Poison Eve
Chapter 4

"Without a spiritual chakra, even if you work hard, you can't get the next title either" another talent digger told Evelyn.

"That spiritual chakra.. the halo in your body just now?" ask Evelyn again. "Your average has three chakras, meaning you're at level thirty?"

"That's right," replied the owner of the crystal ball.

"Miss!" another talent digger interrupted. "Your condition is very special. The power of full light was a talent that had not been discovered for a hundred years."

"So bad, what a pity! This full spiritual power is a pity" the other half deeply regretted. "If your protective fairy were a farming tool alone. That way, they must be too." the talent digger gushed upwards, appointing one of the talent scout officials upstairs. Then sigh and shake. Not finishing his words.

"How do I get the spiritual chakras?" Evelyn was still curious.

The other participants began to groan in line.

The talent diggers glanced at Evelyn's back and sighed. "To be able to obtain the spiritual chakra, you must kill the spiritual beast."

"Are weeds really untrainable?" ask Evelyn again.

The queue of the child behind him snarled together.

"You can't accept the truth, can you?" a boy shouted at him impatiently.

"It's not that it can't be trained at all," the owner of the crystal ball kept trying to give an explanation. "Just what do you think, as it increases, what can weeds become?"

"A useless protector is useless!" screaming children in line. "Receive the truth!"

Evelyn glanced at her mother who was sitting upright on the bleachers with a toned face and nose looking up, then smiled grimly and bowed at a glance towards the talent diggers and the officials upstairs, who were not there, then left the arena.

"Aah!" the talent diggers back groan. "It's so sad!"

"Full spiritual power! Useless protective fairy!" the talent scouting officials shook their heads.

Nazareth turned around and rushed out, then turned towards the stairs that led to the entrance of the talent dig arena.

A young priest sneaked in front of Nazareth and blocked the road when the man was trying to get close to Evelyn.

The priest bowed to Evelyn.

Evelyn exchanged glances with her cousin sister, then bowed back to the priest and smiled clumsily.

Nazareth had to stop one step behind the priest and wait. Want to not listen to their conversation.

"Miss has a very rare birth talent" the priest told Evelyn. "It's a pity that your protective elf cannot be developed. I don't think it's a coincidence."

"You mean…?" Evelyn raised her eyebrows politely.

"I'm afraid you're destined for inner peace" the pastor said, bowing once more. "Being a spiritual master in the field of ministry."

"Ah—ha ha ha!" Evelyn laughed uneasily. Another talent-seeker, he thought cynically. "Thank you for the enlightenment" he said, still trying to be polite. "But I'm not interested if what you mean is to be a nun."

"May peace be with you." the pastor bowed again. "I'd be happy to welcome you to Saint Nicholas, if you change your mind."

"Thank you" Evelyn bowed back.

The priest finally begged.

Nazareth slowly approached Evelyn and Nadine.

The two Katz girls in front of him instantly gasped.

Ah—man at the gate! Evelyn cheered in her heart. Totally fascinated.

"Who among you is Officer Katz's daughter?" Nazareth asked with a flat expression.

The two girls immediately nodded and cleared their throat.

"Me!" evelyn answered almost simultaneously.

Nazareth folded his two hands behind his body, and silently moved his fingers - channeling a hint of magic energy into his palm, he said, and take out a sprig of yellow-flowered wildflowers - flowers Alamanda—gold trumpet aka the yellow bell. "Sorry," he said. "To be honest, I didn't have any preparation to see you. But.." he pulled out one hand and held out the flower towards Evelyn. "Congratulations!"

The two Katz girls were flabbergasted and exchanged looks. Then blinked and looked back at Nazareth with admiration.

Evelyn received the flower with her heart palpitating. Her face was red with flowers.

"By the way.." Nazareth extended a hand to Evelyn. "I'm Nazareth!" he introduced himself.

Evelyn shook her hand with a sparkling face. "I'm Evelyn!"

"May you know what your protective fairy is?" ask Nazareth. He knew the girl had a protective fairy of wild plants. What kind of wild plants? He wants to know.

Evelyn stuttered for a moment and gulped before finally being able to reply, "Three-leaved ivy!"

Ivy! thought Nazareth with a frown, which Evelyn later concluded as a pit of disappointment.

The girl immediately bowed with a grim look.

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Ivy three-leaf…

Nazareth kept repeating those words in his mind until he lost meaning.

He walked back and forth with both hands crossed behind his body in a light and slow motion as if just hovering above the ground. The edge of his long coat softly whipped around his armour shoes that wrapped tightly up to the knees, looking tough with a shiny black color that gave the impression of a hard elegant.

His forehead is crinkling deep. Trying to think hard. His fox eyes stared intensely at the vines dangling on the fortress fence in his estate backyard.

That wild plant is called the three-leaved ivy.

Not just because you want to find peace and then disturbed by the unsightly scenery due to the growth of wild plants that always managed to force himself to keep thinking… how else to eradicate and remove it from the castle fortress wall as usual all this time.

He may have given up on it, because no matter how he pruned it, every morning, the plant always returned. Screeching stubbornly all the time.

Wild grass is a very stubborn type of living thing.

It could not be just a coincidence that the plant grows in the backyard of his estate.

This was the first time Nazareth had thought about not getting rid of the wild bush. If you can't get rid of it, you better make yourself useful, he thought. A little care seems to be able to turn that wild bush into an ornamental plant.

The man flicked his finger and in an instant a single Ivy leaf bounced off his tendril then flew around like a propeller and landed on his palm that was lodged in front of his snow-cold looking face.

The surrounding peach trees rustled in a gentle breeze. His pink-white petals slowly fell like rain, then scattered on the surface of the green grassy soil around his feet.

Nazareth clasped the ivy leaf in his palm. Then cupped the other palm over the hand that grasped the Ivy leaf earlier.

He turned his wrists, moved both palms in the opposite direction in a beautiful dance, then shot the ivy leaf with his palm using spiritual power.

SLASHY!

The leaf sped and swirled in comet speed and in one blink of an eye the leaf had slashed away all the tendrils dangling along the wall.

A thin smile fell on the corner of his lips.

"Spiritual power is full," he murmured like a whisper of wind. "Protectors are useless?"