Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam

The voices beyond the darkness seemed to be discussing him.

"You guys, you guys are too much, he is the Round Table Knight I admire most in the Holy Hall!"

"I've already criticized the wind element."

Another voice was reflecting, "I didn't expect it to actually enjoy hitting people."

Palansi opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

He immediately looked cautiously to one side and met the concerned gaze from the other side.

"Lord Palansi, are you okay?"

Behind her were two people who had been on that mechanical creation earlier, and the Lindong Witch had a look of confusion, "Is he really Palansi?"

She had also heard many legends about Palansi, this man was born in a war-torn era and ended the chaos with Henry I. He is the most powerful Saint in the history of the Empire.

The Lindong Witch expressed her doubt, "But I hadn't even had a chance to make a move before he was knocked flying."

"He's getting old!"

Ethan hurriedly tugged on Lindong's arm, signaling her not to further provoke the nerves of this old man.

They were now suspects in a traffic accident, and the one they hit was a founding hero. Just the thought of the potential crime made Ethan's scalp go numb.

He successfully unearthed another side of the Wind Elemental Elf. The bad news was that the wind elements were actually keen on causing traffic accidents.

Moreover, according to the other person's account, Palansi was several hundred years old. The fact that this old gentleman was not suffering from multiple shattered fractures fully confirmed his title as the "strongest in history" of the Empire.

"Mr. Palansi, your mount has received timely treatment and can be discharged after a few days of rest. Don't worry, Miss Keroy and Aelium will take good care of it. They are both magical creatures and should have many common topics to discuss."

Palansi was still somewhat dazed.

But the young man's demeanor, despite this being their first meeting, was so appropriate that it involuntarily put one's mind at ease.

He understood the situation from the snippets of conversation.

It wasn't even a formal encounter; it was purely a traffic accident.

The Lindong Witch hadn't even had time to unleash her domain magic before he was knocked away by the wind element.

Where did this wind element come from?

How did he not know wind elements could hit so hard before?

Palansi clenched his fist.

In reality, he wasn't old at all. The "descent" and his appearance made him return to his peak state. Coupled with the Round Table Knight Armor and the Holy Sword, it was not an exaggeration to say he was in excellent condition.

Even worse, the wind element hadn't ambushed him; it had straightforwardly knocked him away after they were both ready.

Realizing this, Palansi's vision turned dark.

What on earth had happened in the Empire over these hundred years?

Seeing Palansi not speaking for a while, the person on the other side became nervous and said, "Lord Palansi, are you feeling unwell somewhere? I'll call a doctor to give you a comprehensive check-up right away! Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My title in the Holy Hall is the Other Shore, I'm the current Knight Commander of the Empire, and I've always wanted to become an excellent and powerful knight like you since childhood!"

"No, I'm fine."

Palansi quickly stopped the Other Shore.

He was in a perfectly normal state now, except for the dizzy feeling in his head, with no obvious aftereffects.

It's just that the cold reality was a bit hard for him to accept at the moment.

His mind was racing, unwilling to accept the fact that he'd been defeated so easily.

He bore the title of the strongest knight of the Empire, and just as the Other Shore said, he was an idol for countless young knights.

The other person's tone and eyes filled with admiration made Palansi feel even more uneasy; he didn't want this knight who idolized him to see his fantasies shattered.

Palansi's gaze swept over the Holy Sword resting on the bedside table, with the armor unique to the Round Table Knight also hung up neatly.

"...Lord Palansi?"

"Yes, I'm old."

Following Ethan's excuse, Palansi put on a feeble appearance.

He decided to hypnotize himself.

He was too old.

This form was completely unsuitable.

The Holy Sword was no longer easy to wield.

The armor had been stored for too long and had rusted.

Palansi lowered his head and sighed, "In the end, one can't escape time after all."