The story of the black silk female knight

"Even with the current result, it can only be said that Valensa won this battle... If this were a real battlefield, Tia should be the victor."

"Why?" Chiba Grass continued to ask.

"Because one of them is a scout and the other is a commander."

Melody shrugs:

“The scouts mostly operate alone, while the commanders are always accompanied by guards… If this was indeed a scout's operation to assassinate the enemy commander, then Valensa’s mission had already failed from the moment she was trapped by the arcane magic.”

"So this is ah……"

Thousand-leaf grass suddenly realized, then rolled her eyes and muttered to herself:

"Is Tia really that powerful? Maybe I can challenge her next time... Judging from the previous two attempts, she probably can't break the Leaf Concealment Technique, so my chances of winning should be pretty high."

. . . . .

The day after the freshman welcome banquet and performance battle, the new academic year at the War College officially began, and Valensa returned to her busy yet sweet campus routine.

Valensa hesitated for a moment before telling Rika and the others about the bald man's desire to train his control over the power of the evil god, and asked for their opinions.

The bald man certainly didn't mean any harm, and what he said made a lot of sense, but Valensa felt that the church was more authoritative when it came to matters concerning evil gods.

Valencia will eventually master her own evil god powers, and the sooner the better—a view shared by the Church and the bald man.

So after some discussion, the church agreed to let Valensa train with the bald man.

Chapter 39 Isn't this something anyone can do?

That night, Tia, who was fast asleep, suddenly felt a chill in the autumn wind.

She yawned, opened her eyes, and found that her soft, plush pillow was gone. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, quietly putting on black stockings.

"...Where are you going so late?"

"I'm going to get some special training from the principal."

"There's no need to hide this from Tia," Valensa laughed.

"Didn't I tell you before? In order to master the power that Mom gave me as soon as possible, I have to work harder."

"Oh right...you mean the one over there..."

Tia was clearly still half asleep; her voice was groggy and languid, yet possessed a captivating allure.

"Since we have special training tonight, couldn't you have saved some energy earlier? My body is about to fall apart."

"That's why we need to warm up properly, hehe."

Valensa had already put on her black stockings. She leaned over and kissed Tia, then stood up and began to put on her clothes and skirt.

"Okay, honey, go to sleep... If everything goes well, I'll be back when you open your eyes tomorrow morning."

“Ummmmmm…”

Tia really wanted to say she wanted to go see too, but she was so sore and weak that she could only pinch Valensa playfully and go back to sleep.

Valensa covered Tia with the thin blanket, closed the window that let in the autumn wind, and left the girls' dormitory of the command department to meet the bald man at the agreed meeting place outside the school.

"what?"

When Valensa arrived, she discovered that she wasn't only waiting for the bald man; there was also a rather serious-looking priestess who was whispering with him.

"Lady Sila? What brings you here?"

Having grown accustomed to Sila's tentacle princess persona, Valensa was now finding it somewhat unsettling to see her in this serious priestess form.

"What else could it be? Of course, I'm worried you'll lose control."

Xila smiled faintly:

"Just in case, I will also be watching your previous special training sessions—if any unexpected situation arises, the principal and I can suppress and seal you together without any problem."

"Oh...I see. Thank you, Lady Sila."

Valensa quickly thanked her.

Did you bring what I asked for?

After Valensa and Shira finished greeting each other, the bald man immediately chimed in, licking his lips as if he were craving something and couldn't wait.

"Of course, here is your wine, Headmaster."

Valensa quickly handed over her tuition fees.

Knowing that the bald man loved alcohol, Valensa had Vie bring back large quantities of it from that cyberpunk world every time she made a deal with him these past few months.

Whether it's top-tier wines reserved for high-level executives of large corporations or cheap drinks from street-side bars, Valensa wants them all—after all, those wines are unheard of in this world and are all novel to the bald man.

"Hehe... Okay."

He opened a bottle of cheap liquor—the kind that costs less than two synthetic meat burgers in the cyberpunk world—and took a few satisfying sips before waving his hand dismissively.

"Let's go catch a few monsters and turn them into soul crystals."

"it is good."

Valensa nodded obediently, and Shira had no objections either. The three of them set off quickly.

In the wilderness of the Kingdom of Fran, even Lighthouse-level monsters are rare. The three of them didn't insist and just found a few unlucky Pearl-level monsters for Valensa to train by making Soul Crystals.

Then Valensa practiced until she was almost sweating.

The method of creating soul crystals, strictly speaking, falls under the categories of magic and alchemy, something Valensa should have been completely ignorant of.

But the bald man had a way of doing things. In the scroll he wrote to Valensa, he bypassed many steps that required magic and alchemy. Where it was impossible to bypass, he used magic crystals instead, which theoretically made no problem.

Valenza's talent in this area was rather lacking; her production process was always flawed, and she had already wasted the corpses of four Pearl-level monsters without success.

With dawn fast approaching, Valensa had no choice but to give up and looked at the bald man:

"How about... Principal, you demonstrate it for me? I'm so sorry, I'm just too stupid."

"Still not working?"

The bald man scratched his head, quite surprised:

"That shouldn't be the case... You're the daughter of an evil god. Shouldn't you be able to use these cult-like methods after just a glance?"

"The methods of cultists..."

