Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 505 The Sun's Blessing is really great!
"I've been harassed by a strange person."

On a street not far from the royal castle, Luke looked at the tall figure blocking his way and yawned in boredom.

He originally planned to go and see the strongest person in this world, the contemporary sword saint known as "Reinhard van Astrea".

I was thinking of analyzing the underlying principles behind the many blessings bestowed upon Reinhard, and perhaps even using him as a medium to connect and merge with the world's consciousness...

As a result, they ran into another key figure along the way.

The person shielding Lu Ke was dressed in an exceptionally luxurious bright red dress, with long, flowing golden hair. The main color of her outfit was red, with black and yellow accents.

At this moment, her stunningly beautiful and noble face was half-covered by an exquisitely crafted folding fan, and her voice carried a hint of harshness, anger, and dissatisfaction that defied her beautiful appearance.

"You reckless and vulgar fellow, you are already extremely fortunate to have seen my face, yet you dare to look down on me. You are truly audacious."

Priscilla, a noblewoman known as the "Bloody Bride" because all eight of her husbands died shortly after their marriages and she ruthlessly inherited their fortunes, was a powerful figure.

She is also the "Dragon Priestess" selected after the entire royal family of the Dragon Kingdom of Lugnica died of an unknown disease, and one of the four candidates for the throne.

Her true identity is even more secretive. She is the princess of the Holy Flavia Empire, one of the four great powers, and the rightful heir to the throne. Whether on the surface or in reality, her identity is undoubtedly that of a "princess".

Luke only encountered Priscilla on his way to find Reinhard. He didn't deliberately avoid her, and coincidentally, a gust of wind blew away the black veil covering the noble princess's face. After casually glancing at her appearance, he was stopped and questioned.

"Among my companions, I belong to the type who lacks motivation. I just plan to take a leisurely vacation, enjoy the local customs and culture, meet people who interest me, and see interesting things."

Luke casually glanced at Priscilla and the guards behind her whose faces were concealed by helmets, seeing no sign of the princess's unease or respect, and simply replied indifferently:

"So I suggest you move away now, stay away from me, and don't provoke me. This is better for both of us. I think this is a sincere suggestion."

"As expected of fools! Not only do they refuse to kneel and apologize to me, but they also act like superiors, issuing orders to me... Do you really want to die? To be cut into pieces, or to drown in the pool—do you want that kind of end?"

The princess, who looked quite noble, looked Lu Ke up and down, scrutinizing his handsome face and strong physique inch by inch. When she noticed his naturally relaxed but straight spine, a cold glint appeared in her eyes.

"Um, Your Highness, isn't this going a bit too far...?"

The attendant accompanying him touched his helmet and whispered a word of advice.

"Shut up, Al. I can do whatever I want."

Priscilla impatiently interrupted Al, snapping her folding fan shut with a "click" and arrogantly raising her chin.

"This world revolves around me. No matter what happens, the final outcome will be in my favor. Therefore, I can do whatever I want."

Although she has a tendency to be overly narcissistic, Priscilla does indeed possess extremely powerful [Sun's Blessing].

This blessing grants her enhanced attributes throughout the day and also brings a "good luck" buff, earning her the nickname "Sun Princess" from the local inhabitants, because all her choices will ultimately lead to a "good" outcome.

"I see, that's the reason..."

Luke's eyes flickered slightly, as if he understood why Priscilla had encountered and become entangled with him.

While the Sun's blessing cannot affect oneself, it can affect Priscilla, much like a small magnet cannot attract a massive iron block, but it can draw oneself towards it...

"What are they muttering about?"

Priscilla approached Luke and, upon realizing she was still being "looked down upon" even more intensely, became quite displeased.

"Do you have absolutely no intention of repenting, looking down on me time and time again..."

"Isn't it your own fault for being short, or do you think being tall is a mistake?"

Lu Ke raised an eyebrow, his tone very impolite, showing no intention of indulging the princess.

To be fair, Priscilla is already quite tall for a woman, nearly 1.7 meters, but Luke is still almost a head taller than her, and this height difference made the princess quite unhappy.

"Then you should properly kneel down or kneel before me, or at the very least lower your head to show respect."

Priscilla used her folding fan to lift Luke's chin, narrowing her eyes: "Fine, you can't expect too much from an uneducated savage. Killing you directly seems rather boring. Although you're a vulgar fellow, you're barely passable... So, become my servant?"

"How about it? If you agree, it's not impossible for me to let you go."

