Capítulo 1573: Chapter 266: What Hayna Fears (2)
“But they claim that the knowledge was purchased, which is entirely possible. After all, the economy was bad at the time, many Knight Families had already gone bankrupt, and some secret knowledge had been leaked.
“Thus, the King gathered all the unreliable knights and exiled them to Avalon Island as ‘Pioneer Nobles’—he granted them titles on the condition that they could explore new lands for the Kingdom.”
Aiwass paused here, looking meaningfully at Hayna: “And among these Knights, there are two who definitely do not belong to any Knight Family.
“One is called Arthur, a Descent Heavenly Department; the other is a Half-Elf orphan named Lancelot. Perhaps misguided intentions led to good outcomes.
“——This is the reason Avalon was established and then smoothly became independent from Heracel. It’s also why the Silver-Crowned Dragon is unwilling to identify his profession as a Knight, opting instead to establish a new vocation.
“Later, those Slave Knights lost their source of power—Supreme Heaven is dead, and the Silver-Crowned Dragon is unwilling to share its power with them. The Fallen Celestial Marshal also disdains these uninspired, trend-following degenerates… So the Benevolent Lords, through the Hourglass’s transaction contract, signed new agreements with the Slave Knights… no longer to satisfy one item but back to seven items, thereby opposing the Slave Knights with the rebel army completely.
“They sold their souls to the Benevolent Lords, becoming lifelong slaves, thereby gaining the Taboo Power from the Abyssal Celestial Envoy—even if they may never see a Benevolent Lord in their lifetime.
“They became the true ‘Slave Knights,’ not loyal to any singular Benevolent Lord, but to all, making betrayal impossible. Each one of them has already fallen beyond redemption.”
Aiwass sneered: “As long as they are Slave Knights, killing them all wouldn’t be wrong. They may have been victims themselves once, but ever since they could ride a camel, their hands have been soaked in blood.
“And you—you almost brought down the third Ring. Sitting here, I can feel the ground trembling. How could such a rabble possibly defeat you? Ayimar Nur’s purpose for sending them isn’t clear enough?
“——If anyone provokes you, feel free to kill them to vent your anger. They’re not good people anyway. From this angle, Ayimar Nur has probably guessed it was one of my people… After all, I killed one of his other Master of Ceremony. See if he sent anyone to talk about it.”
Aiwass lay weakly on the chair, gasping for breath before looking at Hayna: “You truly lack the mindset of a strong person, Hayna. Do you remember the reason you first gained Transcendent power?”
“If you can’t play with words against them, then don’t bother. You’ve become a warrior, so why not become a bit more aggressive—do you remember Lady Ligeia? Do you recall how she behaved back when she was still an old woman?”
“…Wouldn’t that be a bit too arrogant?”
Hayna hesitated slightly: “She has achievements, many admire her and respect her. But I’m still too young… and I haven’t done anything myself…”
Aiwass sighed.
He seemed to understand.
What Hayna truly feared was being disliked—this is why, when she was the student council president, although everyone liked her, her management was very chaotic, leading to professor criticisms. It was because Hayna did not want to see others think poorly of her, whether they were superiors or subordinates.
She always seemed cheerful, always very earnest, appearing very smart yet always hesitant. Even if others’ malice or jealousy wouldn’t actually affect anything and might not even be voiced, she was dedicated to changing others’ inner views of her.
During her school days, she was very intrigued by the Pelican Bar, yet never dared to go, afraid of being called a “bad kid”; the various entertainments in White Queen District were quite ample, students played a lot, yet she, despite her good reputation, didn’t have a single close friend.
At the root of it, this precisely was because Hayna cared too much about what others thought of her. It had reached a slightly pathological degree… one wonders whether it has something to do with Lancelot.
Such a person, theoretically, shouldn’t be a leader, for her heart is too soft. Though gentle in nature, she can’t even become a qualified mother, teacher, or captain—because she is too prone to accommodate others.
Yet, from another perspective, she is well-suited to be a spokesperson or assistant.
Because she can always maintain her image, keenly sensitive to when others might harbor discontent towards her.
Previously, Aiwass sent Lily out, hoping Lily might guide her, enlighten her. Aiwass thought then, that Hayna’s problem might stem from not realizing her own strength, being too humble.
However, seeing now, easily changing Hayna’s nature seems almost impossible.
Not because she doesn’t understand, but because there’s a fundamental problem.
“…No wonder your talent in the Path of Adaptation is far stronger than the Path of Authority. This logic indeed suits someone walking the Path of Adaptation, perhaps it’s the path most suited to you.”
Aiwass shook his head: “From another viewpoint, you are quite suitable to be a warrior—a traditional ‘warrior.’ One who only accepts orders without questioning.”
Hayna’s loyalty is unquestionably sure, perhaps absolutely loyal… probably because of this reason.
If Arbitrator actively chose her to be an Arbitrator, she probably wouldn’t fight for power herself, instead continuing as a small Inspector in the Supervisory Bureau.
It’s ridiculous—compared to her, Lily, as the Grey Celestial Marshal’s carrier, seems less like an Adapter.
Hayna’s problem is indeed easy to solve.
Just find some war achievements for her.
Isn’t wanting to be admired simple? Easy.
In chaotic times, nothing is easier to create than a “hero.”
“Since you’ve returned, I’m going to completely seal the door. Protect me well, Hayna. Lily, watch over the guests. Before I complete the ritual, don’t entertain anyone. I’m going to completely seal this building; henceforth anyone trying to enter or exit could be killed by the Dusk Power, don’t touch the door under any circumstances.”
Aiwass closed his eyes, suppressing the Yellow Power within him that had almost completely overflowed. He was now like a completely filled cup of water, ready to spill at the slightest movement.
He now must “birth” the Amber.
Which required providing Amber with a vessel—since he lacked true nurturing capabilities.
And in front of Aiwass lies two Tarot Cards and an octagonal emerald gemstone.
This is the vessel he chose for the Amber.