“Do you think he can defeat Ishea?” one of the Faerie’s asked her nearby friends, her voice ethereal and charming.
“Surely that’s not possible,” one of her friends replied, her voice equally soft and ethereal.
“He already bested Hialeah,” another chimed in, “so his talent and power cannot be looked down on.”
“We all know the level of his talent,” the first one who spoke chimed in again, “but surely there are limits, even for him.”
As if answering their questions, one of the fighters fell to their knees and clutched their head, seemingly in pain. The eyes of the Faerie’s widened in shock, as the one that had fallen to their knees waas Ishea.
“Even Ishea lost?” one of them couldn’t help but exclaim.
“We Faerie’s are known for our soul talent, and yet we cannot compare to a single human boy,” another sighed while shaking her head in disappointment. “Has our Seraphic Soul Palace fallen so much?”.
“There’s still Iseria,” one of them said to cheer up the other, “surely she’ll-“
“Hahaha! That was a good fight!”
The girl’s words were interrupted by a boisterous eruption by the other fighter, who rushed over to the kneeled Faerie and helped her stand up. The girl took his hand and stood up with his help, and bowed her head slightly to him in a gesture of good faith before she returned to the other Faerie’s.
“Who’s next?” the youth said with great excitement, “this is beyond fun.”
“I was skeptical when Palace Master brought in this boy the other month to train alongside us, but it seems as though she knew what she was doing, as always,” one of them said.
“It’s true his talent may be monstrous, but his personality is quite…brazen,” another replied as they recalled all the things the youth had done and said over the last few months.
Another Faerie stepped out from within the crowd, her movement causing the others to feel a swell of hope within their bodies. The Faerie’s beauty was beyond breathtaking, even more so than the others nearby. The ethereal aura around her was also beyond compare, as if she was a holy spirit.
“Iseria is finally making her move,” one of them whispered to her nearby friends.
The boy’s eyes lit up as he watched who approached him, while a large smile appeared on his face.
“Hahaha….Iseria, are you finally going to accept my challenge?” the boy asked boisterously.
“I am,” Iseria replied, her voice like that of an angel, “you have proven yourself worthy of my challenge.”
“Good, good, this will be fun,” the boy replied as a slightly lewd expression appeared on his face. “Seeing as your cultivation is a minor realm above mine, I don’t think it’s fair if there’s no reward for this battle if I win.”
“You won’t win,” Iseria replied calmly, “but what is the reward you desire?” she asked, entertaining the boy’s suggestion.
“Hmmm,” the boy pondered the question for a moment, before his smiling gaze returned to her face. “If I win…how about you give me a kiss?” he said without any shame at all.
The cheeks of all the Faeries, Iseria included, became tinged with rosy embarrassment at the suggestion. The boy’s actions, mannerisms, and words were completely opposite of how the Faerie race conducted themselves, and none of them knew how to deal with him, as he seemed to have no shame at all.
Before Iseria could reply, another figure suddenly appeared within the courtyard, attracting the attention of everyone present. The figure was a Faerie who appeared to be in her thirties, but was clearly much older. Her beauty was enough to topple nations, although the icy aura she radiated would give pause to any lecherous thoughts.
“Palace Master,” the Faeries said in respectful unison.
“The Honorable Alliance has contacted us,” the Palace Master said, getting straight to the point. “They have mentioned that a great omen has befallen their youths, who are currently in an ancient realm, and have requested our aid. They did not hide the dangers that may lurk within, and entering may cost you your lives…however, the opportunities within that ancient realm are beyond compare, some that could elevate one’s cultivation and talent to the forefront forever. I come to you with the choice to enter that realm…or remain here. Either answer is acceptable, but the choice is yours to make.”
The Faeries fell silent after listening to their Palace Master, as they had not expected such a serious thing to be brought up all of a sudden. The Faerie Race was allied with the Honorable Alliance, the Seraphic Soul Palace included, but most Faeries enjoyed peace, and removed themselves from the troubles of the world.
“The Honorable Alliance?” the boy spoke up, his words causing all to gaze at him. “That includes the Heavenly Lightning Sect, right?”
“That it does,” the Palace Master replied.
“Hahaha, count me in then,” the boy said boisterously, his excitement clear for all to see.
“Are you sure?” the Palace Master asked. “Entering could mean your death!”
“Of course I’m sure,” the boy replied, his excitement not dimmed even a bit, “if anyone or anything tries to kill me, I’ll just kill them first!”
The outward enthusiasm and lack of fear from the boy seemed to stir the Faerie’s, who didn’t want to lose out to the human boy. While the Faeries did remove themselves from the world for the most part, they were a prideful race that didn’t like to lose out to anyone.
“I’ll join!” one Faerie spoke out.
“Me too,” another said firmly. Similar voices sounded out, as almost all the Faeries ended up voicing their willingness to join. The Palace Master’s face remained calm, but a tinge of pride flashed by on her face, as she clearly was in support of their decisions.
“Good, then we leave immediately for the Honorable Alliance,” the Palace Master instructed, her gaze shifting back to the lone boy, her gaze becoming a bit icier. “And Miko…try to keep your hands to yourself and away from my Seraphic Soul Palace disciples on the trip over…or don’t blame me for punishing you.”
“Yes mam,” Miko replied as a chill crawled up his spine from the Palace Master’s icy gaze.