Village Head's Debauchery

Chapter 982  Isadora's Next Steps

An average individual would take three months to reach this milestone, while a talented person might achieve it in just one month.

Given Orion's strong bond with the Crimson Greatsword and natural talent, she expected him to progress even faster.

After twenty minutes, the Crimson Greatsword began to vibrate independently, indicating Orion had successfully established a powerful connection with his Celestial energy and the weapon. Once he grasped the intricacies of the art, he immediately began exploring its potential.

Suddenly, the Crimson Greatsword lifted from the ground and floated beside him. It moved up and down, swayed forward and backwards, and then stood vertically, rotating around him. It glided to the room's edge and returned, hovering horizontally before him.

Orion also sensed his Celestial energy slowly depleting. Fortunately, his Celestial energy matched his Vylkr energy's level, making the depletion negligible.

Witnessing this, Aerialia smiled. "Good. You've got the hang of it. If you keep at it, you'll master the next 40 per cent threshold in just a few more training days. Then, I'll show you a few techniques to select from which you could utilise with the Crimson greatsword."

Orion nodded thoughtfully. The next threshold involved managing Celestial energy expenditure and maintaining control under stress, crucial for increasing the weapon's range and duration and executing complex manoeuvres with precision and speed. With his current schedule, he estimated breaking through within a day or day and a half, so he agreed with Aerialia's assessment. As for the subsequent thresholds, he anticipated mastering them within a week, allowing him to progress steadily without rushing.

"If only I could find a technique to effectively blend my Vylkr energy with other techniques, many of my current challenges would be resolved," Orion sighed. Although he had inadvertently achieved this in the past, it remained something beyond his complete control.

Seig was the only person he had seen successfully infusing Vylkr energy into their techniques. Orion initially assumed it was due to Seig using a diluted form of Vylkr energy. Still, upon questioning him, he learned it was not just his physical strength as a half-giant and rigorous training that enabled this feat but also the assistance of his Gearweaver.

Orion doubted the existence of a technique based on Vylkr energy, whether he would find it, and whether there was even one. "True," Aerialia responded, shaking her head wearily. "The only way I see you achieving such a feat is by creating your own technique rooted in Vylkr energy. Alternatively, you could follow the path of that gods' chosen and master a technique beyond the 50 per cent threshold, then slowly integrate your Vylkr energy into your attacks."

She empathised with his frustration, likening it to the challenges of fully utilising Divine energy as a god. Nonetheless, she could only give him words of encouragement.

"I have no choice but to do my best," Orion responded, nodding before he discussed the events that had transpired today with Aerialia.

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Patriarch Rylan mansion

Witnessing his daughter walk through the door, Patriarch Rylan immediately approached. "How was today?" he asked, meeting her as she entered.

"The same as always," Isadora responded wearily. Besides traversing the floating island to relay Orion's messages to the tree nymphs and caretakers managing provisions, she dealt with governors of Orion's cities—who happened to be his wives—and handled critical matters, reserving only the most significant issues for Orion himself.

She had recently learned that Orion had an appointed messenger for himself as the Village Chief but couldn't use him, as he had been reassigned to assist the former Village Chief with the village's affairs.

Patriarch Rylan nodded and continued, "I have something important to discuss with you urgently."

Isadora halted her steps and observed her father curiously. "What is it?" she asked, noting his unusual seriousness—something she hadn't seen since he revealed the existence of the Divine artefact pursued by the Sleeping Fox Runaway City and the Wanderlust Traveling Tortoise Runaway City. He had vowed not to withhold such information from them again.

Patriarch Rylan immediately delved into the matter, recounting everything that had transpired earlier that day during his meeting with Orion. When he finished, he observed Isadora's stunned expression, patiently waiting for her to process and respond.

Isadora quickly regained her composure and shook her head. "While I appreciate the opportunity that the Village Chief is willing to give me, I am content with my current role as his assistant," she replied, her tone serious. Despite her outward calm, her heart was in turmoil.

'Mistresses? Main family?' Isadora thought, not expecting Orion's family system to be so complex. However, as the idea of becoming one of Orion's mistresses began to shape her mind, Isadora swiftly pushed it aside. She didn't want to appear to be taking advantage of Orion's aid to the Four-eared elves or becoming power-hungry by seeking such a position. Therefore, she hesitated, unsure if she could compete for such a role.

Upon hearing his daughter's words, Patriarch Rylan initially wanted to interject but then shook his head before responding, "Village Chief Orion emphasised that he doesn't want you to feel pressured into making a decision. This is something you must earn and decide for yourself. I only want you to know I'll support whatever your decision is."

Isadora nodded quietly in acknowledgement.

Patriarch Rylan gave one last nod before turning around and ascending the stairs toward the direction of the two children he had personally adopted.

Isadora remained behind, her mind reeling as she tried to decide and arrange her thoughts.

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Two days later

Orion briefed the eight individuals serving as representatives of Paradise, overseeing both the Sleeping Fox Runaway City and the Wanderlust Travelling Tortoise Runaway City one last time before they departed. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Beside each stood their respective warriors, with Vylkr Fusion Armlets gleaming on their left or right hands. They were clad in a mixed set of armour forged from Vylkr alloy and with enchanted leather-like material.

On their faces was a plain black mask with a design similar to his, making it look simple yet distinct. Considering its uses, all eight representatives were given masks to protect themselves.