Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure - Chapter 1834

I didn't say anything when I saw this since it wasn't hard to guess why he looked like this.

The forces of Destruction really had taken quite a bit from him, so it wasn't as if his vengeance wasn't justified. It was just that if he took things too far, it wouldn't be good for anyone.

After a while, Old Man Lancelot suddenly gave a sigh and said, "There's no point in thinking too much about this."

He went to take the thunder bolt from my hand, but there was no reaction that came from it.

In fact, he wasn't even able to hold it in the end.

The moment that his hand made contact with it, it seemed like it went right through it.

Old Man Lancelot couldn't help narrowing his eyes to look at the thunder bolt when his hand went through it. The way that he looked at it was as if he couldn't believe what was happening and he moved his hand through it a few more times.

But each time, the same thing happened where his hand went right through the thunder bolt.

After a while, he finally looked at me as if I was messing with him.

I didn't explain it in the end, it was the pope of the Solista Religion that explained it.

"Divine relics like these are items that belong to the world of gods, it isn't something that normal people would be able to touch. That's why you aren't able to grab hold of it at all."

Old Man Lancelot deeply knitted his brows when he heard this, but it didn't seem like he rejected this.

In fact, it seemed like he had a deep understanding of the difference between mortals and the divine. It seemed like there was something about him that made him accept that there was this difference.

I couldn't help thinking of what he had said before about the forces of Destruction.

Seeing the power of the God of Destruction first hand…well, it wouldn't be strange if he felt this way.

The pope of the Solista Religion saw the way that I was looking at him, so he added, "Of course, we have our special methods of making contact with the divine, so we have ways of holding the divine relics. However, those methods only work for those that serve those gods."

It felt like he had deliberately added the last part to his words as if he was stressing something.

But it wasn't as if I was going to ask him about this.

After all, Solista had already given me the hint that I needed to allow Old Man Lancelot to make contact with the divine relic.

"You have to awaken your potential as the Sword Saint once more. If you do, then you'll be able to touch this divine relic." I said to Old Man Lancelot while ignoring the pope.

When he heard this, there was a bitter look that appeared on his face.

However, Old Man Lancelot didn't say anything as he looked at the thunder bolt in my hand.

In the end, he said with a sigh, "Give me a bit of time. I'll try to do it."

I was surprised to hear this since I thought that he would have made another excuse about why he couldn't do it.

Instead, he walked over to where the training equipment was kept and pulled out a sword.

With this sword in hand, he walked over to the training targets.

But after walking over, he didn't actually do anything as he just stood there in front of the training target. In fact, he even closed his eyes as if he was mentally preparing himself or something.

It didn't seem like he was actually going to be able to do anything with how he just stood there.

However, the knights no longer looked at him the same way.

Seeing this, I also cast aside my doubts and focused on how Old Man Lancelot was standing.

When I did this, I found that there was something strange about him.

It was that even though he was just standing there with his eyes closed, it didn't feel like there was a single opening that was coming from him. It even felt like there was a sharp sensation that came from Old Man Lancelot while he was standing there.

For a moment, it felt like he had turned into a sword.

This sensation was anything but normal, but there was a part of me that felt that this was normal. After all, he had once been known as the one that was the closest to becoming a Sword Saint.

It wouldn't be strange if he was able to figure out how to combine himself with his sword.

In my past life, I had only ever heard of such a thing from those that had reached a high level of swordsmanship.

Though that was mainly from fiction.

Seeing it in real life really was a different feeling.

But at the same time, I knew that I would never be able to reach the same level as him since he really was someone special.

When he opened his eyes, he suddenly slashed out in front of him.

However, even though he slashed his sword, there wasn't a single sound that was made.

Instead, it was a slow slash that almost seemed like he was messing around with the sword. It was as if he was just moving the sword rather than performing an attack with it.

Once the sword fell, there was nothing that happened.

However, anyone that could feel the sharp aura that he released knew that this wasn't the case.

After all, it was impossible to mistake that sensation that came when he brought that sword down.

After a moment of silence, the target in front of him suddenly fell apart.

It was as if there was something that had split it in half, even though the wooden sword in his hand never touched it.

That was when he turned back around and came back in front of me.