When Saintess Selene arrived at the Spear Gate, specifically at the residence of Neomi, her sister, she had already devised the best way to handle her time there in order not to reveal her relationship with Kent.
She needed some time to let her sister know that she was now a woman in love and had fallen for her disciple. It was an absurd thing to admit, but it was also the undeniable truth.
“I will take it slowly,” she resolved.
After making up her mind, she entered the residence without any resistance. Just like her own place, Neomi’s residence was also protected by formations.
“Big sister, I’m back,” Saintess Selene said, stepping inside the house.
The moment she entered, she found herself face-to-face with a beautiful lady about the same age as her but far more voluptuous in all the right places.
Selene hugged her sister tightly for a few seconds, behaving like a puppy that had missed its master. At that moment, that was exactly what Saintess Selene was. But it was normal, considering she could only show this side of herself around her sister—until she met Kent.
“I missed you, big sister,” Saintess Selene said, smiling.
Neomi arched an eyebrow upon seeing her sister’s cute and genuine smile. It was surprising, considering Selene wasn’t the smiling type just a few months ago.
“Let’s forget the fact that a 60-plus-year-old woman like yourself will never stop behaving like a puppy and focus on why you’re smiling. It seems you’re happy,” Neomi said, looking at her strangely.
“Did something good happen?” she asked.
Aside from the time Selene became a Saintess, nothing good had ever happened to her. It was as if she had been born with bad luck.
For her to be smiling like that, Neomi knew her better than anyone else and suspected that something good might indeed have occurred.
“Big sister, why do you assume I’m only happy because something good happened? Can’t I just be happy because I want to?” Selene pouted, which turned out to be a mistake.
She had never pouted before.
In the past, she despised people who pouted. Neomi couldn’t help but finally accept that her sister had indeed become a different person. Forget about something good happening—she may have actually experienced something extraordinary.
Neomi knew her well, and because of that, she was sure something wasn’t right.
When they ran away from the orphanage, Neomi was 15, while Selene was 13. She had taken care of her for years until Selene came of age and started doing her own things.
But even behind the scenes, Neomi continued to protect her so she could tell when something was wrong. And at this moment, she knew something was definitely off with her sister.
“Spill it…” Neomi demanded with a frown.
Selene looked at her frowning expression and chuckled.
“You are always so serious about things, big sister. This is why I don’t like coming here,” Selene pouted again, but this time, she chose to reveal her big secret.
“I found a disciple… finally,”
She said with a smile that made Neomi finally understand why she was happy. ‘So she has found someone good with the sword like her… I wonder who it is,’ she thought inwardly.
“Who is it? Is she better than you?” Neomi asked.
Selene looked at her and shook her head. It seemed the news hadn’t reached her yet about her disciple offending everyone in the Sword Gate on his first day.
“My disciple is not a she, sister. It’s a he, and his name is Kent Madson.”
Neomi raised both eyebrows upon hearing her reply. Yet again, she was taken aback.
Why…?
Because she knew Selene, and in all the years she had known her, Selene would never choose a male disciple. They both despised men, a sentiment rooted in a horrifying incident they had witnessed years ago in the orphanage.
Even after exacting revenge, they never let go of that hatred. So, never in her wildest dreams did Neomi expect her sister to take in a male disciple.
“Are you being serious?” she asked, looking skeptical. She didn’t know if Selene was just messing with her or if she was serious.
After all, Selene had changed over the past few weeks that she had been away from the sect…
The Selene in front of her and the one she knew seemed different.
If this had been like a year of separation, she would have pulled her weapon and lunged at her with the excuse that Selene had been possessed or something.
Something was indeed very wrong with her, and while she didn’t know yet, she would soon find out. After tasting the forbidden fruit, her disciple had to offer, her hidden tigress had awakened.
Right now, she could have sex with Kent right in front of his other women without any shyness. Of course, she wasn’t about to say all this… yet.
“I am serious, Big Sister,” Selene answered. “My disciple is a male named Kent.”
“I see. Good for you, I guess. The fact that you picked him is enough to convince me he is capable,” Neomi replied, accepting her disciple like a good sister. She wasn’t about to reprimand her over her lifelong decision.
‘Oh he is capable alright…’ Selene smiled thinking of that… Of course, she wasn’t about to say it out loud.
“Can you tell me more about this Kent?”
Of course, the fact that she wouldn’t reprimand her didn’t mean she was about to stand by and watch her make such a decision without thinking it through.
She wouldn’t stop her from choosing her disciple, but she would use her outside perspective to examine whether Kent was bad news for her sister.
If only this had been before she climbed into his bed… But who cares?
“Kent is a hardworking swordsman. Even at just 18 years old, he has already mastered Sword Qi, Sword Aura, and awakened the Sword Body…”
“Wait, what?” Neomi said, her expression turning to shock. “Are you sure? Does he really have all three?” she asked.
“Yes, Big Sister,” Selene answered smugly. “Why would I take him as my disciple if he wasn’t that talented? I have to tell you, Big Sister, Kent is no ordinary talent. Even I pale in comparison to him.”
Neomi didn’t respond immediately, but inwardly, she was stunned. ‘Less than 20 years old, yet already possessing the three key aspects of a swordsman? What kind of monster has she picked up?’
Suddenly, her curiosity was sparked. She wanted to know more about this mysterious Kent.
“Tell me more about this Kent,” she said, a small smile playing on her lips.
Selene also smiled, sensing her sister’s growing interest. “Well, Kent is caring, hardworking, and handsome,” Saintess Selene said with a cute smile that made Neomi raise an eyebrow.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Selene asked, noticing Neomi’s strange expression.
“You look… different. At first, I couldn’t place it, but when you started talking about your disciple, I finally realized where the change is coming from.”
Selene’s heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t prepared for such a perceptive deduction. Neomi noticed her sudden unease, her sharp instincts sensing something was amiss.
“You didn’t…” Neomi said, shaking her head in disbelief.
Selene met her gaze and smiled. “It was better than we imagined… And yes, I slept with my disciple, Big Sister,” she admitted with a proud smile.
“You did what…?” Neomi exclaimed.