CHAPTER 321: CHAPTER 218: FIGHTING RUMORS WITH RUMORS

Tier Seven, Elf Empress, activate.

Becoming the Elf Empress is not difficult, but becoming a Tier Seven extraordinary profession as [Elf Empress] is very hard, requiring the recognition of all sages of the tribe.

In the long Third Era, many female elves ascended to the throne of the Emperor, but those recognized by all sages as [Elf Empress] were few and far between.

If Sif had been born in the Third Era, she would have never received the full recognition of the sages, as elves are picky creatures.

However, since the extinction of the Elf Race, this stringent condition has become particularly easy.

In the present time, the only existing Elf Sage is Roland.

Roland’s recognition is equal to full recognition.

Is this the world of Tier Seven? Sif could clearly perceive the surrounding birds chirping and insects buzzing; nothing around could escape her Eye of Insight.

Unless vastly overpowered, it would be impossible to launch a surprise attack.

Even if faced with an entire row of firearms, she could see the bullet trajectories and easily evade them.

Attempting to kill a Tier Seven elite with sheer numbers of troops is nearly impossible.

Compared to her, Old Marshal Shank is indeed the shame of Tier Seven.

On her home turf, the Flower Sea, Sif would never fear any enemy.

Except for Sofia.

Only by entering the realm of Tier Seven could one understand how towering Sofia truly is.

To ants with too little power, even gazing at a giant dragon is a luxury.

Now she finally saw Sofia’s true strength clearly.

Almost invincible.

Just almost.

Sif smiled broadly, walking barefoot through the Flower Sea, gently treading on each bloom without harming them, leaving only a fresh scent behind.

Occasionally, a mischievous rose thorn pierced into her slender arch, leaving a trace of blood, but it soon healed as before.

In the night, whatever color the roses were, they turned a dazzling scarlet after Sif stepped on them.

She furrowed her brows slightly, enduring the pain of sensitive skin being pierced by thorns, and kept walking.

Knowledge about the Flower Sea was awakened deep in the sea of her consciousness.

She must keep walking without rest.

Wherever the blood smears, the seeds of the Flower Sea extend, and the newly expanded Flower Sea will hide beneath the plains, waiting to bloom as her power grows stronger.

Sif decided to walk to White Mountain.

She had a premonition that her final confrontation with Sofia would be at White Mountain.

There lies the hope for the resurgence of the Magic Empire descendants, the territory she and Roland had designated, and the Snow Mountain Peak is also Sofia’s home ground.

When Sofia discovers that White Mountain turns into a Flower Sea on the day of the showdown, will it be a surprise or a shock?

Sif wanted to know the answer very much.

The opportunity for territory expansion will exist in the future, but at Tier Seven, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime chance she absolutely won’t miss.

After finishing his work, Roland sat on the terrace, enjoying the moonlight and drinking tea, when he suddenly sneezed.

He touched his forehead to confirm that he hadn’t caught a cold.

In an era without antibiotics, a cold could be fatal.

There’s no historical precedent for a Tier Seven dying of illness, and he didn’t want to be the first lucky one.

He was somewhat curious about what Sif was doing. Could she be sleeping in the Flower Sea like Elf Sylph?

He obviously couldn’t guess that Sif was walking to White Mountain.

He also had no time to guess, as someone had arrived.

Listening to the footsteps tinged with a bit of heated impatience, Roland knew who it was.

"Sister Lisa, coming over so late, do you have a midnight snack to share?"

Roland turned around, looking at the anxious-faced Lisa, and asked in surprise, "What happened?"

"It’s to do with you."

Lisa hesitated slightly, sat opposite Roland, and lowered her voice to ask, "Is Sif not here?"

"If you’re asking about tonight, she’s not here." Roland shrugged, responding with Sussex-style dry humor.

"Good that she’s not. I’m asking if there’s anything between you and Saintess Christine beyond friendship?"

Lisa grabbed Roland’s hand, taking his teacup away, her expression serious.

Roland froze for a second, furrowing his brows slightly, then nodded, "Something beyond friendship? We’re political allies now."

