain it, and next time, don't appear in my bed."

Est covered her head, turned her cold little face towards Ellis, and began to explain, "I am the contract spirit of my Master."

It was a brief explanation, but very direct.

Upon hearing this, Ellis began to scrutinize Est, her face showing disbelief.

"A human-shaped contract spirit?"

Clearly, Ellis understood how rare human-shaped contract spirits were.

After learning about Est's background from Roa, her expression became even more shocked.

"The legendary Demon Slayer Holy sword? It really exists?"

After all, this was something from over a thousand years ago, and the deeds of the so-called Savior Saint had long been regarded as mere stories.

Once Roa unraveled this farce, Ellis took out a somewhat long academy uniform from the wardrobe and personally dressed Est in it.

After coming out, Est deliberately turned around, casting her gaze towards Roa, and asked, "Does my Master like it?"

Roa looked at her and honestly replied, "Surprisingly good."

Est's appearance needed no further words; wearing this outfit was like playing dress-up.

With Roa's affirmation, Est's mood brightened.

Ellis came out of the kitchen with breakfast, and the three of them sat at the table to eat together.

Watching Est nibble on her food, Roa felt quite curious.

"Does Est also need to eat?"

Est looked up at Roa, finished the food in her mouth, and replied, "Not really, but compared to humans, we enjoy food more like a pleasure."

Roa understood; like himself, he didn't need to eat or sleep, but he still maintained the habit of eating occasionally.

After finishing the meal, Ellis had tasks to attend to, so she greeted Roa and left.

Roa hesitated for a moment but ultimately headed towards Greyworth's office.

With the contract spirit secured, the next step was to see how Greyworth would arrange things.

In the headmaster's office, Greyworth, wearing glasses, sat in a chair and said to Roa, who was standing nearby, "You've got the contract spirit; now you just need to prepare for the Spirit Blade Dance Festival."

Roa pondered for a moment and couldn't help but ask curiously, "How about I try it alone?"

Roa was feeling extremely confident, especially after contracting the Demon Slayer Holy sword, and he felt he could easily dominate an entire Blade Dance Festival.

Facing such a Roa, Greyworth expressed a clear attitude.

With a straight face, Greyworth said, "No, this Blade Dance Festival must consist of a team of four, so you should hurry and find your teammates."