Overpowered Wizard-Chapter 316: B3: C106: Ambassador Bianca Fails

She sipped again and hummed. The bubbling dark liquid swirled over her tongue with a tantalizing blend of earthy freshness and the slight tarty tang of poison.

She sipped a third time, humming louder with delight, her wondrous focus taking apart the poison’s origins. She could smell the patch of berries the poison had come from in a flower garden behind the duke and duchess’s home. Based on the taste and smell alone, it was a high grade of epic quality poison!

Bianca raised her hand to her mouth and giggled, her eyes flashing with glee. The duke smiled forcefully. The duchess smiled with more practiced ease. And their children and servants tensed up.

Bianca didn’t blame them for feeling concerned. Using their stock of epic poison must’ve been expensive for the poor dears.

It didn’t smell like they had many in their garden, so it must’ve been reserved for special occasions. Wasn’t it considerate of them to use their best on her?

Even if it was only epic…

Though Bianca wouldn’t say that aloud. She wouldn’t want her hosts to feel poorly that they couldn’t spare legendary poison for her.

It was also rude to use an identifying trait in a social setting. While Bianca didn’t have one, her Wonder stat practically told her everything she needed to know, almost like identifying directly.

Bianca figured they would accuse her of identifying the poisoned tea they’d gifted her if she mentioned it. That would make her a bad guest. And being a bad guest went against her mission to be a cute and friendly ambassador who wanted to usher in the benefits of joining the Ride-or-Die Empire and the freedom alignment.

So, Bianca gave the tea a nine-out-of-ten in her head, only docking one point because it wasn’t made out of love.

How sad.

She nearly teared up over that.

She held back her precious tears and delved deep into herself. Into the serenity of her existence. Into the marvel of her evolving power. Into her oceans of self-love and greater love for her friends.

She dove into her inner spirit that seemed to have no end no matter how far she went into her meditations, as if she had her own inner dimension where all things were possible. Where all things could be joyful, wonderful, beautiful, and truly good if she cultivated it enough!

Her radiance flashed a little, but not too brightly to avoid harm to her hosts. It was only enough for her free good +10 to boost her vitality.

She turned the poison into something medicinal that was great for her belly health – keeping a skinny waist while having the appetite of a Master Ranker required some consideration, y’know?

Bianca took another sip and enjoyed the afterglow of her tasty and epic medicine.

“Delicious!” she cheered.

Duke Havmor’s smile didn’t reach his eyes, the corners crinkling. Duchess Hala’s smile was brighter and more suitable, but her elongated ears were slightly lower than they should’ve been if she was truly happy.

Bianca kept smiling at them in return while noticing everyone’s reactions even when they tried to hide their reactions. There was no hiding much from her.

Every gesture.

Every twitch.

Every breath.

Even the subtle tone in their voices or the way they swallowed wetly or dryly. Nothing escaped Bianca’s notice. Not with the way their hearts twitched off-beat in reaction to all of her own actions. Not even with how their bodies warmed up in patches from growing distress the longer she remained perfectly dandy and alive in front of them.

Everything about them, even their surface thoughts, became easily viewable to Bianca. And the Radiant Queen was doing her best not to be too aware of everything. But it was hard.

Bianca’s profile built around her 1991 Wonder was too overpowered.

Still, she tried to be considerate!

She finished the tea before setting it down on its brown and silver embroidered tray. She folded her hands demurely on the table in front of her and waited on her hosts with a more subdued but welcoming smile.

Heart racing slightly, the duke’s eyes twitched down to the tea cup and back to Bianca’s face, his smile turning more wooden. The duchess waited for a beat, her heart rate steadying with effort, then she spoke a split second before the stretch of silence teetered into an awkward faux pas.

“Dear Human Bianca Garcia, you are truly a curious example of your race. It pleases me that you’ve finished the tea so quickly. My ancestral recipe has ensured that all guests I’ve found most curious were well taken care of once they had their first sip. Many have wanted to know of such a recipe, but it remains an ancestral secret for a reason.”

Uh, oh! The duchess was jabbing and probing at her. The backhanded statements didn’t go over Bianca’s head whatsoever.

“No need to call me human, Duchess Hala. Grandmother Ruvaria is family to me, so I’m almost half elf now!” Bianca pressed her hand to her chest gently and sashayed alone on her side of the tea table.

The duke clenched his jaw. The young son squinted hatefully. The daughter let out a throaty squawk. The servants shifted aggressively as they readjusted the poisoned knives they had hidden up their sleeves or inside the pockets on the sides of their dresses.

Duchess Hala tapped her nail on the table three times while making it seem like a casual tick. The elder elf woman smiled brilliantly even when her heart was racing with anger. The atmosphere became tense with the creepy slave-energy that came from traditional good.

