Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 1043

Everyone in the room unconsciously held their breath when the mystical female archer appeared.

Before Jenkins arrived, Dolores had also summoned the archer using the chess piece and had engaged in a fierce clash with two Benefactors. Those who had witnessed the earlier battle assumed that was the full power of the "Frozen Archer Chess Piece." But now, seeing the magnificent armor and the divine, brilliant radiance, they finally understood what they were truly facing.

No one saw how the arrow was loosed. It shot out like a bolt of lightning, leaving a linear afterimage of interwoven ice-blue and black in the air. By the time Jenkins's words faded, the Benefactor, his head pierced through, was already arching backward, toppling onto the carpet. On the wall behind him, a spiderweb of cracks began to spread from a tiny hole at its center, slowly extending across the entire surface.

"Not enough control over its power."

Jenkins thought to himself before turning his gaze to the remaining people:

"I don't enjoy killing. At the very least, I don't like killing prisoners..."

In the end, by the time a breathless Julia arrived with reinforcements that resembled a small army, everything at the manor had already been resolved. All the "robbers" who had witnessed the ice archer in action tacitly laid down their weapons. As for Dolores's sister, Her Highness Sarlina Stuart, the second princess of the kingdom, she had been knocked unconscious by a slap from Dolores.

The "kidnapped" noble girls hadn't seen the clash between the Benefactors, which saved a great deal of trouble for the evening's affairs. After Julia secured the entire manor with the city police and soldiers, Jenkins and Dolores finally opened the bedroom door.

Maids filed in to rescue the delicate noblewomen. Once the gags were removed from their mouths, most of them couldn't help but start sobbing. A good number of them understood exactly what tonight's incident was about and knew that no harm would come to them.

But they were, after all, young women who had never experienced anything of the sort. To have held back their tears until now was already quite brave.

Although the vast majority of these noble girls would certainly not inherit their family titles, that didn't stop Dolores from winning their favor.

In truth, the silent Julia had always hoped Her Highness would make some friends her own age, but Dolores was sometimes overly mature and found all her peers to be childish.

In any case, after comforting the girls who were still steeped in fear and panic, Major General Mahamut, who had led the rescue team, first gave Dolores a deep bow before arranging for someone to notify the noble girls' parents.

They had all been moved to the first-floor banquet hall, which had suffered less damage in the fight, to rest. Only Jenkins and Dolores remained on the third-floor balcony, talking.

The starry sky over Ruen was beautiful tonight. Jenkins leaned forward, resting his hands on the white, jade-like balustrade. From their position, they could see soldiers and police searching the manor's interior again. It was all for show, of course. After all, the people Julia had brought were aligned with Dolores's faction. How the entire incident would be reported—what could be said and what couldn't—had already been arranged.

"You've performed a great service this time. Although everyone tacitly understands where these robbers came from, I imagine your father won't publicize the matter between you and your sister in order to preserve the dignity of the royal family."

This incident will surely be classified as a robbery. Rumors of internal strife within the royal family will definitely not reach anyone outside of this event.

"Mr. Williams, thank you so much..."

Dolores said softly. She glanced at Julia, who was standing sideways by the wall between the balcony and the room. Seeing no one else was around, she moved a little closer to Jenkins.

"Miss Alexia isn't here right now!"

The girl cheered inwardly. Gazing at the young man's profile beside her, a bold idea suddenly sparked in her mind.

"If you hadn't come to save me..."

"I'm sure you had a way out, Dolores. Alexia has praised you to me before; she said you're always prepared for anything that might happen around you. If I hadn't shown up, I imagine you could have used that wine glass to escape."

Jenkins said, shaking his head. The smile on the girl's face beside him froze, and behind the curtains, Julia couldn't resist the urge to facepalm.

If things had followed the usual script, Jenkins would have accepted the girl's gratitude, and their relationship would have deepened. It wasn't that Jenkins was unaware of this. But in his view, Dolores was a bit too young, and he also had to consider Alexia's feelings.

Dolores was momentarily at a loss for words, but then Jenkins spoke again:

"Oh, I almost forgot about this. Here, take this back. It truly is a remarkable Bestowal. Even though I've used more than one Bestowal, this is a weapon worthy of my admiration."

He opened his palm, and points of ice-blue light spilled from between his fingers, finally coalescing into the ice-blue chess piece in his hand. Updates are released by Nove1Fire.net

Jenkins narrowed his eyes slightly, then severed his spiritual connection to the Bestowal. This meant he was relinquishing ownership of it, allowing another Benefactor chosen by the piece to absorb it once more.

"But Benefactors shouldn't rely too heavily on items. Although Series C Bestowals are a part of our strength, we should depend more on our abilities."

He gestured for Dolores to take the chess piece, but the girl hesitated for a moment and didn't reach out:

"Mr. Williams, I think it's more suited to you than to me."

Her lovely face revealed her inner conflict, her delicate eyebrows knitting together slightly, showing the girl's uncertainty:

"I've heard a saying... yes, it's just a family legend, so it doesn't really count..."

Taking a deep breath, she finally said the words:

"Only a descendant of House Stuart can possess this chess piece."

"You're overthinking it."

Jenkins didn't even have to think about it. He just smiled and shook his head:

"I have no connection to House Stuart. Of that, I'm quite certain."

In reality, he had always suspected his own bloodline was related to elves, and the ancestors of the Stuarts, who excelled in ice and snow, were definitely not elves.

"As for being able to use this Bestowal, that's because I can use all Bestowals. At least, every Series C item I've ever seen has called out for me to use it."