Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 716 - 386 Special Instruction (8K, please subscribe!)_3
"It's you!!?"
Zoira suddenly turned back and looked at the silent old knight, but he didn't respond.
At this moment, the old knight turned his head to look at the stone chamber's entrance.
Noticing Zoira's gaze, he asked solemnly, "Child, did you hear it?"
"Hear what? I didn't hear... Hmm?"
Zoira's expression changed as she, too, heard the faint sound: "Is that... footsteps? Is someone coming?"
Hearing this answer, Morton's expression didn't relax but instead tightened even more.
Indeed, someone was coming.
This wasn't a reality that belonged solely to the two of them; others were also eligible to come.
But the problem was... although Morton heard the approaching footsteps, he bizarrely didn't sense any presence.
An existence of unknown form was slowly approaching.
If it weren't for Zoira hearing the sound too, he would have suspected that he was experiencing auditory hallucinations.
Moreover, as the footsteps grew closer, Morton's unease intensified, and his muscles gradually tensed up.
The wounds on his body started to ache faintly—an instinctual warning he had developed through years of battle.
He couldn't ascertain the other's hostility, but one thing was certain... the other party was undeniably dangerous!
The opponent was absolutely a legendary-level power.
Moreover, not an ordinary legend!
Although Morton only had High Tier strength on paper, with his rich experience, he was invited more than once to join legendary squads and had fought against several legendary-level enemies.
He had seen quite a few legends in his life.
This unknown visitor was probably an exceptionally dangerous existence among all legends.
A thought flashed through Morton's mind.
"This sensation... could it be an Ascender?"
After pondering for a moment, Morton slowly nodded.
Yes, it probably was.
Among all the legends he had encountered in his life, only a legendary mage who had held an Ascension Ceremony could exert such pressure on him.
Although Zoira didn't sense a strong sense of crisis, Morton's silence made her tense too, instinctively placing her hand on the sword hilt at her waist.
The two stood vigilantly, one on the left and the other on the right, watching the stone chamber's door.
However, although they were tense, they weren't truly worried.
Don't forget, this was the Mist Monastery; the visitor was likely a friend, not a foe.
"..."
But even knowing this, the pressure on them grew as the footsteps became increasingly distinct.
Tap, tap, tap…
Before they knew it, they seemed to hear strong and powerful beats in their ears—their own heartbeats.
That heartbeat seemed to gradually sync with the footsteps, each fall stepping onto their hearts.
During this time, the different reactions from the two paladins revealed their individual characters.
Zoira's hand tightened its grip on the sword hilt, yet her expression grew calmer.
Morton's heartbeat slowed, but his expression became more ferocious, and his blinded left eye faintly glimmered.
Tap, tap, tap… tap.
And as they waited nervously, the footsteps stopped outside the door, and the person outside politely knocked lightly.
Knock, knock.
Two knocks, like strikes against their hearts, froze the atmosphere in the stone chamber.
Without receiving a response, the person outside didn't speak but slowly pushed open the door.
Squeak…
And when the door slowly opened, the first to react in the stone chamber wasn't Morton and Zoira.
The first to react, and most dramatically, was the Angel Battle Armor in the center of the stone chamber!
Buzz!!!
The Angel Battle Armor, which had shown little interest towards the two paladins, suddenly flew from the stone platform and charged at the figure entering through the door.
The battle armor moved at astonishing speed, coming unexpectedly, startling the person entering.
"Hmm? What's this?"
The visitor didn't give it much thought, immediately raising a hand and forcefully slapping the helmet of the armor.
Whoosh—smack!
"A surprise attack?"
Along with an uncertain mumble, the Angel Battle Armor flew back faster than it had charged forward.
Whoosh—bang!!!
In Zoira's shocked gaze, the armor she had longed for was casually swatted away by the unknown young man, slamming heavily against the wall and scattering in pieces.
???
Zoira could no longer maintain her previously tense expression, opening her mouth wide.
...Huh?
At that moment, she didn't even have the chance to ask who the visitor was.
She merely stared intensely at the scattered pieces on the ground, trembling and attempting to reassemble themselves to charge forth again—the Angel Battle Armor.
Is this... right?
She resembled a worshipper watching her cold-hearted goddess indifferently embrace someone else, only to be pushed into a puddle and yet still not choose her.
For a moment, she couldn't determine whether to be sad or delighted.
Delighted that someone else wasn't interested in her goddess.
Sad that even when dismissed, the goddess still didn't favor her, the devotee.
"Trying to ambush me?"
After Herbert entered, he repelled the assailant and then shook his hand dismissively, snorting, "Practice a bit more before trying again."
He glanced at the scattered Angel Battle Armor, curling his lips.
Is this all?
This item doesn't seem like anything worthwhile?
Eventually, persuaded by Ophidia, Herbert reluctantly accepted the task of visiting the Sun Church.
