Chapter 368: The Tense Encounter of Old Times
Back then, when they were still young and innocent, with ambitions that stretched far beyond the horizon, everything seemed so clear. In those days, they all aimed to be the best—the smartest, the strongest, the most powerful. They trained relentlessly, pushing their bodies and minds to their limits at the academy, where only the exceptional rose to the top. Among the students, there were many with potential, but only a few were truly exceptional. And among them were four young women who shone brighter than the rest.
Emilia—a natural-born warrior, blessed with raw physical strength that few could match. Her power was overwhelming, and while many sought to challenge her in combat, most ended up flat on the ground, defeated and breathless.
Alicia—the genius, whose mind worked faster than any magic she could cast. Her intelligence was unmatched, and her understanding of spells and strategy made her the top of her class in every academic pursuit. She had a cool confidence about her, never rushing, always calculating, and always winning.
Surena—the legend of swordsmanship. Her movements were graceful yet deadly, her decisions swift and precise. She wasn’t just skilled with the blade; her intuition on the battlefield was second to none. They said she could read her opponent’s next move before they even thought of making it.
And then there was Wilhelmina, the Holy Lady Knight. She was the one everyone looked up to, the one who seemed perfect in every way. Not only was she strong, but she was also kind and charismatic, with an almost divine aura. People followed her, trusted her judgment, and respected her for both her abilities and her unshakeable moral compass. Wilhelmina had it all—strength, intelligence, beauty, and the respect of those around her.
But among these incredible women, there was one other—someone who stood out not only for her exceptional abilities but also for her presence. Clarisse Anggrasya, known for her control over lightning magic. Her mana was wild and powerful, crackling with energy that mirrored her fierce spirit. In battle, she wielded a rapier with such speed that it was as if the weapon itself was made of lightning. Her movements were a blur, faster than the eye could follow, striking with precision and power that left her opponents stunned.
The five of them were in a league of their own, unmatched in their respective talents. Back then, it was simple. They competed, they grew stronger, they pushed each other to be the best. They were rivals, but there was also a sense of camaraderie, a shared understanding that they were destined for greatness.
But now? Now, things were different. Now, they weren’t just warriors and scholars; they were women, each with their own desires, feelings, and—apparently—the same man at the center of it all. Lyan.
As they stood in the room, the air was thick with tension. Clarisse’s eyes swept over them, her heart beating faster with every passing second. The Valkyries, they were called. But Clarisse hadn’t expected to see Wilhelmina among them, the Holy Lady Knight herself, standing there with that same commanding presence. It made her blood boil, not just with anger but with something else—something that had been simmering beneath the surface ever since Lyan had entered her life.