Pioneer Lord: I Have Conquering System

"What?" Liya blurted out, her face a mask of astonishment.

"Levi, you’re not joking, are you?"

It wasn’t that Liya didn’t trust the Knight under her command, but even the most gifted Legendary Holy Knight in history, Diaylot, had taken a full month to advance to the Firefly Tier.

Advancing in a single night was simply unbelievable.

"You think I’d joke about something like this?" Levi watched her shock with a feeling of pure satisfaction, like a cool thrill running from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head. He gloated, "I have to say, this Lord might just be the next Legendary Holy Knight."

"Miss Liya, you’ve really hit the jackpot."

Fatir also struggled to hide her shock. After all, advancing to the Firefly Tier in a single night was unprecedented in the history of the Holy Light Church. But then, she couldn’t help but sigh internally.

’A genius might receive preferential treatment, but being so talented it seems unreal can only be a disaster.’

"Levi, I have to be honest with you. I came here because Liya told me you had already reached the Firefly Tier. That kind of cultivation speed surpasses every Holy Knight in the Holy Light Church, and the Church would never ignore a genius like you."

"But now you’re claiming you advanced in a single night. That kind of speed is absolutely world-shaking. If others were to find out, you would likely face unimaginable trouble. Though the glory days of the Holy Knights are over, that doesn’t mean they are weak. On the contrary, they are incredibly powerful."

"The enemies of the Holy Light Church would never stand by and watch the rise of a new Legendary Holy Knight who could shift the balance of power. The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. Do you understand?"

"That’s for a wooden nail. What if the nail is made of Refined Gold? Can it still be hammered down?" The Lord sneered and slammed his Holy Light Sword on the table. "Anyone who wants to test my mettle is welcome to try. This Lord has been worried about High Cliff Castle being too poor to even keep the pots boiling lately."

Everyone understood the principle of the nail that sticks out getting hammered down, but Levi didn’t care. The source of his confidence was, simply put, his strength.

Thus, he naturally showed off his value without reservation, hoping to gain more benefits from the Holy Light Church’s Saintess.

These words made Fatir see the Baron in a new light. If anyone else had said them, it would have sounded like they were all bark and no bite. But coming from this Baron, there was a strange, ruthless conviction that he would back up his words with action.

Liya, who knew the Lord of High Cliff Castle quite well, was filled with admiration. She knew he wasn’t just all talk.

"Levi, you don’t need to worry too much. This matter is actually very easy to solve." A corner of Fatir’s mouth tilted up as she finally revealed her true objective. "As long as you join the Holy Light Church, someone will take care of all this for you. You won’t have to worry about a thing."

"So, do you have any intention of joining the Holy Light Church?"

"Not at the moment," Levi said, shaking his head.

Admittedly, he was interested in the subsequent advancement methods of the Holy Word Treasure Manual, and he coveted the Divine Magic of the Holy Knights.

But none of that stopped him from waiting for a better offer. After all, you don’t get a good deal by seeming too eager.

Anyone with eyes could see that the Saintess’s attitude toward him had completely changed.

"Try a little harder, and ’no’ can become ’yes.’"

"And if I refuse?"

"Then the rest of the ’Glowing Holy Word Treasure Manual’ will have nothing to do with you, not by a single copper coin’s worth. The Holy Light Church may not care about Tier One being out in the wild, but they maintain absolute control over the subsequent parts, to say nothing of the Divine Magic that only Holy Knights can practice."

Fatir stated this as a simple matter of fact, before continuing with a smile in her voice.

"If you join the Holy Light Church and become a leading figure among the Holy Knights, I could promise you one thing... anything you want~"

"Pfft!"

Levi nearly spat out the tea he had just sipped.

It was hard to imagine that Her Highness Saintess, so incredibly holy, would utter such blatant words. If he wasn’t looking at her, Levi would have thought she was some clumsy Succubus trying to seduce him.

"Besides, the Holy Light Church isn’t as rigid and old-fashioned as you might think," she continued, her voice full of temptation. "We have plenty of beautiful Female Priests. If you become one of the Church’s Holy Knights, you could definitely capture their hearts. You could have an epic romance, the kind Minstrels write songs about."

"I have two conditions." The Lord understood the principle of not pushing one’s luck. He thought for a moment and held up two fingers.

"I see. So, the pretty Female Priests are more attractive than me. How heartbreaking." Fatir’s expression was icy, but the words that came from her cherry-red lips were a real headache.

Levi pretended not to hear. This woman was really a bit too much for him to handle.

Unlike Miriel, who was the repressed type, this one was shamelessly open about it.

"First, I can only join the Holy Light Church in name only. I have my own territory, after all, and I can’t stay in the Church indefinitely. Second, you can’t actively demand that I do things for you. However, if you run into trouble, I won’t be stingy with my help."

He stated his terms, word by word.

If you want the horse to run, you have to feed it. Levi never expected to get the complete Glowing Holy Word Treasure Manual and the Holy Knight’s Divine Magic for free without giving anything in return.

That was why he agreed to help when they were in difficulty.

As for whether this would brand him with the Holy Light Church’s label? Just as Count Andao had said, the moment he started cultivating the "Holy Word Treasure Manual," he had already been branded.

"No problem." Fatir nodded at the speed of light, agreeing readily.

This, in turn, made the Lord feel like he’d just missed out on a hundred million, as if he could have asked for more.

"Then, Your Highness Fatir, is there some kind of initiation ceremony?"

"No need. A verbal agreement to join the Holy Light Church is enough." Although Fatir’s expression remained blank, her tone was clearly much lighter. "Unfortunately, I don’t know the subsequent cultivation methods for the ’Holy Word Treasure Manual.’ You’ll have to make a trip to Gonda after this war is over. However, I do know two Divine Magics for the Firefly Tier, and I can teach them to you now."

"Then please do."

Levi’s purpose was precisely for these two things, so he didn’t stand on ceremony.

...

It wasn’t until late at night that the Lord emerged from the tent, with Liya by his side.

"Whew... Say, is Her Highness the Saintess always like that?" Levi let out a long breath, which formed a white cloud in the icy air.

He didn’t explicitly say "shameless," but Liya obviously knew what he meant.

"Levi, don’t mind it too much. That’s just Fatir’s personality. The more she acts like that, the more she values you. She’s usually only so... unconventional with people she knows well." Liya shook her head helplessly.

It seemed she, too, was exasperated by her friend’s personality.

"Fatir is here to help us in a personal capacity, not on behalf of my aunt’s faction. So she’ll be with you, helping you resolve difficult situations. I’ll have to ask you to take good care of her, Levi."

Liya looked seriously at the handsome Knight before her.

"No problem. Even if I have to die, this Lord will make sure she comes back alive. You don’t have to worry about that." The Lord puffed out his chest and made a bold promise.

"You need to be careful, too. Don’t be a fool and charge ahead by yourself. I know you’re very strong, but you’re not invincible. Our enemy in this war isn’t some ragtag band from the Wilderness. Casters, large siege weapons... either one is enough to be a threat to you."

Liya advised him patiently.

Levi nodded, not refuting her.

Liya was right. He was a classic glass cannon—high attack, low health. He definitely couldn’t take a direct hit from a large Bed Crossbow or High Tier Magic right now.

However, it would also be very difficult for the enemy to hit him. Of course, he still couldn’t be careless. Better safe than sorry, after all. There was no guarantee the enemy wouldn’t have some kind of binding magic.

After spending about two days at the camp in Bailiu City, an army of nearly thirty thousand finally set off southward at dawn, braving the wind and snow.

The troops formed a long dragon, with countless carriages trailing behind them, stretching as far as the eye could see.

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