Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy

Chapter 400: Chapter 399: Enshrined in History?

In an instant, a black and a green light burst forth.

Two figures stood unwaveringly in front of Ivan, but the Silver Moon Blade was faster. Before the swamp ant and Meg could set up all of their defenses, they were struck by the Silver Moon Blade,

tossed back one to the left and one to the right.

Ivan saw clearly that the two were simply knocked back, indicating the enemy had held back and wasn’t aiming to kill him; this brought him some relief.

Regardless, he couldn’t dodge this attack; his only choice was to take it head-on.

Layer upon layer of Ant King Sky Shield stacked up.

Three layers of three-colored Solidification Magic shields intertwined,

standing before the oncoming surge of the Silver Moon Blade.

At that moment, the Ant King Sky Shield seemed to have met its nemesis, easily sliced through layer by layer. Ivan’s expression grew more severe; he hadn’t expected the Silver Moon Blade to be of the Space-type, its attacks exceptionally cunning.

“Boom.”

The Silver Moon Blade took advantage of the momentum and struck the three-colored witch shields.

Ivan only had time to amass space threads to wrap around, attempting to manipulate the surrounding spatial network to disrupt the Silver Moon Blade, while also increasing the output of his power to ensure the witch shields’ increased stability.

Similarly, he was knocked back, flying out even faster.

“What’s happening?”

“Could it be that the human sorcerer has angered the Mother God, thus inciting divine punishment?”

“It’s not out of the realm of possibility; that human sorcerer and the prospective Holy Daughter are ambiguously connected, and you should know the Holy Daughter serves the Mother God and must be a person of utmost sanctity—”

Watching this scene unfold, the matriarchs of the Dark Night Elf tribe looked at each other and then began to chatter.

They hadn’t given a thought to helping the human sorcerer, nor could they have reacted in time.

Only Kolebas, serving as the High Priest, recognized that particular Silver Moon Blade at a glance, her brows filled with shock and uncertainty.

“Your Excellency, the High Priest?” Lulusia reminded.

“Shut your mouths, all of you. Look at what you’re saying. Is such foul language appropriate to be spoken here?” Kolebas came to her senses, stepped forward, and scolded the chattering matriarchs without a hint of politeness.

The reprimanded matriarchs fell silent.

The Forbidden Forest was guarded as a divine grant, filled with the radiance of the Mother God, and given the many miraculous sightings before, the matriarchs were truly not daring to act rashly.

“If I am not mistaken, that is our tribe’s famous Holy Artifact—the Silver Moon Blade,” Kolebas said solemnly.

“But High Priest, shouldn’t it be called the ‘Dark Moon Blade’?”

“Yes, indeed, the Dark Moon Blade is a renowned Holy Artifact that terrifies far and wide.”

One of the matriarchs remembered something following her words, and others echoed in agreement.

“Ignorant fools, the Dark Moon Blade is the Dark Moon Blade, and the Silver Moon Blade is the Silver Moon Blade; do not confuse the two. It is said that these two Moon Blades combined can form a full moon, escalating their power to another level. They displayed their supreme sharpness at the rise of our tribe,” Kolebas continued.

In truth, she had seen it within the sacred temple’s scriptures, and for some reason unknown, the Silver Moon Blade had faded into obscurity.

In contrast, the Dark Moon Blade had appeared twice alongside Holy Daughters of different eras, naturally its fame echoing through the Dark Night Elf tribe and enduring through time.

She clearly remembered that each Holy Daughter who possessed the Dark Moon Blade was a powerhouse, truly a leader amongst their kind.

“Then why has the Silver Moon Blade attacked the human sorcerer?”

“Stay calm and don’t rush to conclusions; the Holy Daughter hasn’t appeared yet.”

Kolebas did not respond to this. She, too, wanted to know why, why the Silver Moon Blade, silent for so long, had resurfaced, and why it targeted that human sorcerer.

Perhaps, when Jenny appeared with the Dark Moon Blade, the mystery could be solved.

“So this thing is called ‘the Silver Moon Blade’; quite fitting, indeed. We shall call it that from now on.”

When Kolebas heard this voice, her expression changed slightly. She was about to say something when she saw the human sorcerer, who had been previously knocked away, approaching. Floating behind him was a moon blade almost the height of a man.

Seeing this circumstance caused her face to stiffen abruptly, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Could the Silver Moon Blade have acknowledged an outsider, a man from another race?

“This, this, this—,” @@novelbin@@

Many great matriarchs were struck as if by lightning, eyes bulging and tongues tied, unable to utter a complete sentence.