Valensa covered her face, secretly glanced at Syra who seemed not to have heard, and said irritably:

"Hey... Headmaster, aren't you going too far? Openly admitting to using cult methods in front of a paladin and a priest?"

"It's just a cult tactic, not something I actually believe in. I have a clear conscience, so what's wrong with that?"

The bald man spoke with conviction, his eyes serious:

"Whether it's evil magic or divine magic, it's just a tool. Power itself is neither good nor evil; it all depends on the person using it. If you were to be punished for just knowing a little bit of evil magic, then you, the daughter of an evil god, would have been purified long ago."

"Gulp... Okay, you're right, you're round-headed."

Valensa herself didn't really care; she was just worried that Sylvanas would take it to heart... But thinking about it carefully, Sylvanas's true form was also a tentacle princess, a creature that sounded rather unorthodox, so it didn't seem like a problem at all.

So Valensa continued to ask the bald man for instructions on how to make the Soul Crystal.

“My method is different from the one on the scroll, you can’t learn it… at least not now.”

The bald man thought for a moment, then glanced at the approaching night and nodded:

"Alright, we can't let tonight go to waste... I'll make a soul crystal for you to try first."

"Uh-huh."

Valensa nodded repeatedly and focused intently on the bald man's movements, intending to learn his techniques for creating soul crystals.

Then Valensa was speechless, and even Sila was somewhat surprised.

The way the bald man creates soul crystals is utterly unbelievable.

Without needing any evil magic, secret arts, or transmutation arrays, he simply slapped his hands on the monster's corpse, then picked up the flattened corpse, rubbed and kneaded it, and a soul crystal the size of a grape appeared.

"Here."

The bald man tossed the soul crystal to Valensa, then rubbed his hands together and stretched.

"Come on, let me see the power of the evil god once more."

"Uh... well."

Valensa, with a belly full of questions and complaints, decided to finish the training first. She took the soul crystal, put it in her mouth, and gently bit it with her teeth.

bang.

It sounds crisp, but the actual taste is a bit like a pitted plum, with a pretty good sweet and sour flavor.

As the soul crystal disappeared from Valensa's mouth, a surge of pure energy was also absorbed by her, combining with the sealed evil god's power within her to jointly challenge the divine magic seal.

Chapter 40 This time, I need to try my best to hold on longer!

"I...uh, gulp!"

Valensa seemed to want to say something, but couldn't.

An overwhelming, intense hunger instantly overwhelmed her brain and took control of her body.

Her bright, azure eyes dimmed as if splashed with ink, her once proud and upright posture turned into a zombie-like pose with her head drooping and hands hanging down, her long, black-stockinged legs spread apart in a V-shape, and a large amount of saliva flowed down her face whenever she opened her mouth.

All the words can be summed up in one word.

"Hungry!!!"

Amidst indistinct screams, the out-of-control Valensa vanished instantly, charging towards the bald man.

"He lost control in just a moment? His willpower is so weak..."

The bald man scratched his head in surprise. When he saw Valencia biting at him, he stretched out his right hand as if to block her.

"Be careful, don't try to take it head-on!"

Seeing this, Sila quickly reminded him:

"Her eating seems to be a conceptual law-level attack that we mortals cannot withstand!"

"Don't worry, I know."

The bald man remained calm, but his hand, which was reaching for Valensa, suddenly accelerated. Just as Valensa was about to bite him, he used a movement that completely defied the laws of physics and biology to wrap around, lunge, and grab Valensa from behind, lifting her up by the back of her neck.

"Roar!"

Valensa drooled and roared, but like a snake caught by its vital spot, no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't bite the bald man right in front of her.

"That's it?"

The bald man sighed in disappointment:

"His strength and speed have improved a lot, and he's no worse than a Star-level warrior, but he's completely lost the combat skills he had as a human... Huh?"

Whoosh!

Before the bald man could finish his comment, Valensa, who had been lifted into the air, suddenly twisted her waist, and a long black-stockinged leg kicked towards the bald man's waist like an iron whip. At the same time, a hand shot out like lightning, and two slender, white, yet extremely dangerous fingers pierced straight into the bald man's eyeballs.

At the crucial moment, the bald man was also decisive. He ignored Valensa's long, black-stockinged legs, took the iron-whip-like kick head-on with his waist, and at the same time, he lowered and raised his head to collide with Valensa's hand.

Bang! Click!

Amidst the sounds of impact and breaking bones, Valensa's fingers and arms were deformed, and she was thrown through the air as if hit by a sledgehammer, crashing through five trees before landing.

"Good guy..."

But the bald man didn't seem to be doing well either; he grimaced and rubbed his kicked back.

"Even if you lose consciousness due to instinct, you would still feign weakness before launching a sneak attack? And you even specifically kicked this old man in the waist... Tsk, you really have no sportsmanship."

"Roar!"

Valensa, who had been sent flying by the bald man's headbutt, quickly got up. With a flash of purplish-black light, her severely deformed arms and fingers were restored to normal within seconds, and then she disappeared from the spot again.

This time, however, she didn't pounce directly on the bald man. Instead, she moved around him at a speed that left a trail of afterimages, gradually closing the distance and searching for his weakness.

"Her recovery ability is still so amazing... No wonder she's that person's daughter."

The bald man seemed to have expected this. He was still rubbing his waist where he had just been kicked with one hand, while making a clenching gesture with the other.