Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength
Chapter 402 - 399: These Days Are Unbearable

Chapter 402: Chapter 399: These Days Are Unbearable

"Mr. Ronald, you... never mind, it’s nothing."

Sitting in the carriage back to the Church district.

Martha clutched the saint’s relics wrapped in white cloth in her arms, several times she tried to say something to Ronald.

But once she remembered everything that had happened,

the nun just obediently stopped her questions.

The earlier battle naturally ended with Ronald’s victory, and after defeating the enemy with the sword of Saint Catherine, he also incidentally performed psychological suggestions on all the spectators.

It was because of this that Ronald did not have to worry about the exposure of his usage of spells.

Many inconvenient matters were also solved smoothly.

Alas, as one trouble was sorted out, another followed.

As a candidate for the sainthood priesthood of the church, Martha had a deep understanding of the saint’s relics. When the two enemies, acting their parts, activated the sword of Saint Catherine, Martha, who was in the sewers, also felt this occurrence.

Facing such a huge change,

the young nun simply could not stay calm in the sewer.

Driven by the impulse in her heart, she rashly sneaked into the theater where Ronald and others were fighting.

What followed was purely coincidental.

After dealing with the second enemy, the fact that Ronald had the sword of Saint Catherine and used the image of these saint’s relics was exactly witnessed by Martha,

which is why the nun reacted this way now.

Until the two informed the Investigation Bureau to clean up and they took the carriage back to the Church district, Martha still seemed quite concerned.

But that was all she could do.

As Ronald showed an unwillingness to discuss the matter, and under the assumption of his help in retrieving the saint’s relics, Martha really couldn’t continue to ask, so she could only sit uneasily as she was now.

Meanwhile, Ronald’s mood was somewhat subtle.

The moment he triggered the sword of Saint Catherine to suggest to all the present spectators, the trial of "Mars Heaven" was also declared a success.

Ronald had already prepared the medium, of course, he promptly used it.

However, activating this new power brought

a special spell.

—Ability Development.

Once this magical artifact is activated, the "Divergent Angel" can develop deep abilities in a target, acquiring a power that the user did not previously possess for a period of time.

Although it could only be activated on one person at a time and was also time-restricted,

this ability was definitely the most subtle spell Ronald had encountered so far.

Ability Development.

Depending on different individuals, what abilities can be developed completely depends on the other party’s potential.

Let’s make an extreme assumption.

If someone has very strong potential, then developing a powerful ability to directly confront the original holder isn’t beyond the realm of possibility.

So...

Should he try it on himself first?

Ronald’s fingertips gently rubbed the surface of a ring, wrestling with this question in his mind.

He was curious about his own potential and wanted to activate it immediately to see.

But with the church’s nun beside him, and both riding in a rented carriage back to the Church district, it just didn’t seem like a suitable opportunity for such an experiment.

Better to endure it now and conduct the experiment tonight when he got back.

Although he had made up his mind, when Ronald put the ring away, he couldn’t help but sigh:

"Sigh—"

"Mr. Ro... Mr. Ronald! Is there something troubling you?" Hearing Ronald’s sigh by chance, Martha, like a startled bird, clutched the sword of Saint Catherine and asked.

"..."

"Nothing much, I’m just a bit tired from the trip."

Ronald waved at Martha.

After pondering for a few seconds and sensing the girl’s change of sentiment through the power of "Fury," Ronald continued,

"The matter today should be considered as me unilaterally helping the Church. Let’s not delve into the details of using this sword."

"I understand!" Martha nodded with understanding, showing no perfunctory thoughts in her heart or eyes, "I am also familiar with Mr. Ronald’s family. I understand all!"

"..."

Should he say she is indeed the successor trained by the Church?

Hearing Martha’s response, Ronald immediately realized that she had also been to that secret library and had even come across information about the Adler family.

To some extent, this also explained what he had encountered in Greenwich.

If it were someone of unknown origin,

even if he had helped the local church stop the enemy planning to escape, the "Divine Comedy - Paradise" wouldn’t likely have ended up in his hands.

In unseen places,

the Adler family’s identity had always been helping Ronald in various ways.

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Upon his return to the Church and successfully recovering Saint Catherine’s relics, how Martha was treated was another matter.

At least for Ronald, he left as soon as it was time.

After all, he still had an afternoon’s work to deal with at the office building in the business district.

Compared to the sudden episode at the Church,

the days at the "Ginkgo Business Alliance" were much more normal.

There were no bizarre incidents thrown in his face, and the previous curse murder case was taken over by the Investigation Bureau.

Just like usual, he sat in his office.

A quiet afternoon passed with reading and afternoon tea, and Ronald marked the end of today’s work hours.

Leisurely, he walked towards his rental apartment.

Walking on the road, Ronald pondered the gains of the day.

However, once he entered the street by the Wis River, Ronald’s relaxed steps suddenly halted.

— Someone was in his house.

— Someone was in his room in the boarding apartment.

— And their emotions were in severe turmoil!

"..."

Even if it were the enemy from the morning pursuing him, their first target should be the Saint’s relics in the Church. Coming to his house was way too rash, wasn’t it?

And this interfered with his plans to peacefully test the effects of the "Supernatural Angel" late at night.

If his days were to be constantly disrupted like this, how could he go on living?

With a frown, Ronald continued forward without a word.

Just like usual, he opened the front door, greeted the doorman, and then walked up the spiral staircase to the third floor.

Black mist enveloped at his fingertips as Ronald took out his keys to unlock his door.

Click—

He turned around to enter, and the spreading black mist immediately crawled underfoot into the room.

However, the instant Ronald locked the door,

he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye of Heloise, bearing the appearance of Thor and visibly stained with blood, collapsing weakly from his bedroom.

That’s right.

She had collapsed!