In the Dark Elf race, the significance of a sacred artifact could not be clearer; only those who served the Mother Goddess as a Saintess, and those who ascended from Saintess to become the High Priestess, could wield such an artifact—its meaning extraordinary.

What unfolded before their eyes had completely overturned their understanding.

This was too absurd!

Of course, the great matriarchs only dared to grumble in their hearts, considering that letting a foreign man obtain the tribe’s sacred artifact put them in quite an awkward position.

“Ah! Look quickly, the Holy Daughter has emerged, she has received the Mother God’s blessing, the famous Dark Moon Blade known to all.”

“The High Priest truly is wise; she hypothesized it was the Dark Moon Blade beforehand.”

“Princess Jenny truly is the Saintess appointed by the Mother God, not only garnering the support and defense of the treants but also securing a sacred treasure comparable to the tribe’s prime artifact, the Dark One.”

Within the Forbidden Forest, Jenny leaped up from the Dark Moon Well. Floating behind her was the shadowy silhouette of a moon blade, following her like an obedient pet.

Her appearance dissolved the matriarchs’ awkwardness.

For a time, both she and the High Priestess became the object of everyone’s adoration, while Ivan, also followed by a moon blade, was selectively forgotten by the great matriarchs of various tribes.

Kolebas also chose to ignore what she saw.

After all, in the long history of the Dark Elf race, there had never been a man in control of a sacred artifact, let alone a foreign man—this was an unprecedented event. They needed some time to sort out the implications.

Ivan didn’t mind.

“You two haven’t been hurt, have you?”

“No, no.”

“I’m fine too, just took a fall, it seems I was treated differently. I fell harder than the swamp ant did, but I wasn’t injured even a bit.”

Both Swamp Ant and Meg were unharmed, while Ivan himself had been flung hundreds of meters, his organs nearly displaced, sustaining an injury that was neither light nor severe.

Ivan guessed someone wanted to teach him a lesson, probably related to the Dark Night Mother Goddess worshipped at the temple.

Their tactics were skillful and perfectly measured; he could only grit his teeth and bear it. Thankfully, after the stick came the carrot, allowing him to bond with a sacred artifact.

He figured it was compensation, exasperatingly though, the Silver Moon Blade was half-damaged.

‘Uh—this is too much.’

When Ivan saw Jenny emerge from the Forbidden Forest, he knew things were not so simple. Using some method, someone had severed the intimate connection between him and Jenny.

Jenny was still his Secret Method Body Double, no doubt, but their previous harmony seemed to reset to point zero, nearly non-existent.

One Body Three Manifestations had four stages: Adaptability Stage, Blood and Flesh Cycle, Soul Cycle, and Undying Symbiosis.

At this moment, Ivan couldn’t even transfer a tiny bit of his superficial injuries to Jenny, let alone the other damage transfer inherent to a body double, not to mention consciousness projection, sharing sensations, sharing memory information, etc., all forcibly cut off—this was too excessive.

To take so much from him and compensate him with merely a broken weapon…

Who could have such a twisted sense of humor?

“Sorcerer Ivan, I—” Jenny didn’t pay much attention to the others, walking over to Ivan with a bit of shame.

“It’s good that you came back safe; there’s no need for more words. We’ll talk more once we return,” Ivan waved his hand. With things having come to this point, he could only accept reality.

However, this was clearly not the place for conversation. He thought of the temple, not exactly a good place either, but if he had to choose between two, the temple’s proximity was slightly more reliable.

Jenny nodded gently, and they walked back on their own.

Looking at the man and woman, each with a moon blade floating behind them, the great matriarchs from all tribes felt a bit nauseated, especially by the foreign man.

They couldn’t help but look towards the High Priestess, wondering how soon this incident would spread and how it would be handled when it did.

Would the tribe be flipped upside down?

“What are you looking at me for? Didn’t you see the Holy Daughter is tired? Those who should return, go ahead; those who don’t want to return, feel free, but don’t cause any more trouble. It’s chaotic enough as it is.”

The High Priestess was in a mess internally, emphasizing her point, and hastily followed after them with resignation.

Lucysia smiled amusedly and walked away on her beast hide rug.

Seeing this, the other great matriarchs left the Dark Moon Forbidden Forest in pairs and threes.

Without a doubt, this day would be recorded in the annals of the Dark Elf race’s history—an outsider, a foreign man, had received a sacred artifact blessed by the Mother Goddess??