A rare magical miracle in the world

Chapter 154: Chapter 113: A New Miracle (18/150, please subscribe)

No saber to wield?

“Ha!”

Sherri laughed, yet within that laughter, a two-meter-long tachi lunged towards his senior sister, “Try to take this one without a saber too!!”

“Hmph!”

The senior sister’s body bent, nimbly dodging Sherri’s sweep.

The next moment, the two tachis clashed fiercely.

“Clang clang!”

While competing in strength with their long tachis, both of them pulled out another short tachi.

One very long, one very short, the four blades of the two combatants stuck together once again.

“Huff huff!”

Blades dropped to the ground, as their figures collided, no longer using weapons, but rather fists and feet, they started brawling.

“Still fighting?”

Sherri was completely baffled. She felt as if her miracle was fake, and they were the real deal.

“Bang!!”

With fists colliding, Sherri shook his somewhat sore arms before launching another attack.

Weapons had finished clashing, what followed was the comparison of martial skills.

But this was not the end.

Because after the comparison of martial skills, they would continue to fight until both were exhausted and one of them fell.

“Heave…heave~~~”

Sherri gasped for breath and lay spread-eagled among the flowers, the pale blue glow slowly drifting upwards, illuminating the floral sea.

“Hahaha.”

Sherri turned his head, only to see that his senior sister was lying down just like him, albeit far more gracefully than Sherri’s casual sprawl.

However, Sherri was the victor, having thoroughly exhausted his senior sister’s strength.

“For the first time in my life, I’ve won against you!”

Even so, Sherri was well aware that during their fight, his senior sister did not bring out her killing move, but rather, spent much of the time fending off Sherri’s attacks.

His senior sister had felt his intentions.

This was the romance of the People of Yatun, also their way for a man to pursue a woman.

In the ancient traditions of Yatun, if a man took a fancy to a woman, he would find her and do battle.

Only by defeating her could he marry her.

Of course, if the two truly loved each other, then the woman would often take it easy, intentionally losing to her sweetheart.

And such an outcome often resulted in a lifetime of kneeling on a washboard for the men of Yatun, and being henpecked by their wives for life.

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Clearly, the senior sister had responded to Sherri’s pursuit with her defeat.

“Hahahahaha…”

Yet Sherri felt no discomfort or repression, only pride and arrogance: “My senior sister is unrivaled under the heavens!”

If Uncle represented omniscience in Sherri’s eyes, then his senior sister was a symbol of omnipotence.

Yes, his senior sister was invincible.

From a very young age, whatever Sherri needed, Isefia would find it and bring it back successfully.

So in Sherri’s eyes, his senior sister deserved to be excellent, that strong and unbeatable.

In this life, Sherri is of the People of Yatun.

The People of Yatun are pure and direct in their pursuit of what they want.

The first meeting between the two took place over ten years ago.

At that time, Sherri was only 8 years old, and his senior sister just 12.

Yatun Village was invaded by bandits back then, resulting in many deaths.

The 8-year-old Sherri escaped into the forest but was almost killed by the claws and fangs of a Tin-toothed Beast, and it was his senior sister who saved him.

Silver hair cascading over her shoulders, though youthful, she appeared before Sherri at his most desperate moment, like a Female Martial God descending before him.

Sherri could never forget the impact and awe that the young girl brought him.

“Do you think I have a special fate with the Tin-toothed Beast?”

Sherri lay on the ground, placing his arms under his head for comfort: “The first time it toppled me, heaven sent me a goddess; the second time it toppled me, and then our Yatun rose.”

Both his wife and his kingdom were poked out by a pig.

“Ah right, you can’t let Inya know about this,” Sherri feared that Iron Simpleton might weave this into ‘The Birth of the King’: “Absolutely not!”

“Pfft.”

Even his senior sister couldn’t help but laugh at Sherri’s joke.

“Stop lying down.”

His senior sister, feeling Sherri’s intentions, rose from the sea of flowers, then smiled and reached out to Sherri: “Get up.”

“Heh.”

“Ah!”

Sherri grabbed his senior sister’s hand and suddenly exerted strength, and amidst her surprised cry, he forcefully pulled her into his embrace.

“This…”

The senior sister did not expect Sherri to do this.

The two had long since vowed to be together for life, but Sherri was extremely respectful towards his senior sister, and the most intimate thing they had done was hold hands.

“Let me hold you for a while, just for a while.”

Sherri had many dreams in this life, but the biggest were three.

The first was to protect the people around him.

The second was to leave his mark on the world, to live a fiery and passionate life.

The third was to have his senior sister, to make her his woman.

And now, the first two dreams had been fulfilled.

The Yatun Duchy, the people of Yatun no longer lived in fear; they found a sanctuary, a new home.

Becoming the Master of Miracles, Sherri was destined to be a trendsetter in this world.

But there was still the third dream, the most selfish one.

“I’m just an ordinary person, while you are the Master of Miracles, our Majesty.”

Sherri felt she was unworthy of Bailuo. As time went by, he would grow stronger, and she would be left far behind, unable to protect her dear younger brother anymore.

