The Vastness of Magical Destiny

"Mr. Karadin, have you never heard of Saint Lily Klepper?" Although he knew Komer hailed from the North, Kamado still thought a merchant like his opponent, who often traveled between the South and the North, should be aware of such a renowned figure in his own kingdom, "Miss Klepper is the highest female priest of the Temple of Athena. She can communicate between the wisdom goddess and our Kingdom of Sparta, ensuring that our Kingdom of Sparta is always favored by the wisdom goddess."

So she was a female priest from the Temple of Athena! A cold smile played across Komer’s heart. As for the nonsense about communicating with the wisdom goddess, Komer didn’t believe it at all. At most, it could be that she herself had some magic powers and martial arts skills, and was deliberately maintaining her high status by leveraging the image of the Athena goddess in the minds of these Spartans. But why would Helena, who was clearly Vero incarnate, serve under some damned Saint Lily?

This did raise some doubts in Komer’s mind. He didn’t believe there could be such people in the world who had no connection with each other. He had to find an opportunity to meet this Saint Lily Klepper and see who she really was. It seemed his trip to Athens this time was indeed the right move, avoiding the Church of Light’s eyes yet encountering so many events, it was a worthwhile trip after all.

The cheers were deafening when the armored girl, holding the reins in one hand and a gleaming silver long spear in the other, advanced slowly along the circular track of the Grand Arena. Her magnificent phoenix-winged helmet could not hide her long black hair, and the sparkling silver armor shone waves of light with the shaking of the chariot wheels under the sunshine, like the beautiful, unmatched goddess Athena reincarnated, no wonder the entire crowd was mesmerized.

After a slow lap around the Grand Arena, the girl began to speed up the chariot, and her course no longer followed the smooth, fixed track, but rather darted through a series of obstacle-filled routes like a nimble reindeer. The chariot accelerated and turned sharply, with huge rock barriers and winding paths constantly eliciting loud cheers from the stands.

Even Komer was captivated. The girl’s horsemanship was undoubtedly unparalleled. The deliberately rough track seemed like flat ground before her, and the spirit of the Pegasus further perfected the display of the girl’s charioteering skills.

"Mr. Kamado, is this Miss Helena also going to participate in the Olympic Race?" Komer could no longer contain his amazement and excitement. The girl’s chariot skills were too marvelous, almost divine; he truly could not believe anyone could take the championship away from her.

"No, no, Mr. Karadin, only those racers who win the championship are qualified to enjoy the true essence of racing with Miss Helena. However, for the past three years, none of the champions has ever come close to even half of what Miss Helena can do. They consider racing alongside Miss Helena to be the greatest honor of their lives," Kamado said pridefully and with absolute confidence, clearly not believing anyone would dare to challenge this girl’s chariot skills.