Misty World: Start with SSS skill

Behind the white curtain was a large bed that was sculpted from a special stone. The bed has an extremely soft mattress that adorns it.

In particular, a woman was lying on her side on the bed, her left hand on her head. Although her face could not be seen clearly, the silhouette of her perfect curves could be seen through the white curtain.

"Ah…. It's you, Number 3, no, to be more precise, Rafos."

Yes, although Number 3 was not named by his father, he identified himself as Rafos.

"Yes…" Rafos replied, bowing his head. Although he knew that the woman lying there was very beautiful, he did not dare to raise his head.

He was just an ordinary warrior, an abandoned child, but in front of him is the holy maiden of Saric Sanctuary, Seraphen.

"What news did you bring me today, Rafos?"

"Holy Maiden… Savuo's plan to overthrow Selvih… failed."

"Hm?!"

When Rafos heard that sound, he felt fear, and sweat poured out of him like water. He felt that the person lying there was not Seraphen but death.

"I seem to have misheard, could you repeat what you said, Rafos."

Although Seraphen's voice was as smooth as a wind chime, when it reached Rafos' ears, he felt that death was trying to cut off his head.

Rafos gulped in fear, then said: "Everything was prepared very carefully, Silutop, who appeared at that time, could also defeat Selvih, but the Void Lord appeared."

"Void Lord?"

"That's right. That person called himself the Void Lord, he saved Selvih and defeated Silutop easily. Then he destroyed the entire Dark-Elf Kingdom and took Selvih away."

Then… There was silence. Rafos was a little scared, the surroundings were so quiet that he could hear his own breathing.

He could even hear his heart beating rapidly.

"You mean… that person claimed to be the Void Lord?" Seraphen spoke again.

Rafos hastily replied: "Yes!"

"Do you know him?"

Rafos replied: "No, I have never heard of that name. At first, I thought that someone hid his identity to save Selvih."

"However, I still don't know who it is, so further investigation is needed. Currently, I have sent the assassin team to the Dark-Elf kingdom and the neighbouring kingdoms to investigate."

"Besides, I am also investigating the other ancient kingdoms, clans, and large guilds."

Seraphen remained silent, as if she were thinking about something. Every time she was silent, Rafos got a little nervous and scared.

It is often said that walking near the king is like walking near a tiger, when it is happy, it can protect us, and when it is sad, we are the ones it kills first.

Although the rank of the holy maiden is not as high as that of the pope, it is much higher than that of the kings of the ancient kingdoms.

Even if his father, Ratylous, met the Holy Maiden, he would have to kneel like him and not raise his head to look directly at her.

Therefore, for Rafos, the Holy Maiden is no different from a king, and he is just an ordinary person.

If Seraphen wanted to, her one word was enough to make his head fall to the ground in an instant.

"What kind of power did he use?" Seraphen asked.

Rafos immediately replied: "I… don't know. His power was very strange. But when Silutop fought him, he also said that he possessed a new source of energy."

"New energy source?"

"That's right. Silutop also said that if he possessed that energy, he could break through the limit and reach level 100."

Seraphen was silent again, and Rafos felt like swearing. He thought in his mind, 'If you want to say something, say it immediately, why talk for a while and then keep quiet?

Of course, that was just his opinion.

"What are you going to do next?"

When Rafos heard Seraphen's voice, he was startled, and he said: "Ah! I intend to use the treaty of war."

"Treaty of war? Who are you planning to draw as an ally?"

Rafos replied: "First of all, my father did not give me the right to use the royal army. If he allows me to use the royal army, then surely the number of soldiers I can use is not much."

"That's why I drew Bryen, she was willing to lend me 50,000 troops. Besides, I hope the Holy Maiden can have mercy and become my ally."

"That way, we can force him to sign a treaty of war. At that time, he wouldn't get involved in a war between the two kingdoms."

Seraphen laughed: "Hahahaha… Rafos, you are afraid of the Void Lord's power, so you want to use the treaty of war so he can't get involved in the war, right?"

Rafos replied, "That's right. If he wants to join the war, then he would be wary of the kingdom of Zumberos and the Saric Sanctuary, as they are my allies."

"He may be strong, but he can't be as strong as the combination of the Saric Sanctuary, Zumberos, and the Shareny Kingdom."

Seraphen laughed: "It seems that the Void Lord has left you with a great obsession. Rafos, you should remember that I am not your ally…"

"BAM!"

Suddenly, a rush of pressure fell on Rafos, and he felt like a mountain was on his back, this caused him to lie flat on the ground, and blood gushed out from his nose, mouth, and ears.

Rafos tried to breathe but couldn't, and he felt that his lungs were about to explode.

