Chapter 491: The Crazy Girl of Greyhaven City’s

The Crazy Girl of Greyhaven City’s

This time, Leon did not use the Sky Sovereign Golden Eagle Sacred Agile Scripture.

He had learned his lesson.

Previously, he had taken Selena and Rias with him while traveling at full speed. To Leon, that speed had barely been worth mentioning.

To his two students, however, it had been an entirely different experience.

It had been far too fast.

The moment Leon accelerated, the world around them seemed to disappear.

Mountains vanished in the blink of an eye.

Rivers became thin silver lines before disappearing behind them.

Forests turned into endless streaks of green, while the clouds were torn apart by the force of their movement.

The wind screamed past their ears.

Their hair and robes whipped violently behind them.

Neither Selena nor Rias had even been able to properly understand what was happening.

One moment, they had been standing beside Leon.

The next, everything around them had already been left far behind.

They could barely see the scenery anymore.

There was no time to admire the landscape.

No time to speak.

No time to even breathe comfortably.

Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the journey was over.

With a soft swish, Leon stopped.

Selena and Rias stood beside him in silence.

Both of them looked pale.

For several moments, neither girl said a word.

They were still trying to understand what had just happened.

Even after their feet were firmly back on the ground, their bodies seemed to remember the terrifying speed.

It took them quite some time to recover.

Leon had remembered their expressions clearly.

He had also remembered the way they had looked at him afterward.

It had been a mixture of disbelief, fear, and silent accusation.

At the time, Leon had found it somewhat amusing.

Looking back, however, he realized he had probably pushed them too far.

Apparently, what felt like an ordinary traveling speed to him was something completely different for everyone else.

There really was a limit to how much his two students could endure.

So this time, Leon decided not to torment them again.

He deliberately restrained his speed.

There was no need to rush.

The three of them traveled through the sky at a pace Selena and Rias could comfortably handle.

The journey continued peacefully.

Time passed without incident.

A gentle breeze slipped through their robes as they moved across the open sky.

It was nothing like their previous journey.

There was no violent roar of wind.

No scenery flashing past so quickly that their eyes could barely follow it.

This time, they could actually enjoy the journey.

Soft clouds drifted beneath their feet.

Every now and then, sunlight slipped through the gaps between them, bathing the landscape below in a warm golden glow.

Far beneath them, rivers wound through the land like silver ribbons.

Dense forests stretched toward the horizon.

Occasionally, a mountain rose above the surrounding landscape.

They would approach it.

Then slowly pass over it.

Another mountain would appear in the distance.

And then another.

The scenery changed gradually, almost peacefully.

Selena occasionally glanced downward.

Her long silver-white hair swayed gently in the breeze.

There was no tension in her expression this time.

Rias was much the same.

Her long red hair fluttered behind her as she looked at the distant landscape with curiosity.

The three of them continued forward for half a day.

Leon remained quiet for most of the journey.

He simply guided their path while keeping his speed steady.

There was something strangely peaceful about traveling like this.

No enemies appeared.

No sudden danger interrupted them.

There was only the endless sky and the quiet sound of the wind.

Even Selena and Rias gradually relaxed.

The unpleasant memory of their previous journey slowly faded.

After some time, Leon noticed something in the distance.

His golden eyes narrowed slightly.

A small town had appeared ahead.

It was nestled between several low hills.

From their position in the sky, it looked almost tiny.

A few roads stretched outward from it.

Thin trails of smoke rose from several chimneys.

The faint signs of human activity could already be seen from above.

Leon gradually slowed down.

The wind that had been rushing past them began to fade.

Their robes stopped snapping in the air. Slowly, the fabric settled back against their bodies.

Selena looked ahead.

Rias did the same.

Neither of them needed to ask anything.

They had reached the next stop on their journey.

The three figures descended from the sky.

Their feet touched the road one after another.

For a moment, everything around them was quiet.

Leon took a few steps forward.

Then he noticed something beside the road.

An ancient stone tablet stood half-buried in the dirt.

It looked as though it had been there for centuries.

The surface was covered in cracks. Moss had crept up around its base, while patches of dirt clung to the weathered stone.

The writing carved into it had also suffered.

Some characters were still clear.

Others had been worn almost completely away by years of wind and rain.

Leon stopped.

