Chapter 117: Is It Really That Simple?
To anyone else, Shara's contract would have seemed brutally harsh.
Within ten years, Ambrose would have to deliver either a legendary devotee to Shara, or cause three holy paladins to break their oaths.
Legends were rare to begin with, and most already had gods of their own. Convincing one of them to abandon their faith for a fallen goddess, and one openly despised across the continent at that, was no small feat.
Worse still, gods paid special attention to their legends: a conversion at that level could easily spark a holy war.
Corrupting a paladin was no easier. Though the Lyon Empire had no shortage of them, only the most devout could ever become paladins in the first place.
Killing three paladins would have been easy enough for Ambrose, but making them betray their oaths was another thing entirely. Ambrose had captured many paladins before. Every single one of them had faced death without fear. Their wills were unshakable.
A decade wouldn't have been enough for most people. Even a century might have been pushing it.
But Ambrose was different.
His new legendary boon, courtesy of Levitra, allowed him to weave a target's fate. Given a miserable enough future, even the kindest, most righteous soul might break.