“Well, Dear Bianca,” Duchess Hala said, “the tea has been served as per tradition. Now I must know what brings you to the Promised Continent when no human, Outsider or otherwise, has crossed the oceans to see us in … well … thousands of years.”

Bianca gasped. “But I’ve heard you had humans before! Like … like that big bully … the one who tried to attack Zarian last year. The one who was a Champion Ranker!”

Duke Havmor spoke with a tone that dipped with displeasure that he couldn’t iron out. “The summoned regressor was an Outsider who arrived and ascended from the Promised Continent. The quality of Outsiders here is of much higher stock compared to what you find in the orc-cursed lands of the Walled Continent.”

Bianca let out a tee-hee with an extra sharp squeak at the end. “Orcs and curses aren’t a problem in the Walled Continent any more, silly! Zarian killed the last orc monster, and then he wiped away Grimrock forever, almost like making a new parking lot. We even have mining stuff going on over there. Lots of new shiny fun things in the caverns and rubble. And it’s easier to get to the Stone Sea River and eastern kingdoms, too.”

“Yes, of course … the Dark Emperor endangered the world by nearly letting Sinfeast take his power. Then he endangered the world again with the Dark Quarrel of Mountains and Moons before deciding to shake the world with his tantrum,” Duke Havmor growled. “Now he sends you to threaten our people and our way of life.”

Duchess Hala kept her nearly perfect smile as all of their servants caressed the blades hidden in their clothing. Even the children had hidden blades, though Bianca was pretty sure the elf children were far older than human children. They were probably much older than Bianca.

Dimming her radiance, Bianca frowned. “I’m not here to threaten! I’m here to be friends. You’re the people of my adopted grandmother, and she’s already feeling happier being a part of our growing empire. Once you all join the freedom alignment, you’ll see it’s better, too. Then you can all be happier under the Ride-or-Die Empire!”

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Bianca’s smile returned, but she kept her radiance dialed down for now, since things were tense.

“Curses upon curses,” Duke Havmor grunted. “We know of your freedom alignment. We know of its trickery and how it has poisoned the heart and mind of our empress, our Chosen One! We denounce this obvious evil charade of yours and wish for you to leave our continent and our people alone!”

“We are happy while under the grace and protection of what is truly good,” Duchess Hala said lightly. “And how can you tell us to turn our back on the good alignment when our patron is Good Goddess Purehome?”

Bianca slowly nodded. She knew how Good Goddess Purehome was Ruvaria’s grandmother and was a very important figure of the good alignment. Bianca also knew that the elves were under orders from Purehome to do something about Ruvaria – which could lead to them trying to kill their own empress.

Bianca didn’t know how long until they enacted that plan, but she felt a small time crunch that made her uncomfortable. It was a heartbreaking scenario, and Bianca wanted to do all she could to amend the familial rift and lead the elf empire into being freed from the icky slave energy that had them wrapped all up.

How could Bianca turn her back on the elves when Zarian hadn’t turned his back on her when she was wrapped up by that awful slave energy two years ago?

The only problem was that Bianca had no idea how to convince the elves to change sides. Not with her brains, at least.

So she trusted her feelings.

Bianca smiled sincerely. “Well, I’m here now, and you have a really pretty duchy. It reminds me of the French countryside with all of your vineyards. I never got to see France – which is sad – but I feel like I can get a nice version of that here. I’ve already tasted some of your elven wine, and Abuela Ruvaria told me some of her favorites came from here.”

Bianca turned toward the open window overlooking a cliff where the shimmering purple ocean waters washed against the shore and the cliff face. “And it’s so pretty and magical and lovely here! The Promised Continent is really everything I thought it would be, and I can’t wait to explore it. I really don’t mean you any harm, and I’m sure if you give me enough time to get to know you as you get to know me, we can work things out. Just give me a chance, please?”

All the tension lessened, and everyone took a moment to think.

Bianca let her heart come out and get worn on her sleeve. She radiated only a little of her power to let her frank and open sincerity enter the air.

She didn’t enforce her charm upon them. She merely invited them to accept her charm and perhaps open up a little more to new possibilities, to a potential new friend, and to the feeling that there was more to life than being enslaved by the icky, yucky, bad slave energy from the old alignments.

There was a moment where Duke Havmor began to think about it. There was a moment where all the servants loosened their grip on their knives and the children seemed more curious about Bianca. There was a moment where the potential for genuine friendship could overcome mistrust, indoctrination, and toxic traditions.

Then Duchess Hala leaned into her good +4 and sent a subtle pulse to everyone else.

The duchess crushed the thoughts of her husband. She strangled the curiosity of her children. She shackled the necks of her servants and reminded them that any lack found in their servitude would come with the promised sting of the lash.

It wasn’t obvious, of course, because the duchess was highly skilled and experienced, so her use of good +4 was invisible to most everyone. But they all felt it. Then, all at once, the entire room became chilly, prickly, and hostile.