Seraphan's voice resounded again: "I am your master, not your ally."

Rafos couldn't answer, he couldn't even move. At this moment, he felt that his life was like a small candle that was about to go out.

Fortunately, Seraphen immediately dispelled that pressure. Rafos lay on the ground panting like a dog, no, he was more miserable than a dog.

Seraphen said: "I know what you are thinking, I will send reinforcements for you. Of course, I need information about the Void Lord, Selvih, and also Selvian."

"Especially Selvian. If you keep me waiting too long, I'll have to send you back to the gods, understand?"

Rafos was trembling all over, his eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent, but he didn't dare to do anything, he could only lower his head and use all his remaining strength to say: "Yes!"

Suddenly, a rope flew out from behind the curtain, wrapped around Rafos' neck, and hung him in the air as if he were being hanged.

However, the rope made of white cloth that was wrapped around his neck both caused him pain and carried healing magic, helping his wounds and stamina to recover.

The feeling of pain and suffocation as if he were about to die mixed with the comfort of being healed drove him crazy.

His eyes widened until only the white part was visible, his legs thrashed violently, and drool came out of his mouth while blood was smeared on his face.

Seraphen seemed to find it very amusing to torture Rafos like this. After a while, she felt that Rafos couldn't take it anymore and let him go.

Rafos fell to the ground like a sandbag, his body shaking violently like someone having a seizure.

"Fuck off!"

Rafos couldn't move when he heard those words, nor did his limbs at this time obey his commands.

Seraphen waved his hand, and a gust of wind shot out, sending Rafos flying more than a hundred metres away. Right after that, the two doors of the room also closed.

At this moment, Seraphen suddenly spoke: "What do you think of what Rafos just said."

From the darkness, a man suddenly appeared, dressed in the characteristic white of the followers of the Sanctuary. He knelt on the ground, bowed his head, and said respectfully: "I think Rafos is telling the truth, he has no reason to lie."

"But I don't think the Void Lord is as strong as Rafos just said. Because he was too weak, he thought that the Void Lord and Silutop were strong."

"In fact, Silutop's lifespan is nearing its end, and his strength is only 30-40% of what it was when he was young. Besides, Silutop is a level 99 magician, but compared to the other level 99 magicians in our sanctuary, he is nothing to write home about."

"Therefore, the Void Lord isn't too strong either, maybe he is just on par with our high-ranking mages."

When Seraphen heard that, she nodded and said: "Hm… Okay, if Rafos can't find the Void Lord's whereabouts, then you can take action."

"I will obey!" The man immediately replied, then he said: "Holy maiden, what do we do with the mixed-bloods around the Dark-Elf kingdom?"

"Should we ignore them or save them, and let the light of the gods enlighten them?"

Seraphen smiled and said: "Mixed-bloods?"

"Yes, I hope the Holy Maiden can give instructions."

"There are no mixed blood people." Seraphen's cold voice resounded.

The man gulped in fear, he knew what the holy maiden meant. That's right, she wanted to kill all those mixed-bloods.

Although he felt extremely guilty about this and didn't want to do it, if he didn't do it, he wouldn't escape death.

If the Pope did not appear, then the Holy Maiden's word is supreme. Disobeying the orders of the Holy Maiden means death.

"What? Do you feel pity for those filthy mixed-bloods?" Seraphen's voice was filled with cold and murderous intent, which scared the man.

"No… just… I think the light of the gods will shine and bring forgiveness, forgive them, and help them have a better life."

"Ah! Mojure, you are too kind. Yes, the light of the gods is filled with selflessness, but that does not mean that anyone can receive that light."

Seraphen's voice was no longer cold but like that of a preacher, however, Mojure could tell that her words were filled with mockery.

Seraphen laughed and said, "Mojure, the existence of mixed-bloods is bringing suffering to this world. To preserve peace and make this world cleaner, we need to purge those dirty mixed-bloods."

"So…." At this, Seraphen suddenly changed her tone, from the voice of a preacher to the voice of a butcher: "Killing them is setting them free."

Mojure trembled with fear, he tried to calm down and said, "Yes, I understand."

"Mojure, if you still question my orders, you should also follow the light of the gods. Do you understand?"

Mojure shook his head, "Understood!"

"Get out!"

"Ah! Before you go, wipe off the dirt on the floor, I don't want this room to smell like dirty and lowly people."

After saying that, Seraphen disappeared, leaving behind the white rope that had tied Rafos earlier.

Mojure looked at the floor, which was a mixture of drool, sweat, and blood, and could only shake his head in disgust. He looked up at the ceiling and asked in his heart, "After all... where is the light of the gods?"