The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 100: Reunion (3)

"Ella? What are you doing here?"

After twirling the young maiden in his arms a few rounds, Leon settled them down before asking the crucial question. Ellahan looked up at the young Knight with puppy eyes, before answering: "Why do you not want me here?"

"N-No, of course not!"

Leon stammered at his lover’s curt question, only to be met with another bright smile.

"Hehe, I missed you soooooo much!!!"

Ignoring the crowd of onlookers, Ellahan buried her face into the young Knight’s chest, nuzzling it like she was embracing the scented bolster. Intoxicated by the aroma she hadn’t experienced in a while, the Saintess of the Holy Church was late to react when another presence creeped up behind her.

"Alright, you should leave the tearful reunion for later."

A red-haired, handsome older gentleman peeled Ellahan away from Leon’s embrace. In a full breastplate and armour, it seemed like the man was about to be dispatched for war. But given how pristine his attire was, the man in shiny armour looked relatively at ease as he shot a meaningful gaze at Leon’s face.

Leon’s face brightened up as he recognised his first master as well as the man who had taken care of him during his stay at the Holy Church. The Head Paladin of Hyarum and a close friend of Leon’s father.

Sir Arthur Pagiel had made his return to the Solaris House.

"Sir Arthur!!!"

Leon was about to jump for a hug, when Sir Arthur stopped him by raising his hand. Taken aback initially, Sir Arthur’s next move answered many of Leon’s questions. The Head Paladin gestured for Ellahan to follow him before greeting Alrock with a respectful tone.

"Solaris Lord, forgive us for arriving on such short notice."

"... I didn’t hear of your visit."

"It was an invitation from the Elune Princess. We couldn’t decline such a tempting offer."

The Head Paladin and the Solaris Lord stared each other down, each wearing a smile that hid a thousand displeasantries. Ever since Leon summoned Ascalon, the Holy Church had been requesting an audience with the young hero. Sometimes, it even crossed the threshold of a request to a full-on beg. However, the Solaris House never once entertained the requests.

The Solaris House didn’t want their precious Ascalon as well as the potential third incarnation of the Solaris Hero being lost. On the other hand, the Holy Church viewed Ascalon as the Holy Blade, a relic that was akin to the icon of the Goddess herself. Furthermore, during the reign of the Solaris Saint, the Holy Church had near full custody of Ascalon, making them eager to regain those rights.

These two monolithic organisations were both vying for Ascalon as well as its wiedler.

Therefore, it was no wonder Alrock and Arthur couldn’t see eye-to-eye on this issue.

"Forgive me for calling them without your permission, Grandpa Alrock."

Yue approached the duo before giving a humble curtsy. The action surprised the Solaris Lord who could only give a rough cough.

"... You did this?"

"Yes," Yue answered without fear.

"I just thought... it’s finally beginning."

Amon took his seat and picked up his ginger tea, giving it a slight sip.

"With the formation of Eldorin, we have created a place for the future heroes to develop and thrive. Now, we’ve even recruited the Saintess. Everything seems to fall into place that it almost feels scary."

"You’re right..."

Amon and Yue had planned many years for this to happen. Gathering resources for funding, creating Echelon with Bane at the helm to investigate the Demon Cult, and finally, growing their individual skills so that they were powerful enough. It was all leading to this moment.

And now that the fruits of their labour had materialised, it felt cathargic.

"The only problem that I have... it seems that my growth may stagnate soon."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"After reaching Six Suns and Moons, I’m reaching a limit. Yes, I can continue to cultivate the Nine Suns or Moons Heart Mantra to gather mana, but I doubt I can reach the Seventh tier or above at this rate. It feels like... the imbalance between my two mana affinities have become steeper."

Amon declared gloomily. If there was anyone else who heard his words, they would curse him into the bottom of the deepest Hell valley. He was already a monster that surpassed any young talent in history. And yet, he was saying that it wasn’t enough.

Fortunately, Yue understood her lover’s point completely. Therefore, she relaxed herself and asked.

"So which one is the dominant one? Your Solar or Lunar mana?"

"Lunar... as it always have been."

Amon replied with a sense of confusion and helplessness. Since transmigrating into Hyades, his Lunar mana had always surpassed his Solar one, which reflected in his cultivation of the techniques. Amon never had issues learning Lunar-based attacks; heck, one might say he thrived on them.

It was likely due to his past life, where he lived as Number 23 or as he was more menacingly known as, the Lunar Blade.

"If that’s the case... then why not solve it the same way we did before?"

"You mean..."

"Well, I didn’t think we would get to call her so soon, but..."

Yue took out a golden medallion from her storage space and traced the slightest bit of mana into it. In no time at all, a golden light burst forth and congregated itself into a humanoid figure.

Long, golden hair that seemed to defy the laws of physics dripped down from her tiny head as it shimmered like molten sunlight. A beauty with high cheekbones with a regal nose, the ancient beauty broke her rosy lips into an enigmatic smile. As she opened her eyes, Amon felt the skin crawl on his back, as if he were a mouse looking at an apex predator.

Vibrant, delicate horns formed a crown on her forehead, revealing that the woman wasn’t a mere mortal. She sashayed from her astral state into a physical one, showing off her slender frame while the fabric that flowed from her shoulders graced the garden.

Although Amon had never seen her in this state, there was no questioning who this entity was.

She was the Golden Dragon Progenitor, who had blessed him with her powers, and the entity sealed far north in the Necropolis of the Gods.

"Yval..."