The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 555- Plans For the Future

Having steadied her breathing, Elina began to explain.

“Though I’m not a High Elf, I carry the blood of Elfenheim. I sense the draw of the seed strongly. In your search for the priestess, I could offer substantial aid. As a level 7 Marksman, I’ve battled demons before. I promise not to burden your group.”

That explained her abrupt plea.

Elina yearned to assist him in saving her people and restoring the World Tree.

Reinhardt, on the verge of entering the carriage, paused and spun back.

As she mentioned, his intention was to embark on a journey to locate the High Elf priestess. Locating her quickly would allow him to advance his scheme to revive the World Tree, turning it into a conduit for summoning spirits into this realm.

One must acknowledge that even basic spirits possess the ability to dramatically enhance the capabilities of even novice fighters in this world.

Should spirits from the Spirit World arrive, humanity would gain an alternative to skills in combating demons.

Moreover, considering the elves’ precarious position globally, traveling with an elf would prove highly advantageous for him.

For a brief instant, only the carriage’s creaking and the far-off whisper of wind through foliage filled the air.

Reinhardt examined Elina, noting the determination in her gaze, and gave a nod.

“This trip will be perilous. It might lead us into uncharted territories. And should the demons detect the Origin Seed…”

Given that demons had eradicated the whole Elfenheim royal lineage, they certainly wouldn’t remain idle upon sensing an Origin Seed.

“I won’t hinder your pace,” Elina responded without delay. “I vow it on the songs of our ancestors.”

“Very well.”

Reinhardt held no fears that she’d impede him, for as a level 7 marksman, her skills would make her a valuable ally to the team.

Right as they prepared to depart from the alcove, Eldrin approached.

At this sight, Reinhardt climbed into his carriage as his knights took to their horses, allowing the pair some privacy to converse.

“Are you truly committed to this?” Eldrin inquired.

Elina affirmed with a nod.

“Lord Reinhardt intends to seek her regardless. As bearers of Elfenheim blood, it falls to us elves to locate the princess.”

“So be it.”

Eldrin offered no further words.

“Stay safe.”

Though he wished to accompany her, his role as the fresh village chief bound him with duties.

Furthermore, he’d already endangered her once by naively trusting his father and opting to offer her as a sacrifice for the village. He lacked the authority to claim he could safeguard her now.

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Within the carriage, as Elina settled in, the coachman cracked the reins, setting the convoy in motion.

With the door shut, the external clamor faded away.

Reinhardt looked over at Elina, seated across from him with legs folded and back straight. Her bow and quiver rested beside the seat.

“Will your husband accept this arrangement? Beyond the mission’s grave risks, its duration remains unpredictable.”

To his query, Elina offered a radiant smile. “He consents.”

“Is that so?”

“The return of Elfenheim’s pure royal bloodline is no trivial event. If there’s any hope to revive the World Tree, individual matters fade in importance.”

“Understood,” Reinhardt acknowledged with a nod.

Following that, a quiet hush settled over them.

Reinhardt reclined a bit against the cushion, his gaze shifting through the window, lost in distant reflections.

It had been nearly three years since his reincarnation into this world. In that span, he’d clashed with countless Demon Generals and Lower Heavenly Kings.

Recently, he’d triumphed over the Eleventh and Twelfth Heavenly Kings, plus Vaerion, marking a significant victory for humankind.

On this venture, he’d also sensed another Heavenly King weaving plots in secrecy. Yet that foe clearly wary of him, kept evading direct confrontation via some fate-altering Ultimate Demonic Treasure.

Lately, the assault on the capital had triggered the Queen’s alternate soul and the shard within her to awaken.

What began as mishap unveiled itself as a scheme by a Heavenly King, one he suspected to be the Ninth.

Then, during a journey to Aetherion to humor the Princess’s whims, he discovered that one of Aetherion’s Five Heroes had perished in a Tainted Lands expedition, shrouded in enigmas.

It’s crucial to note that a level 10 knight represents humanity’s zenith. Even the least among them enters heroic territory, boasting at least one stat at EX.

Such prowess could hold its own against certain lower Heavenly Kings.

Yet not only did Sir Caelum Argentis, the Skybearer, fall, but Sir Gawain, wielder of the Holy Sword Durandal, suffered severe wounds.

These abrupt developments, the rising incursions by lower Heavenly Kings, and the chaotic Tainted Lands stirred in Reinhardt a sense of impending upheaval.

As though confirming his hunch, the depths of the Tainted Lands concealed unknown turmoil.

Why had mid-tier Heavenly Kings, such as the Seventh, stayed dormant for so long?

To uncover the demons’ intrigues, he’d need to venture into the Tainted Lands himself.

However, probing the Tainted Lands proved daunting, particularly post the Bloody Rain catastrophe, where a massive alliance from the seven kingdoms—bolstered by knight orders from minor realms and embodying humanity’s might—was annihilated.

Since then, deep incursions into the Tainted Lands were outlawed. The seven kingdoms’ leaders, gripped by suspicion and dread, decreed a ban on advancing beyond designated boundaries.

Thus, for Reinhardt to mount a Tainted Lands expedition, he required approval from Solaris’s King and Queen.

Fortunately, the Queen now belonged to him, simplifying the process of obtaining her consent.

Beyond pursuing the High Elf Priestess, Reinhardt’s aim for this quest included repealing the Tainted Lands exploration prohibition, since the elf might hide in the seven kingdoms, lesser states, border regions, labyrinths or sanctuaries, or even demon captivity.

Lacking clues, he prepared for the direst scenarios, urging haste in his endeavor.

That earlier ominous intuition reinforced her potential dire straits.

Time pressed urgently, with demons unlikely to stay inert indefinitely.

Hence, as he peered out the window, he formulated multiple strategies mentally.

Opposite him, Elina gazed at his striking profile, entranced. Her eyes wandered vaguely, emotions tangled as recollections welled up unexpectedly.

The moment of his arrival, like a divine intervention, his radiance piercing the gloom. That day, selected as a sacrifice and guided into the dungeon, she confronted the demon’s vile designs.

She was certain death claimed her then. But when light pierced her vision once more, she beheld the man before her exhaling in relief at their survival.

Reviving the deceased defied logic, verging on godly might.

As the only observer of those happenings, she viewed Reinhardt as the guardian light dispatched for them, safeguarding his secret faithfully.

Moreover, post-rescue, she recognized her heart had fallen for him. At her nadir, he emerged as her armored savior.

Flashes from that evening replayed vividly.

Her stealthy entry to the bath under pretense of aiding his wash during his soak. His godlike physique, flawless traits, golden gaze—she recalled it all as if recent.

Their intimate moments, the ecstasy of union as he claimed her, the completeness, the harmony of their cries amid slick forms entwined, the aroma, and the rush of warm essence filling her void.

Be it the feelings that flooded her then or the union itself, the recollection, etched into her essence, clung relentlessly.