Chapter 1025: Volume 33 Where to Go - 13 Anxious in Times of Peace
The charming and innocent face suddenly bloomed with a magnificent crimson even Komer couldn’t help but widen his eyes. Up to this point, Uma had not been able to fully conquer this body, but one thing was for certain: the Saintess of St. Vasily Church could only maintain her pure heart in the obscure darkness for her entire life. To overturn control over this body was almost an impossible task unless Uma could be eradicated completely from its origin.
However, Komer could not imagine anyone in this world who could accomplish this, neither Frenster nor Vazinsky stood a chance, perhaps Julius II might be able to, but would he himself give him that opportunity?
The rose-like crimson faded, and Uma’s face returned to an icy jade color. Komer watched with interest as this lost dark elder attempted to refine her opponent, but it was evident that she had not succeeded. The Bright Holy Teaching was extremely stringent in selecting its Saintesses, especially in fortifying their resolve, and Saintess Elenya’s performance far exceeded Komer and Uma’s expectations.
"Uma, still no way?" Komer crossed his arms, closely observing the other’s smooth face. The blush had faded, and the expression unchanged, showing Uma’s efforts had once again been in vain.
"Hmm, these damned Church of Light, it’s unimaginable how they train the conviction of these people to be so resilient. Every time I’m so close only to fail at the last moment, which is utterly disheartening," Uma said with disappointment, as she saw her dark power slowly eroding everything in the opponent’s heart, yet every time failing at the last moment, causing her immense frustration.
"Did you think that the Church of Light could thrive for hundreds of years without any true expertise? If everyone could easily resolve it, then the Church of Light would have likely met its end long ago," Komer shook his head slightly, "Don’t rush, we have all the time in the world, and time can erode everything."
"But I’m not satisfied. Always being held back like this prevents me from fully immersing myself in cultivation. Such a perfect body for my use, yet I cannot fully control it—this is nothing but torture," Uma said through clenched teeth: "Lacking this, I can’t cultivate or use many of the most essential skills."
"Hmm, do you need my help in this matter? I am quite confident in my experience in this area," Komer reminded kindly: "Sometimes, relying solely on oneself and forcing the issue is not the best approach."
"No, no, I must solve this problem myself. Otherwise, with this flaw, I will never reach the pinnacle," Uma insisted. A blow to the soul was undoubtedly the greatest harm to a mage. Rather than achieving her goal with someone else’s help, Uma was willing to pay a higher price to try it herself. This was, after all, a necessary process in magical cultivation—if it were too easy, it might only mean that greater dangers lay ahead.
"That’s fine then, now you have the time to achieve everything you want," Komer stretched his body, "How about you go down to Damarlinsk Castle for now? The rich dark atmosphere there might help you to wield your mental magic more effectively."
Uma hesitated a bit. The environment of Damarlinsk Castle was indeed the best, but three hundred years of solitude also made her somewhat fearful of returning there, even though she could come and go freely, Uma was still subconsciously resistant to the suggestion.