A Demigod’s Fury and a Surprise Revelation

Mofimod Rigles watched as Domu pulled Princess Soronna behind him in an intimate gesture, forcibly suppressing the displeasure rising within him. He repeatedly reminded himself that he could not confront this man now—doing so might upset Princess Soronna, and that was the last thing Mofimod Rigles wanted.

However, upon hearing Domu’s earnest words of advice directed at Princess Soronna, Mofimod Rigles’s face couldn’t help but take on a faint green hue, matching his eyes.

Just as Mofimod Rigles was on the verge of losing his composure, Domu uttered words that profoundly astonished him.

“Armor?”

Mofimod Rigles scrutinized the pure white, exquisitely luxurious full-body armor before him, assessing it continuously from top to bottom. Although he had initially sensed it was no ordinary item, he had not expected it to be an exceptionally rare piece of equipment capable of [Magic Nullification].

Such equipment was incredibly rare. Moreover, the [Magic Nullification] property of this armor was likely of an extremely high grade—powerful enough to block even his own demigod-level aura, [Weaklings Disperse].

However, judging by the information he had received from General Baro, the man before him should be a combat-oriented professional, much like himself. The ability to capture legendary creatures bare-handed suggested extraordinary physical prowess.

Now, combined with armor that possessed the [Magic Nullification] property, it became evident that Domu’s combat strength would need to be re-evaluated.

Domu… what a terrifying man.

“Yes, Mr. Mofimod Rigles, is there a problem?” Domu asked, somewhat perplexed as to why Mofimod Rigles had raised the question. Nonetheless, since Soronna had provoked him first—and he had graciously apologized—Domu’s impression of Mofimod Rigles had improved slightly.

Despite his fierce appearance, he seemed to be quite the gentleman.

However, Soronna beside him still appeared agitated. She clung tightly to Domu’s arm, glaring furiously at Mofimod Rigles while trembling faintly.

Disregarding the many onlookers, Domu embraced Soronna and gently stroked her hair in an attempt to soothe her. As he held her close, he did not look at Mofimod Rigles when he spoke.

“Lord Domu, why do you wear such magic-nullifying armor? While this pure white full-body armor appears formidable, it also seems rather cumbersome. For a fellow martial practitioner like yourself, would it not hinder your movements? Or perhaps, as a demigod-level expert, you greatly fear being ambushed by magic?”

Watching Domu hold Princess Soronna in his arms, Mofimod Rigles nearly fainted from rage.

This despicable man! Taking advantage of Princess Soronna’s vulnerability! To commit such an affront to the Princess’s dignity right in front of me—the Second Legion Commander of the Norachi Kingdom, and her own teacher! And to show such utter disregard for my presence!

Mofimod Rigles clenched his fists tightly, causing even the [Rotten Dragon Blade] at his waist to vibrate faintly. After taking several deep breaths, he managed to calm himself slightly.

At this point, he no longer cared about preserving face for either party, and spoke words that cut straight to the core.

“Ah… that’s not it, Mr. Mofimod Rigles. While this armor can nullify magic, its primary purpose is actually to suppress my own magic. I haven’t yet learned to properly control the special power within me, so if I don’t wear it, it would cause significant trouble for those around me.”

“Oh, and Mr. Mofimod Rigles, would you mind retracting the somewhat cold aura you’re emitting? As a demigod-level expert, your presence is making everyone here a bit uncomfortable.”

As he spoke, Domu raised his head in slight surprise, his tone carrying a hint of embarrassment.

Domu felt that he was indeed rather clumsy. He had heard that demigod-level experts could perfectly control their special aura—something referred to as [Weaklings Disperse]. However, he himself had no idea how to deactivate [Dark Valkyrie’s Majesty]. This aura-type area-of-effect state was permanently active; he could only regulate its intensity, not turn it off entirely.

Thus, his words carried a touch of awkwardness. Even so, he kindly reminded Mofimod Rigles about the cold aura, believing that Mr. Mofimod Rigles was a fundamentally good person whose actions were likely unintentional.

“…………”

Domu… what a bold man…

Lecturing me—the Kingdom’s Second Legion Commander—while embracing our Norachi Kingdom’s one and only Princess!

