Chapter 410 - 345: I Have to Get Some More Help

Chapter 410: Chapter 345: I Have to Get Some More Help

He approached and knocked on the door, and it opened by itself.

Lloyd had expected a solemn, stately auditorium or some unfathomable, mysterious area behind the door. Instead, as it opened, it revealed... a young woman’s boudoir?

It was spacious, grand, and gorgeous—the very picture of sophisticated luxury. Compared to the rooms of Evelor and Elolo he frequented, it lacked the typical little-girl toys like stuffed dolls. Instead, it possessed a dignified opulence, befitting its owner’s exceptionally noble status.

But as Lloyd glanced around, he saw no sign that anyone actually lived here—not even a trace of recent activity. Though spotless, the room felt desolate and empty.

’Doesn’t Hildina usually live here?’

As Lloyd was lost in thought, a sweet, breathy voice whispered near his ear:

"Hehe, this is the first time I’ve ever brought anyone to my room. I gave Demani quite a scare just now."

Lloyd whipped his head around to see Hildina standing beside him, having appeared without him noticing. She still wore the stunning guise of his Childhood Sweetheart, right down to her delectable, bare feet.

This time, however, she wasn’t occupying his Projection. She had appeared before him directly.

Yet Lloyd could clearly sense this wasn’t Hildina’s true body. It was a form similar to a Projection, a delicate figure condensed from her power.

When Lloyd didn’t speak, Hildina reached out and pinched his chin, forcing his head up. She put on a cute, pouty expression, her cheeks puffed out slightly as she asked:

"Hmm? You came all this way to find me this late just to stare at my feet?"

"Er... no, that’s not it. I’m here to report today’s findings," Lloyd replied quickly.

At that, Hildina finally smiled. She took Lloyd by the hand, led him to a nearby sofa, and sat him down. Then, she deftly slid into his embrace and urged him on expectantly:

"Oh? You went to that place? The special ancient ruin? Quick, tell me all about it! What was it like?"

"Huh? You don’t know about it?"

"Of course not. Why else would I have encouraged you to go?"

Hildina said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She then took Lloyd’s hand, placed it on her bare, smooth shoulder, and continued,

"I actually noticed that place was unusual a while ago, but unfortunately it was too far away, and it’s on Astra’s and Baimon’s territory. I’ve never liked dealing with those two blockheads, so I didn’t inquire further."

’It seems even being a Saint doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want, huh? You still have to consider the other Saints... Astra is the Redemption Saint, so that Baimon must be the Saint of Order, right? And she calls them ’blockheads’...’

Lloyd briefly mulled over the matter of the Saints but didn’t dwell on it. He then began to recount the day’s events in full detail.

Hildina listened quietly, occasionally stroking her chin and lowering her head in thought.

Lloyd liked to stroke his chin when he was thinking, too—a habit he’d picked up from his sister, Evelor.

After hearing the entire account, including all of Lloyd’s theories, Hildina pulled away from his embrace. She shifted her position, sitting with her legs tucked beside her, and took the biography—the one that had been propping up the coffee maker—from his hands.

Then, with what looked like quantum speed-reading, she flipped through the entire thick biography in five seconds. She furrowed her slender, dark brows and made a snarky comment:

"This is terribly written... It’s all just him singing his own praises. It’s worse than some cheap novel from a flea market stall... But, the part about the Radiant Gold Trial is recorded in great detail. Judging from the specifics, it must be the place you visited today."

Lloyd quickly added,

"So that’s it! It’s really true? No wonder Little Olga told me he didn’t understand his father’s, Old Olga’s, arrangements—why he was specifically guided to handle this incident. It’s all because it’s connected to his ancestor?"

Hildina nodded and replied,

"Yes, but there probably isn’t much of a connection anymore. After all, that egomaniac was ultimately eliminated. He failed to be chosen by Radiant Gold...

As for that Old Olga, he may have faintly sensed some revelation or guidance from Destiny, prompting him to make these arrangements. But he’s a mere Tier Seven; he’s not powerful enough to truly comprehend Destiny. That’s why he sent his son to do some preliminary probing.

The reason he included you was likely for backup, and to build a friendship with you on the side."

Hildina continued, then, in the tone of a girlfriend critiquing her boyfriend’s motley crew, she gave a brief assessment of Little Olga:

"Assuming you weren’t just painting a flattering picture of him, he sounds like someone worth befriending. Hmm... I’m not going to meddle in who you meet out there, so long as you stop trying to pick up pretty girls."

"Er..."

Lloyd, feeling a pang of guilt, quickly steered the conversation back on topic:

"So, is there really a Radiant Gold buried there that’s not quite dead?"

Hildina didn’t answer right away. She tilted her head, staring into space for a moment. Then, she waved her hand and gestured in the air. A moment later, a sprout-sized wisp of invisible power coalesced on her delicate fingertip.

"I’ll bring this up with Mentor as well. He has a much better understanding of that bygone era."