His purple eyes narrowed slightly as he studied the inscription.

"Greyhaven City?"

The name left his mouth with a faint note of surprise.

For some reason, it made him feel slightly uneasy.

He couldn’t explain why.

There was nothing particularly threatening about the name itself.

Yet something about it felt strange.

Almost ominous.

Selena stepped closer and looked at the tablet.

"Greyhaven City?"

Her voice carried a hint of curiosity.

Rias tilted her head as well.

"Greyhaven..."

She repeated the name quietly, as though trying to remember whether she had heard it before.

Leon didn’t answer.

Instead, his gaze moved past the old stone tablet.

He looked toward the city ahead.

At first glance, Greyhaven didn’t look particularly dangerous.

Its walls were old and worn.

Several sections had clearly been damaged at some point.

Some buildings inside the city looked even worse.

A few wooden structures had collapsed entirely.

Others had been repaired in a hurry.

Pieces of timber had been fitted beside rough stones, creating walls that looked uneven and fragile.

Nothing about the place suggested prosperity.

There was no lively atmosphere.

No loud merchants calling out to passing customers.

No children running through the streets.

Even from this distance, Leon could feel something was wrong.

The city was too quiet.

The streets were covered in dust.

People moved through them with lowered heads and tired expressions.

Most wore old, worn-out clothes.

Some looked as though they hadn’t had a proper meal in days.

Leon remained silent as he watched.

Then he noticed the refugees.

There were quite a few of them.

Some had gathered along the roadside.

They sat quietly with their backs against broken walls or damaged buildings.

Their faces were dull with exhaustion.

These weren’t people who had simply fallen on hard times.

They looked like people who had been running from one disaster after another.

A young man sat with his knees pulled against his chest.

His clothes were little more than patched fabric.

Beside him was an old woman staring blankly at the road.

Neither of them spoke.

They simply sat there.

Waiting.

For what, Leon couldn’t tell.

Further ahead, several people carried baskets and bundles.

They moved from one street to another.

Some stopped to ask for work.

Others searched through stalls for cheap food.

Nobody seemed to have enough.

The entire city had the feeling of a place that had been forgotten.

Leon slowly frowned.

His eyes continued moving through the streets.

Then he saw her.

A woman sat beneath the remains of a broken wooden roof.

One side of the structure had collapsed, leaving only a narrow patch of shade.

She sat there quietly.

A sleeping child rested against her chest.

The woman’s arms were wrapped tightly around the little one.

Almost protectively.

Her clothes were thin and dirty.

Her hair was messy.

There were dark circles beneath her eyes.

She looked exhausted.

But she wasn’t sleeping.

She simply stared ahead.

As if she had become too tired to even wonder what tomorrow would bring.

Leon said nothing.

Neither did Selena.

Rias had also fallen silent.

The three of them stood at the edge of Greyhaven City.

For a moment, none of them seemed interested in moving forward.

The old stone tablet remained behind them.

The broken city waited ahead.

And somehow, that simple name carved into the ancient stone no longer felt harmless.

Greyhaven City.

It felt like a place carrying a story.

A story written into ruined buildings, tired faces, and people who had nowhere else to go.

An old man slowly pushed a small wooden cart down the street. It was filled with scraps of wood, most of them uneven and broken.

Nobody seemed to have much.

Even the things people owned looked as though they had been used far beyond their proper lifetime.

The atmosphere was strangely heavy.

Leon noticed it almost immediately.

His relaxed expression slowly faded.

He looked around again.

The cracked walls.

The patched roofs.

The worn clothes.

The exhausted faces.

Everything pointed toward the same conclusion.

This place had suffered.

Perhaps badly.

Leon narrowed his eyes slightly.

He still didn’t know what had happened to Greyhaven City.

There was no one here explaining its history.

No grand monument.

No warning carved into a wall.

Yet he didn’t need one.

The evidence was everywhere.

This town had once been more prosperous.

He could feel it just by looking at what remained.

The streets were wide enough for a larger population.

Some of the buildings had foundations far too sturdy for the poor structures standing on them now.

There were old stone shops with faded signs.

Broken lamps lined parts of the road.

Even the marketplace seemed strangely oversized for the number of people using it.

Something had happened here.

Something had broken the city.

And whatever it was had left its mark.

Leon continued walking.

