Stella, who had just recently joined the training, noticed something very peculiar.

At first, she didn't really mind it. But as the days passed, her suspicion grew certain.

'He doesn't want to be around me,' Stella thought. 'Did I offend him?'

The young lady noticed that Thirteen would just leave her some instructions, after which he'd leave her to train with the members of the Hero Party or the monsters who were tasked to help them train.

Although she didn't mind this approach, she still found it bizarre.

Of course, she wasn't the only one who was getting this treatment.

Roland of the Hero Party was getting the same treatment as her, but his situation was not as bad as hers.

At least, Thirteen would point out Roland's mistakes.

As for her, the teenage boy would only write her mistakes on a piece of paper and have Sherry or Erica give it to her.

In short, Thirteen didn't want to interact with her unless he had no choice but to do so.

After pondering for a while, Stella thought that the teenage boy was treating her like this because Maple and Cinnamon annoyed him.

But she immediately scratched this idea.

Seeing how attached her two gluttonous sisters were to him, Stella believed that Zion Leventis was a good person.

Her sisters had always been accurate judges of characters. It was for this reason that they were allowed to move the Multiverse unhindered.

The two adorable girls stayed away from bad people and would only visit places they deemed safe.

Granted, there were no places in the multiverse that posed much trouble to them.

After all, if Maple and Cinnamon were both to be pushed into a corner, it was highly possible that they would devour entire cities and mountains. There was nothing that they wouldn't dare to eat!

'Then what's the problem?' Stella frowned.

Since the teenage boy's interactions with her sisters were good, that meant that she was being avoided for a different reason.

But no matter how much Stella thought about it, she simply couldn't think of the reason why.

"I got you now!" Derek shouted as he unleashed a slash at the teenage girl, who seemed to be pre-occupied by something.

However, Stella didn't even need to look in his direction to make a move, casually stepping to the side and using her bow to deflect the swordsman's blow.

Her hand then moved to pull the string of her bow, creating a magical arrow in the blink of an eye.

Before Derek could even regain his balance, he was blasted away by Stella's power shot, making him cry out in pain before crashing to the ground like a kite that had lost its strings.

"Are you dead?" Thirteen, who happened to finish his training with Sherry, walked toward the fallen swordsman and poked his body with a two-meter stick.

"Master, why did you pair me up with this tigress?" Derek complained as he propped himself up from the ground.

"Why else?" Thirteen asked in confusion. "I paired the two of you together, so you can get beaten up to a pulp of course."

"Master, you're terrible!"

"Terrible? Aren't you even ashamed of yourself? You're fighting an archer who's only twenty meters away from you, and you can't even land a blow. Tell me, are you stupid, or are you stupid?"

Derek wanted to refute his Master's words, but his rebuttal died in his throat.

He knew that if he really complained, Thirteen would just make his training harsher, which was something that he didn't want to happen!

"Look, I'll say it in a way that even you will be able to understand," Thirteen said in a serious tone. "You're going to fight in the Dragon and Phoenix Tournament with the identity of my disciple. If you lose to nobodies, that means that I'm going to lose face.

"When that happens, I will disown you and kick you out of your discipleship. If you still can't understand, then just go back home. I don't want to waste my time on you."

After getting nagged at by his Master, the Swordsman felt his cheeks burn out of shame and embarrassment.

In the end, he once again stood up and glared at Stella as if she was the source of all his problems.

The young lady arched an eyebrow and decided to beat the crap out of Derek.

Although she didn't want Zion Leventis to do some pep-talk with her, she still felt a bit envious because she could tell that the teenage boy was really concerned about her opponent.

This only fanned her determination and battle intent.

Thirteen, who noticed the changes in Stella's attitude, gave her a casual glance before patting Derek's shoulder.

A few moments later, he walked away and approached the Saintess, intending to give her some tips about her training.

Stella watched him go with a cold gaze.

She didn't even bother to look at Derek, who had now taken a fighting stance to attack her.

"Oi, let's start!" Derek shouted. "I don't want to hear your complaints later after I beat you."

The young lady, who was looking at Zion's retreating back, forcefully shifted her attention to her opponent.

"Come," Stella said in a taunting tone. "The result will remain the same."

"Hmph! My Master just gave me some advice on how to defeat you," Derek replied proudly. "I'm not going to lose to a nobody!"

Five minutes later…

Derek lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

Both of his hands were holding his bum because Stella had decided to target that one place and one place only.

As a sharpshooter, her aims were true and devastating.

Derek, who was feeling extremely confident a while ago, felt as if he had lost his breath the moment Stella's arrow hit the bullseye.

But it didn't end there.

Stella fired three more arrows, all hitting the same spot, which made Derek feel as if he was dying.

In the end, in order to save himself, he laid on the ground, and held his bum, twitching like a cockroach that was on the throes of death.

After this battle, Derek understood that there was always a heaven beyond the heavens, and he no longer dared to fight Stella a second time.