Nullifying his own magic? Ridiculous! Unable to control his own power? Absurd!

A demigod-level expert like you, saying such things to another demigod… you truly possess unparalleled audacity…

To go to such lengths just to display your superiority before Princess Soronna… you’ve truly gone all out, haven’t you?

You’ve truly… truly… truly made me look at you in a new light, Domu!!!

“Hehehe… Everyone… my apologies.”

Mofimod Rigles suddenly let out a low chuckle before formally bowing to those around him. At the same time, he retracted the cold aura that had been making everyone uncomfortable.

“Ah… no, it’s fine… Lord Mofimod Rigles, you don’t need to apologize!”

The onlookers, already somewhat intimidated by the confrontation between two demigod-level figures, were even more startled when Lord Mofimod Rigles suddenly bowed and apologized.

“Yes, yes! Lord Mofimod Rigles, the weather is quite hot today, so that bit of coolness earlier was actually quite refreshing!”

Who was Mofimod Rigles?

He was the pillar of the Norachi Kingdom—one of the few demigod-level experts on the entire continent. His status far surpassed that of General Baro, the Lord of Morgan City. In essence, he stood just below Her Majesty the Empress—a symbol of absolute power and authority.

Thus, when such a figure apologized, the crowd felt not honored, but deeply unsettled. In their understanding, a Legion Commander had no need to apologize—everything they did within the Kingdom was inherently justified.

“Everyone, please don’t worry. I was indeed somewhat careless just now and caused you inconvenience. I thank you all for your understanding.”

Though Mofimod Rigles’s eyes remained cold, his tone had become unusually gentle as he reassured the crowd.

“The event will be starting soon. Lord Domu and I still have matters to discuss. Lord Domu, let us return to our seats. Miss Soronna, please.”

He glanced over the still-anxious guests and gestured calmly toward the most luxurious table.

The crowd immediately fell silent.

Though his voice was mild, anyone caught under his gaze instinctively shrank back, returning to their seats like frightened birds. Only a handful of bold or curious individuals dared to remain attentive, hoping to overhear something from these two demigod-level figures.

“Mr. Mofimod Rigles, you truly are a good person—please.”

Just as I thought! Mr. Mofimod Rigles is very reasonable. He must have accidentally released that cold aura without realizing it. I only reminded him, and he accepted it so graciously—even apologizing to everyone. His personality really isn’t as intimidating as his appearance, Domu thought, feeling quietly pleased.

Mofimod Rigles followed behind Domu and Soronna as they headed toward their reserved seats.

Domu… your actions have already pushed the limits of my tolerance.

Today, if you do not possess strength worthy of your audacity… I, Mofimod Rigles, will personally slay a second demigod-level expert with my own hands!

His wolf-like gaze locked onto Domu’s back, his cold green eyes shimmering faintly with killing intent.

Suddenly, Mofimod Rigles’s expression stiffened into a frown.

At the same moment, Domu and Soronna—walking ahead—came to an abrupt halt.

“What’s wrong, Soronna? Is something the matter?” Domu asked, turning back in concern. He had been holding her hand when he suddenly felt her body stiffen. Given her surprising strength in this state, her sudden stop forced him to halt as well.

“I—I’m so sorry, Mr. Mofimod Rigles! I didn’t mean to! Are you alright?” Soronna quickly lifted her foot from Mofimod Rigles’s shoe, apologizing with a face full of guilt.

“Mr. Mofimod Rigles! Soronna didn’t mean it—are you alright? Do you need healing?” Domu also noticed what had happened and gave Soronna a helpless look before apologizing sincerely.

“No… I’m fine. It was merely the unintentional act of a pure-hearted, kind girl. How much force could there possibly be? I am, after all, a demigod-level Legion Commander of the Kingdom. Hehe… Lord Domu, Miss Soronna, there is no need to worry.”

Though his brow remained slightly furrowed, Mofimod Rigles’s tone carried a faint trace of amusement, as if genuinely surprised by their concern—almost as though he found it absurd that such a thing could harm him.

“That’s a relief! We are truly very sorry, Mr. Mofimod Rigles!” Soronna said, her face slightly flushed as she clung tightly to Domu’s arm.