Before Luke could answer, Al, standing behind Priscilla, began to earnestly dissuade her.

"Young man, you'd better do as she says. This princess is quite willful; if you refuse, she might really kill you..."

Priscilla crossed her arms, looking at Luke haughtily, quietly waiting for Luke to make a decision.

Lu Ke rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment. "Let me ask you this: if I refuse, are you really planning to kill me?"

Priscilla frowned, sensing that she might be rejected. Although she didn't intend to go that far, backing down like this wasn't in her nature.

"What, do you think I would be so merciful as to let you go?"

Lu Ke shook his head sincerely: "No, I just felt that after hearing the answer, I didn't need to be too polite to you, after all, I quite admire you."

"Huh?" Priscilla was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Luke meant.

"What I mean is, although you're a nice person, this arrogant attitude of yours is really annoying, especially towards me, understand, you bitch!"

Luke cursed and grabbed Priscilla with a cold face. He was so fast that the strongest heir to the throne, who had the blessing of the sun and could use the "Yang Sword," one of the ten great swords, at full power, had no chance to resist.

[—]
A ripple spread through the space as Luke and his subordinate Priscilla vanished from the spot. Seeing this, Al instantly lost his temper and rushed to the location where the two had disappeared.

"your Highness!"

The result was naturally nothing.

Al's face beneath the helmet turned deathly pale, soaked with sweat. He muttered to himself, recalling the movements he had barely seen:
"Oh no, it seems we've offended someone powerful. Has the princess's incredible luck failed? But there shouldn't be any protective or shielding forces around us..."

Not long ago, when he happened to see another heir to the throne frantically searching for his badge, he had arrogantly mocked him from afar. Now, he himself has completely lost his place!
Al tightened his grip on the sword at his waist, looking extremely anxious.

Because he didn't sense any danger, he didn't use his "trump card" and couldn't correct the mistake... Fortunately, this is the capital city, and the capital city has a powerful enough guy.

There was no other way. Although asking for help before the selection had even officially started would obviously cause his reputation to plummet and he might even lose his candidacy for the throne, rescuing Priscilla was more important!

Al took a deep breath and shouted loudly amidst the astonished gazes of those around him, the sound waves spreading rapidly.

"Reinhard! Can you hear me? There's an emergency here that could affect the entire kingdom. Please come over immediately!"

In the vast royal city, even the loudest voice would only echo within a few hundred meters, but in no time, a steady footstep could be heard.

The newcomer had long, fiery red hair, an exceptionally handsome figure, and wore a neat, pure white knight's uniform. At his waist hung a knight's sword of excellent quality, engraved with dragon claw patterns.

Reinhard, the knight among knights, the contemporary sword saint of Astrea, and the strongest among them, who was specially granted the "Reinhard Law" non-aggression treaty when he was young to prevent other countries from being wary of him.

The red-haired swordsman looked at Al seriously and spoke softly:
"Your Excellency, may I ask what has happened?"

"...How...you vulgar fellow...why did I..."

In the luxurious hotel suite, Priscilla was firmly suppressed by a heavy aura, completely unable to control her body, and could only stand stiffly in place.

The man she described as vulgar was sitting in the chair in front of her, looking at her with displeasure.

"At a time like this, you still don't know how to show me any respect. You're a bit out of touch with reality, Priscilla... or should I call you Priscilla, the royal princess of the Holy Flavia Empire?"

You...know me?

Priscilla was startled, her expression changing slightly, but she quickly regained her composure, coldly staring at Luke, forcing herself to remain calm.

"Now that you know my identity, why are you still so presumptuous? If anything happens to me, not only will the Kingdom of the Dragons issue a warrant for your arrest, but the Vladia Empire may also use this as an excuse to declare war and invade."

"None of my business."

Luke's indifferent reply ended the conversation with just one sentence, leaving Priscilla's face full of astonishment. He leaned back in his chair, choosing a more comfortable position, propped his head up with his right hand, and began to speak eloquently.

"To put it bluntly, you've messed with the wrong person. Whether it's good or bad, your attitude towards me is really bad. If it weren't for my relatively mild attitude, the world would have been swallowed up by you. So don't talk about your noble status in front of me. These things are meaningless."

"..."

Although I didn't quite understand, it seemed like I had really messed with a very powerful person...

Priscilla bit her lip, a rare hint of concession on her face.

"What do you want? If you want money or land, I..."

"Who wants that pile of junk?"

Lu Ke clicked his tongue lightly: "You can't even say sorry. It seems I really need to teach you a lesson. Anyway, crawl over here on your knees first."

