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 meditating under a tree in Saintess Selene’s mini-mansion.
Right after the battle, Kent, disappointed by the lackluster performance of the disciples, chose to meditate in an attempt to cleanse himself of the disgust he felt.
He didn’t know why, but for some 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 disappointment.
That was exactly how Kent was feeling now.
His expectation was not met, 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 someone 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 meditating.
Meanwhile, a day ago, the Gate Master came 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 come back later.
Kent had messed 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 game 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 some space to think.
Of course, the shameless Saintess had invited them, and they accepted, agreeing to come 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 welcomed 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 some things to discuss with Ingrid anyway.
Saintess Neomi passed and headed to where Kent was meditating. 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 me 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 me, 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 something, choked on his words as Gaia’s shameless 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 shameless, 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 me as her disciple—she might have already anticipated this outcome.”
Kent wasn’t about to admit how he had come to have indeed shared an intimate moment with Selene.
He might not have forced her, but he most certainly hadn’t let her slip through his fingers. In the end, she overcame her trauma and was now genuinely happy.
“So, you are telling me 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 become my woman, then know that I promise to make her happy, and I mean every word I say.
Now, it’s up to you to decide whether you want to do something to me 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 meant every word he just said.
“Then what are your intentions toward my disciple? I know you have something 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 something had happened between them, and from how Ingrid had been pressuring her to come 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 become very close, which was puzzling. While Selene had always been somewhat close to Ingrid, they never truly hung out or spent more than ten minutes talking with each other before.
But now, they had become 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 become inseparable.
This puzzled her.
She wasn’t jealous of their budding relationship; rather, she was surprised by how lively her sister had become. It’s a new change she must accept.
“What can I say? She saw something 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 immediately reply to him. Instead, she stared at Kent for a full five minutes. Kent had just mentioned something that was known by only one person—her.
Ingrid’s Void Eyes.
That was a closely guarded secret, yet Kent seemed 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 merely 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.
