The Lord Who Levels Up by Devouring - LLD Chapter 77: The Saint of the Allied Forces (1) (Part 1)

Adrian Whitewolf.

Isolde first learned of Adrian through rumors about “monster meat.”

The genes of madness embedded in monsters.

But even her divine power couldn’t purify them.

After all, monsters were chaotic beings who defied divine order—creatures that inherently resisted holy power, the very strength of the gods.

Even mages—scholars of the world’s truth—had acknowledged this as a proven thesis.

It wasn’t for nothing that this problem was listed among “Arcanis’s 23 Grand Impossibilities.”
And more precisely, it had been ruled as impossible to resolve.

Thus, suspicions about Adrian had begun to surface, quietly.

What if one of the members of the Dark Merchant Group had taken over Adrian’s body?

His recent, dramatic shift in behavior only deepened those suspicions.

Still, there hadn’t been enough to make a definitive judgment—until now.

Adrian had appeared in Baoless, the No-Go Zone.

Not only that, he had made contact with the Gray Mask of the black market, and was even seen conversing in secret with its leadership—

That was all Isolde needed to confirm her doubts.

Adrian… was not Adrian.

The real Adrian Whitewolf was dead.

The one inhabiting that body now was a member of the Dark Merchant Group.

That meant the monster meat distribution was part of their plot too.

A plan to spread the rumor across the continent, plunge people into madness, and throw the land into chaos.

He had to be killed—without question.

But Adrian was a noble of the Battenberg Kingdom.
A high-ranking noble at that—a Count, closely tied to the Monarch himself.

Even if the body was now controlled by the Dark Merchant Group, proving that wouldn’t be easy.

And if Adrian were to die, the Battenberg Kingdom would never let it slide.

They would launch a full-scale investigation, and during that process, Isolde’s involvement could be uncovered.

Isolde was a princess of the Holy Kingdom.

This could spark a serious diplomatic crisis.

Unless… it happened in Baoless.

Baoless was a free city, beyond the reach of the Kingdom’s governance.
Even adventurers avoided this No-Go Zone.

A lawless city where people died every day—and no one paid attention.

A place where even the bare minimum of law and order had collapsed.

The four heroes who followed Hero Ian.

Among the allied forces’ strongest assets, Isolde was the woman known as the Saint.

From within the swirling dust haze—

Isolde slowly revealed herself.

Her legs emerged first, clad in lightweight greaves that reached her ankles.

Her slim waist was wrapped with a supple leather belt, and her slender forearms were bound tightly with bracers that didn’t hinder movement.

Her hands wore lightweight gauntlets.

She was dressed in practical, white-and-silver armor—balanced and efficient.

Covering her face was a mask shaped like a white stag.

Her platinum-blonde hair was tied high behind the mask, but the strands still shimmered with a smooth luster, catching the eye.

Her face was hidden… but unmistakable.

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Name: Isolde Cordelia
Class: Mammalia – Human-type
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Traits: [Perfect Muscle Control][A], [Omni Vessel][M]

The floating character window made one thing clear:

The figure behind the mask was, without a doubt, Isolde.

“You… why are you here—?”

That was as far as I got.

Isolde lowered her stance and lunged at me.

Tap!

The sound came a beat late. Her leg was already swinging at me like a whip.

I reflexively crossed my arms to block—

And just like that, she retracted her leg and slammed the ground, launching herself upward like a spring.

Midair, she twisted her waist again, changing her posture—

Wham!

She brought her leg down toward my head in a powerful axe kick.

It was one smooth, flowing motion.
The whole thing didn’t even take a second.

But my extremely high Agility stat let me react even faster.

I kicked off the ground—

BOOM!

The spot where I’d just stood exploded. Dirt and debris shot into the air, chunks of stone embedding themselves in the alleyway walls like shrapnel.

A second slower—

My head would’ve popped like a melon. No, it definitely would have.

In short, Isolde was trying to kill me.

Without a doubt.

…But why?

There was no time to ponder. Isolde rushed in again.

Even with my sky-high Agility, I could barely keep up.

She had exploited that one moment of hesitation perfectly.

There was no avoiding this.

◆ Combination Skill [Dragon’s Skin][U] has been activated! ◆

The system message appeared just as—

BOOOOM!

A massive tremor shook my entire body.

I swear I’m not exaggerating—

It felt like getting hit by an Ogre.

“Urgh—!”

Thanks to [Dragon’s Skin][U], which reduced incoming damage by 90%, I managed to endure it.

Had I taken it head-on?

My body would’ve been pulverized.

And honestly…

It’s absurd that I survived at all.

But this was Isolde—one of the Allied Forces’ heroes.

If it was her, then yeah… it made sense.

◆ [Perfect Muscle Control][A] ◆
Upon acquiring this skill, you gain the ability to control muscle fibers down to the finest level.
This allows for highly precise movement, granting a [+6,550%] bonus to basic flexibility and balance.
Additionally, by optimizing all muscle movements, basic Strength receives a [+4,350%] correction, and basic Vitality a [+5,400%] correction.

A completely broken ability.

And one that I desperately wanted.

You could tell just by the rating.

It was a tier higher than Kai’s [Muscle Memory][A-].

To put it simply, this was on par with a Dragon’s physical genetics—[A] rank.

Meaning Isolde’s body control talents were comparable to a Dragon’s.

Of course, Dragons had plenty of other talents besides just physical prowess, so this alone didn’t make her equal.

Still, in terms of body control alone—Isolde could go toe-to-toe with a Dragon.

Figures.

So that’s how she was able to perform such terrifying martial techniques.

Even Ian had a hard time with her.

In other words—

She’s still a damn monster…!

Then and now, Isolde was a monster.

And that monster—

Was clearly trying to kill me.

Which meant…

She must’ve misunderstood something—badly.

And in this situation, the kind of misunderstanding Isolde was likely having—

“If you think I’m a member of the Dark Merchant Group—!”

Boom!

…There’s no reasoning with her.

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