Priscilla's expression changed, and she glared angrily at Luke, revealing a stubborn look. However, the pressure on her body immediately increased, directly disobeying her master's wishes and pressing the princess to the ground, forcing her to do things that were originally impossible.

"How dare you make me kneel..."

Priscilla's once noble and arrogant face was now flushed with anger and shame, yet she could only watch helplessly as she crawled up to Luke.

"Don't be angry, Your Highness. This is nothing. There should always be some punishment for doing something wrong."

Luke stood up calmly, then sat back down a few seconds later. Priscilla quickly turned her face away, but couldn't help glancing ahead out of the corner of her eye, her eyes showing shock and helplessness.

As expected of a vulgar person, vulgarity everywhere...

"By the way, I don't really like using things that other people have used. If they have experience with them, then forget it. You're supposed to be a princess, after all, and you've had so many husbands..."

Feeling the faint disdain in her gaze, Priscilla's face flushed red, her reason filled with anger. She used all her strength to raise her head, revealing her slender neck.

"Don't think of me as so worthless! Those men are just a means to expand our territory; they don't even have a single finger of mine...not a single one..."

She realized her mistake halfway through her sentence and showed regret.

Oh no, she shouldn't have answered like that... Why am I always so impulsive today...?

Luke admired the mix of shyness, doubt, and regret that kept appearing on Priscilla's face, and smiled with satisfaction. He knew, of course, that Priscilla was inexperienced, but seeing this expression was still very satisfying.

If it was truly the blessing of the sun that brought this about, then that blessing was quite effective, training the master to perfectly suit his whims.

"Didn't you say before that we should bow our heads to show respect? Now it's time to bow your heads, Your Highness. You have to apologize."

Priscilla stood frozen in place, her face alternating between pale and flushed. After a long while, she gave Luke a deep look, as if trying to etch his image into the depths of her mind.

Then, the Sun Princess's beautiful eyes filled with a layer of shimmering water. She closed her eyes, held her breath, and slowly lowered her noble head.

That damned vulgar fellow… I’ll definitely… she’ll have to…

We must get revenge!!!

…………

At first, Priscilla was a little resistant. As a novice chef, she was unwilling to handle the ingredients. She even reluctantly apologized before the actual cooking, saying things like, "I'm sorry, I was too proud before." But after realizing that these words were just for seasoning, she gritted her teeth and shut up.

However, with his culinary skills, which are primarily based on Luke the Dragon Clan and Luke the Anime Clan, supplemented by various other Lukes, Luke easily won over Priscilla's heart with his techniques that challenged the limits of human taste buds. She cheered and devoured the food, tears of joy streaming down her face.

In the end, the haughty princess's evaluation of Luke changed from "that damned barbarian" to "my beloved husband," transforming him from an arrogant wildcat into a docile house cat.

"This reset is a bit slow... Could it be that Kazuma is surprisingly capable?"

Luke touched the Sun Princess on his body. The drowsy Priscilla instinctively opened her mouth and bit her index finger, finally resting her head on her firm chest, exhaling a steady breath through her nose.

…………

Swah——

A deep arc of light flashed across the room, and before Natsuki Subaru could even react, Kazuma pulled him back, narrowly avoiding the attack.

what happened?
Natsuki Subaru looked up blankly and saw the elegant lady who had just entered standing where he had been, holding a curved knife shaped like a hound's fang.

"What are you doing!"

The thief girl, Felt, shouted angrily, took out a dagger, and simultaneously assumed an attack stance with Rom beside her.

"With so many people around, it's obvious that we can no longer hide our whereabouts, so I changed my plan and decided to kill them all."

The woman deftly wielded her scimitar, her voice still possessing a captivating magnetism, but her words were startling and unsettling.

"They're from the slums after all; you can't count on the rats in the sewers."

Natsuki Subaru's eyes narrowed and turned fierce. Recalling his recent memories, the clues connected: "You're the one who killed me!"

"Oh no, it's the person who's about to kill you."

The woman gave a chilling, unsettling smile. "Let me send you to meet the angels."

"Too bad you picked the wrong target!"

Natsuki Subaru suddenly straightened his legs, struck a JoJo-esque pose, and pointed at Sato Kazuma, who was sweating profusely and about to use his stealth ability to slip away.

"The man standing before you is a legendary adventurer captain who can command archmages, crusader knights, goddesses, and overpowered heroes!"

Sato Kazuma:......

It's over, there's no escaping it!

(End of this chapter)