Poison Eve
Chapters-111

"Geelyn Katz!" Nazareth shouted out loud with power. "I'm asking you, do you understand what a true Spiritual Master is?"

Evelyn bowed respectfully to the soldiers, "Delivering herself entirely to the Order of Angelos!" he answered with the attitude of a knight.

"Are you willing to devote yourself entirely to the Order of Angelos, fighting for justice and protecting humanity?"

"I'm ready!" Evelyn knelt down while crossing one of her clenched hands in front of her chest, the other leg folded in front of her chest resting on the floor with the sole of her foot, while the other leg folded back resting on the floor with her knees.

Nazareth extended the tip of his spear towards Evelyn, "On behalf of the God of Light who reigned in Shamayim, today I enthroned Evelyn Katz as Chairman of the Order of Angelos Military Skills Hall and granted full rights to the entire alliance's secret skill legacy."

The entire room now lit up brightly in gold.

"The crown of light brings glory to you!" Nazareth added.

Instantly, Evelyn felt her head flutter and her two temples throbbing, she frowned withstanding the sting of pain like there was a barbed wire wrapped around her head. Then slowly, the crown of the fairy that was touted as the chakra of Apollo poked out from behind the ear to the temple.

Nazareth threw the jewel on the necklace he gave Evelyn.

The jewel floated slowly, then landed on Evelyn's forehead and seeped into her skull.

Evelyn's pair of eyes now lit up blue like the color of that gem. And so is his forehead.

"From today, your life belongs to the Military Alliance of the Order of Angelos!" continued Nazareth still with the power of a king—maybe also be the Son of Light. "Your life is to fight for justice. Die for the spirit of a hero who will live forever on the battlefield without regret. The glory of the alliance is your glory. Glory is life! The inheritance necklace bequeathed the glory of the Spiritual Master, bequeathed the mission of protecting mankind, bequeathed everything that was mine!"

The golden bright light gradually dimmed.

Nazareth pulled out his staff and lowered it on his side.

Evelyn raised her face and stood up.

A number of paintings floated from their respective places, then circled around Evelyn, then landed on the floor and lit up in gold.

The figures of the knights of the Order of Angelos in the painting kneeled towards Evelyn with the respect of the army, exactly the same as Evelyn did when Nazareth was acting king.

"Military Skill Hall has already recognized you as their master" Nazareth told the court. "From now on, you're the chief here. But since your level has only reached the level of a knight, there are still many skills here that you haven't conquered."

Evelyn looked up following Nazareth's line of sight.

Half of the paintings that were on the top level were still perched in their respective places.

There are nine levels with each level containing nine paintings.

Only four levels dropped and knelt in front of Evelyn.

On the fourth level, there were still five paintings left that did not come down and lit up.

"Only after you have passed their level will they be active one by one!" Nazareth.

I understand, Evelyn said inwardly. Once I pass level fifty, the new fifth level will come down and acknowledge me as an employer.

Moments later, the painting that came down to the floor returned to its original place, then extinguished.

"The skill you learned last night is a level forty-five skill" Nazareth explained. "You have to perfect your skills by learning each skill from scratch in order."

Evelyn looked at Nazareth.

"Try putting your palm on one of the paintings!" Nazareth Instructions.

"Pacify your heart, use the power of light to see the level of strength of the skill!"

The painting was again lit up and glowing golden, the knightly figure in it moved to show the base horses to bring out the spiritual chakra, then came the white spiritual chakra.

"Level ten!" terka Evely.

"Yes," replied Nazareth. "Do you remember the order of colors based on the age of the spiritual chakras?"

Evelyn looked at Nazareth.

"Here the color of the chakras in each painting symbolizes the numbers behind it. One chakra is white, meaning levels ten through eleven."

"But.." Evelyn interrupted. "The color of the spiritual chakra is only seven!"

"There are actually nine" Nazareth said. "The other three include red and blue."

Evelyn frowned.

"Pink, bright red, and light blue!" Nazareth explained. "Young color indicates younger age. Yet it remains in the range of hundreds of thousands of years and millions of years for the age of the spiritual chakras. But here goes for the count of numbers behind every ten levels. One pink chakra means level fifteen, one bright red chakra means level sixteen, one blood red chakra means level seventeen, one light blue chakra means level eighteen and so on."

"All right, I understand" Evelyn said.

"Rice!" nazareth said as he removed the staff from his hand, then drew closer to Evelyn. His golden wand floated in the middle of the room. "Training his secret skills later on alone," Nazareth said with a mischievous smile. "For a while...how about we practice other skills?"

Evelyn blinked and was flabbergasted when the man suddenly scooped her face and kissed her. Instantly, the elf crown and the flaming gemstone on her forehead shot inward and disappeared.

That was how in the end, they spent another half an hour venting their respective yearnings as if they hadn't met for a long time.

After they came out of the dimensional space, Nazareth told Evelyn that her storage necklace was now inside her head.

"You just need to concentrate the light energy into your mind to get in or put something in there like you're entering your subconscious," Nazareth said as he tapped Evelyn's forehead half-jokingly.

Evelyn brushed Nazareth's hand off her forehead with a pouting face.

Migi Vox, who is back as a toddler, turned his head to peek at Nazareth's face as if he wanted to make sure if he was joking or angry.

Nazareth smiled faintly and sucked Evelyn's forehead into her chest, then peeked at the top of her head.

"Ehem!"

The baritone voice of someone behind them jerked the two.

Evelyn jerked her head to the side, looking back. Then blanch. He detached himself from Nazareth's embrace, twisted his body quickly and bowed. "His Majesty the Emperor!"

Nazareth's father knew already was standing behind them flanked by two nobles-Duke Orion Jace and Marquez Kush Thunder, Nazareth's uncle.

Nazareth turned around and bowed with pleasantries.

If there was no Orion Jace, he might have already dragged Evelyn away from her uncle.

Kush Thunder glanced at Evelyn with a faint smile. Scrutinizing every part of Evelyn's body she thought might have kept Apollo's chakra. Starting from the temples, shoulders, arms, to the tips of his legs.

Nazareth was still downcast while his jaw tightened and gnashed his teeth.

Now the greedy people finally knew who Evelyn's ancestor was, he thought.