"Roland!"

Lisa rarely got angry, and she leaned forward to pinch Roland’s ear. She only pinched Roland’s ear to express anger in the months after his parents had just passed away.

As Roland grew older, she abandoned this method that made her seem quite rude.

Roland didn’t avoid it but softly said, "If you’re referring to an indescribable relationship that goes beyond friendship between men and women, there’s absolutely none."

"None?" Lisa released the hold on Roland’s ear, looking at him full of doubts.

"Of course none!"

Roland flicked his finger towards Lisa’s forehead, looking displeased, "Even if you don’t believe me, do you think Miss Saintess has no self-control?"

Lisa was silent for a long time and slowly said, "I believe you."

"So, what exactly happened?"

Lisa sighed softly, lowered her voice, and said, "Some people say that Miss Saintess is unclean. They say Christine used her maiden status to exchange for your full support. Others say she’s your secret lover and that you support her in recruiting and training Temple Warriors in your domain...

"It’s downright nonsense."

Roland scoffed, "The innocent will prove themselves innocent, no need for justification. Even if there are rumors, what of it? Candidates for the Saintess must be virgins, and the examination by nuns can naturally prove Christine’s innocence."

"No, there’s an additional rumor paired with it. They say Christine received the blessing of the Holy Spring, possessing a super healing ability that can heal all injuries, including there..."

Roland’s face changed.

This is undoubtedly a meticulously crafted vicious rumor.

Christine indeed possesses a super healing ability, and perhaps this healing ability could also repair membranes, but Roland knew it was a malicious rumor.

However, this rumor is highly credible and indefensible.

Even if Christine is innocent, these rumors can significantly damage her reputation and even influence her selection as Saintess.

Because she has no way of proving whether she is intact or restored from a secondhand state.

Roland’s expression was grim, murder intent surging within his chest.

If this rumor ruined his and Christine’s cooperation plan, he would have to kill the rumor-monger.

No, even if it didn’t ruin it, this shameless behavior targeting his ally must be paid for.

Feeling the murderous intent emanating from Roland, Lisa hurriedly held down his hand, softly saying:

"Don’t be impulsive, leave this matter to me."

Anger was swallowed by surprise, Roland widened his eyes, looking at Lisa with more than a bit of expectation in his tone.

"As expected of a sister, you have a plan?"

"Of course I do, and my method not only can preserve Miss Saintess’s reputation but also prevent Sif from developing suspicion, and moreover... In short, it’s quite effective."

"What do you plan to do?"

"Secret!" Lisa revealed a sly smile and prepared to leave, winking.

Seeing Lisa’s smug look, Roland’s heart suddenly trembled.

Sister Lisa is excellent, skilled in social graces, knowledgeable in mathematics, and literate, which makes her an extremely talented woman in this era.

However, this doesn’t mean she is good at strategy.

He grabbed Lisa’s sleeve sharply, asking in a deep voice: "What are you planning to do?"

"It’s simple, often what suppresses a rumor is not the truth, but a more explosive rumor."

Lisa raised her chin proudly, her eyes shone with an intelligent sparkle.

"We need more explosive material. I plan to find a journalist from the overseas edition of The Sun to do an exclusive interview and, in an anonymous voice, reveal the real you to the readers."

"What do you mean to say?"

"I’ll portray you to readers from the perspective of a close female acquaintance." Lisa grinned like a sly fox.

"For instance, that you only like full-figured beauties, not plain-looking girls."

Lisa smiled like a little fox.

"For example, you only like curvy beauties, not plain girls."

The shocking news will dispel the rumors about you and Christine without them even trying."

Christine is great in every way, except that she is somewhat lacking in that particular area.

She is a Saintess, after all, she doesn’t need to marry and have children, which is hardly a flaw, and it’s even relatively comfortable when wearing armor, becoming an advantage.

The release of this explosive news will dispel the rumors about her and me without us having to do anything.

Roland immediately rejected Lisa’s quick-witted idea, saying, "Absolutely not."