She had always been aloof, maintaining her composure in all things.

Yet, this matter alone greatly saddened her.

“So, I haven’t repaid kindness with enmity but with gratitude instead?”

Sherri saved Bailuo, yet he wanted her in return. Wasn’t that repaying kindness with ingratitude?

But now, Sherri said Bailuo was so great and noble that she was unworthy of him.

Perfect, then let Bailuo marry Sherri and make her the Duchess of Yatun, the future Queen, and even the Empress of the Empire.

“You saved my life, and so I’ll give you the best of everything,” he said.

“Whoever says you’ll be dragged down by me, I will acquire even more miracles in the future,” he said.

This was the first time Bailuo had claimed in front of others that he had the power to seek miracles: “If the power of one miracle isn’t enough, then two, three. Sherri, you’re so powerful, you’ll surely be able to develop these Miracle Powers to their fullest.”

“No matter what the future holds, in my heart, you will always be the invincible elder sister.”

Sherri was invincible; anyone who disagreed would get their head bashed in by Bailuo!

“So…”

Bailuo thought for a moment, realizing he simply couldn’t say anything more.

Action spoke much louder than a thousand words.

“Stand up.”

Bailuo wasn’t one for sweet nothings; their love didn’t need these.

“Okay,” she agreed.

Sherri anticipated Bailuo’s intention; she stood up from his embrace and, in turn, pulled him up with her.

“This environment…”

Bailuo looked around. The sea of flowers was beautiful, aglow with countless fireflies, truly like a dreamworld.

Except for the scattered pieces of weapons…

“It’s perfect,” she said.

The People of Yatun craved battle; flowers and cheers were essential, but weapons, too, felt familiar to Sherri.

“Elder sister,” he called.

Bailuo kneeled on one knee, then presented a ring forged by Lilith herself: “Marry me, be my wife.”

“I will,” she consented.

Sherri offered her hand, and Bailuo fitted the ring onto her finger.

No matter what the future held, Sherri would protect and stand by Bailuo with all her might, being both a warrior and a good wife.

“Huala…”

Bailuo should have followed the mood and ‘done’ something right then and there.

But an abrupt noise disrupted this crucial moment.

‘A new miracle? At this time?!’

The sound of the Black Leather Book’s pages turning echoed in Bailuo’s ears, and he instinctively knew what it meant.

A new miracle.

It was the seventh miracle.

It had arrived.

Bailuo, who possessed six miracles, was no longer as excited as he had been at first.

Perhaps miracles were indeed formidable.

But they were not omnipotent, as evidenced by Bai Yino and the Mysterious Dragon, who, though acquired by Bailuo, were not as readily usable as those like Sherri’s and Lilith’s.

The Mysterious Dragon was too high and unreachable, leaving Bailuo without much real feeling.

Bai Yino stayed by Bailuo’s side, but her Ability required a long time before she could become the Guardian God of Yatun.

So, having more miracles did not necessarily make one more powerful.

Time and development were indispensable.

‘Regardless, let’s find it first.’

Of course, if a miracle appeared, it must be seized—that was the foundation of Bailuo.

Having 100 miracles all at once didn’t guarantee strength, but possessing them for hundreds or thousands of years most certainly would make one invincible.

[The Sage trapped within the tree hollow opened his eyes; upon the lake’s shimmer, the knight’s figure moved away into the distance.]

[The colorful and valiant Canon Instructor defeated the evil dragon, the loyal Canon Instructor found the lost relic, and the remorseless Prayer watched the holy body submerging into the water, his eyes filled with tears, as if he had seen the White Horse Prince walking under the midday sun once again.]

[Direction: due East.]

[Countdown: 6 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes, 57 seconds.]

“Err…”

This miracle’s riddle was a tough one.

As it had always been, Bailuo simply couldn’t understand what it meant: ‘The Sage, the knight, the hero who defeated the dragon, the one searching for the relic, the prayer, and the White Horse Prince.’

‘What does all of this mean?’

Bailuo felt a headache coming on, but fortunately, this wasn’t the first time he had faced a puzzle he couldn’t solve.

“Well, um…”

He looked at Sherri, feeling very guilty because he had to leave for work right after proposing.

“Xiao Luo,” she interrupted.

As Bailuo’s fiancée and the future Duchess (Queen) of Yatun, Sherri’s status was arguably equal to that of Bailuo, yet she would not presume to overreach.

And in a world where miracles existed, even a marital relationship couldn’t compare to the Master of Miracles.

Of course, she felt qualified to make a few suggestions: “Your reaction just now… you’ve encountered it again, haven’t you?”

“Ah, yes, so…”

“Miracles are important,” she stated.

Sherri was understanding; Bailuo apologized repeatedly for having to rush off at such an important moment.

It felt almost like a work call on the wedding night; Bailuo barely held back his urge to curse.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

Bailuo squeezed Sherri’s hand firmly before calling for Sherri and Lilith and heading in the direction indicated by the Black Leather Book.