His footsteps remained steady against the dusty road.

He didn’t ask anyone about it.

Not yet.

There was no need to force answers before he understood the place.

Then—

"Run!"

A sharp voice suddenly cut through the street.

Leon stopped.

His eyebrows lifted slightly.

The quiet atmosphere shattered in an instant.

"Don’t run! See if I don’t beat you to tears today!"

The angry shout echoed between the buildings.

A moment later, several young men came rushing around the corner.

They looked terrified.

Not injured.

Not even particularly exhausted.

Just terrified.

Their faces were pale as they pushed through the crowd.

One nearly crashed into a woman carrying a basket.

"Sorry!"

He didn’t even stop.

Another stumbled over his own feet.

He caught himself against a wall before immediately continuing.

"Move!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Run!"

The pedestrians stared at them in confusion.

Some stepped aside.

Others simply watched.

It was almost as if this wasn’t the first time they had witnessed something like this.

Leon noticed that.

Then one of the fleeing men looked over his shoulder.

His expression became even more desperate.

"Run! That crazy woman is here again!"

The moment he shouted those words, the others scattered.

One disappeared into a narrow alley.

Another ducked behind a roadside stall.

A third glanced around wildly before climbing over a low stone wall.

He didn’t even check where he was going.

Leon raised an eyebrow.

Crazy woman?

That was certainly an interesting description.

His gaze shifted toward the source of the commotion.

Heavy footsteps were approaching.

Fast.

Very fast.

Then a figure appeared at the end of the street.

A young woman came charging after them.

She wore rough, patched clothing.

At first glance, she looked around twenty.

Her blonde hair was a complete mess.

Several strands had fallen across her face, whipping around with every movement.

Dust covered her cheeks.

Her clothes had clearly been repaired more times than anyone could count.

There were patches sewn over older patches.

Some of those patches were already beginning to come loose.

The original color of the fabric had long since faded.

It looked like she had been wearing the same clothes through years of hardship.

Yet Leon’s attention wasn’t drawn to her clothing.

It was her eyes.

Blue.

Clear.

Remarkably clean.

They were like water untouched by mud.

There was no cunning hiding behind them.

No calculated malice.

No fear, either.

Only stubbornness.

And quite a lot of it.

Her expression was fierce as she chased after the fleeing men.

"Stop!"

The woman shouted.

None of them stopped.

"Don’t make me catch you!"

That only made them run faster.

Leon almost smiled.

Almost.

At first glance, she looked less like a cultivator and more like a wandering survivor who had somehow managed to stay alive through sheer stubbornness.

But then Leon watched her move.

His expression changed.

There was something wrong with that first impression.

She wasn’t weak.

Not even close.

Her footsteps were light despite the uneven ground.

Her body moved naturally.

There was strength hidden beneath those worn clothes.

More importantly, there was control.

She wasn’t simply running.

Every step was deliberate.

Every shift of her body was balanced.

Even when she jumped over a broken section of road, her landing was clean.

Leon quietly watched her.

Interesting.

This woman was hiding something.

And judging from the terrified expressions of the young men running for their lives—

Greyhaven City was probably about to become a little more interesting.

Far from it.

Her body was lean and athletic, shaped by years of surviving without proper food or formal training.

Her waist was narrow.

Her legs were strong.

Her shoulders carried the subtle definition of someone who had spent years running, climbing, fighting, and surviving.

There was no bulky muscle on her body.

Instead, her strength was compact and natural.

Every movement was efficient.

There was no wasted motion.

Even the way she planted her feet revealed that her body had been tempered through countless struggles.

And beneath the dirt and rough appearance was a face that, if properly cleaned and cared for, would be strikingly beautiful.

She simply had never had anyone around to teach her how to take care of herself.

Her appearance had been shaped by survival rather than vanity.

She didn’t seem to care how she looked.

She only cared about staying alive.

"Stop!"

She shouted as she chased the fleeing young men.

Her voice echoed down the street.

"Do you think you can run after provoking me?"

One of the men glanced backward.

"You’re the one who started it!"

"I started it?"

She immediately became even more annoyed.

Her eyebrows rose.

Her hands clenched.

"You stole my food!"

"It wasn’t yours!"

"You took it from the old lady’s stall after she gave it to me!"

"You didn’t pay for it!"