Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 715 - 386 Special Instruction (8K, please subscribe!)_2

In this world, there is no injury that truly incapacitates; as long as one is willing to pay the price, they can restore themselves to their peak condition.

The Mist Monastery does not lack High Tier Priests, and helping him recover from his injuries requires no cost.

Yet Morton refused assistance from others, insisting on retaining his injuries.

In his younger days, he was almost obsessively devoted to enhancing his strength, believing that only by keeping these scars could he better improve his power.

Although he has since given up his strong obsession with power growth, he still has not healed his injuries.

The elderly Paladin has long grown accustomed to these scars.

Now, he seems more like a greatsword whose edge has been dulled by countless fierce battles.

A weighty sword with no edge, subtlety and craft at play.

So, is Morton truly at a disadvantage now?

Though Zoira might not want to accept it, the fact is... it's not really so.

If Morton wished, he could have reached Zoira's current position far earlier, even surpassing her.

Yet the old Knight continued to advance at his own pace, step by step, unwilling to disturb the spirit of the Battle Armor.

It could even be said that in his heart, he might have been waiting for the young to surpass him.

Morton has actually been waiting all along.

If Zoira could successfully gain the recognition of the spirit of the Battle Armor, he would willingly concede, perfectly positioning himself "a step behind" her.

This wasn't deliberate leniency, just the support of an elder for the younger generation.

Morton has no kin, but if he hadn't become a Paladin, hadn't joined the Monastery to become a Cultivator, then his great-great-granddaughter would be about Zoira's age.

Ah... he simply loves looking after young people.

If nothing else changes, the duel between them would continue like this until a winner is decided.

Alas, the heavens have other plans.

Just as Zoira was one step away from success, a change occurred.

The Battle Armor, having long remained indifferent to their approach, suddenly trembled.

Then, the seemingly aged Battle Armor burst into dazzling light!

Buzz——

The sudden unforeseen event left Zoira stunned—she quickly raised her head to look at the Battle Armor.

"Huh!!?"

What just happened?

After initial confusion, she soon became excited.

The Angel Battle Armor had reacted, which meant the spirit of the Armor had fully awakened.

!!!

Could it be that this change was triggered by her just having taken another step forward?

No, she mustn't get excited!

Zoira clenched her fists tightly, barely suppressing the urge to stand up and advance.

"...Ugh."

She maintained her kneeling posture, raising her head, staring intently at the Battle Armor.

The young one was excited, thinking she had finally gained the spirit of the Armor's approval.

On the other side, the old one had a slight change in expression, sensing a difference in the current situation.

"What... is happening?"

While Zoira was excited, Morton, standing behind her, could clearly observe.

The resurrection of the Armor's spirit hadn't occurred immediately after Zoira stepped forward—it changed after a second or two.

The old Knight recalled the Armor spirit's behavior—it wasn't awakening, but being triggered by someone else.

The last time the Armor spirit was triggered was three years ago, by a young Paladin named Fao.

However, after catching the Armor spirit's attention, that young one hadn't attempted to forge a deeper bond with it.

Fao believed his strength was still too weak; if he accepted the Armor's protection, he'd lose the sense of crisis between life and death, making it hard to significantly improve his strength.

Ultimately, he gave up this rare opportunity, opting to continue honing himself, waiting until he had enough strength in the future to try again.

Morton very much agreed with Fao's perspective—he held a similar view in his youth but was more extreme—choosing the most dangerous approach.

Morton never donned armor, not even leather. He fought by exchanging injuries and blood in desperate battles.

Perhaps because of this bad habit, the Armor spirit showed little interest in him.

Not resisting, but not particularly fond either.

And now the Angel Battle Armor was reacting more fervently than it had when it encountered Fao.

Buzz buzz buzz!

At the center of the stone chamber, the Battle Armor was now trembling violently, its aura gradually changing.

Twice over? 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

No, at this intensity, it was probably over tenfold!

Morton pondered, wondering what kind of person could elicit such a response from the Armor.

"What exactly is..."

A bold idea flashed through his mind.

Could it be that Fao's strength had ascended to Legendary?

After waiting a while, Zoira could no longer hold back, eager, she stood up to approach.

"Sir Armor, I... Huh!!?"

Yet as she took a step, she was repelled by a force, stumbling backward several steps, stopping before Morton.

"This is..."

At this moment, Zoira realized something was wrong, the situation seemed different from what she imagined.

Could it be, the person the Armor spirit was awaiting, wasn't me?