They all smiled at Bianca as if they would rather bite her bloody than accept her offer of friendship.

“Why don’t you take a closer look out the window, Dear Human Bianca Garcia?” The duchess waved her on.

Bianca let a single tear roll down her cheek. She sniffed softly. “Yes, let me take a closer look. Such a gorgeous view deserved all the attention it could get.”

Bianca neatly stood from her kneeling position and made all the elves tense further. She towered over them easily. She’d always been tall for a girl. Back when she was young, she hated being so tall, but now she accepted all of herself, from the tip of her toes to the crown of her head.

She found beauty in herself and her vision of the world from her height, even if others couldn’t feel what she felt. That was okay. She felt extra for them without letting that drag her down.

Every step toward the open window was a light and conscious act, sometimes to the point of wiggling her toes to feel the epic quality in the leaf-woven floor. Then she was in front of the window.

An ocean wind blew through, carrying the purple salt spray and the warm breeze of Early Summer. Magical birds squawked and cried. Fish with shimmering scales splashed up from the surface.

Looking down and to the right, she saw how the cliff lowered into a sandy beach where elves enjoyed their day as the twin suns lowered and turned the skies purple and orange. Everything was so vibrant and alive, filled with rich and thick aura, more so here than the Walled Continent.

She could see why the elves thought of the old continent as orc-cursed and foul. But Bianca found the Walled Continent marvelous in its own ways, and she had plenty of room in her heart to miss her friends and all that was happening there with their expanding empire.

“I wanted to be a good ambassador. I even read books about it in Reiki’s library,” Bianca said out toward the window. “But as much as my friends encouraged me, I’m not really the smartest. I think the others would do better at this than me. Hannah’s super smart. Gilbert has that … y’know … common sense. And Zarian’s gifted in so many ways that he amazes me a lot. He’s so awesome, and he has the bestest friend in Para, who’s super duper awesome. It’s kinda surprising that he thinks of me as a friend even though I’m kinda lame and super sensitive all the time.”

Bianca sighed. “So, yeah, I’m sorry I’m not the ambassador you deserve. Instead, you got a failed ambassador.”

Bianca slowly turned around and faced the others. “But I can make for a decent Sword Saintess.”

The beautiful tea room was torn apart. The tea table and tea set were laying in diced pieces. The ceiling fell after getting cut down, exposing the upper floor. The walls looked like they were a few cuts from collapsing and bringing down the surrounding foundations.

Rubble, dust, wood shavings, stone shards, and flower petals covered the dismantled room.

Standing across from Bianca, sixteen adorably short elves gaped at her, their eyes wide, their hands shaking around their poisoned knives.

Between the scared elves and Bianca was a gathering of swords made from light and darkness. The light swords floated in the air, bobbing up and down, some making circular sweeps, while others pointed at the elves. The dark swords remained sheathed into pools of darkness on the floor, small and unused.

Zarian wasn’t here to take advantage of Bianca’s new skill.

<Sword Field of Light and Dark (Level 5): Summon a wide spread field of swords, both light and dark. The swords will attack and defend based on your intentions and how you or your allies use light and dark powers. Scales with Agility, Wonder, and Mysticism.>

Bianca had crossed the monster-infested oceans because of this skill, mainly. She had attacked nothing personally in months, granting the Sword Field of Light and Dark plenty of practice time.

So, here in the duchy of Duke Havmor and Duchess Hala, Bianca’s sword field covered her side of the tea room, half the tree-castle, most of the cliff below her, and stretched into the ocean for hundreds of feet. By the time Bianca finished talking, her sword field had blocked and parried 3,365 melee and magic strikes.

She hadn’t kept count mentally. It was her Wonder stat that kept her informed. It was also her Wonder stat that helped her determine if she should stay defensive or finally go on the attack.

Because if she went on the attack, the duke, the duchess, and perhaps their entire duchy would easily get eradicated. All because of one dangerous and scary trait she’d gained recently.

<Zero Queen Sword Style (Mythical): You can win without cutting, without fighting, with zero sword steps. Thus, you’re granted +100% to Willpower, Wonder, Mysticism, and alignment recovery when you don’t attack with a sword. But if you do attack, you won’t stop until there are zero threats. During that time, you are granted +125% to Willpower, Strength, Agility, Wonder, and alignment power. Once you stop, the cycle will renew after a brief rest.>

A hundred foot sword made of pure light hovered down into view from outside of the window. The giant blade loomed from behind Bianca as she studied the elves coldly.

The friendliness was gone. The ambassador was no more. The threat of death was real, and that was well within Bianca’s right after getting attacked and disrespected so thoroughly.

Nobody should suffer that, especially her, not after all the work she’d done to develop her own sense of freedom and goodness, her own self-worth despite all that she’d lacked.

Where she didn’t lack was her power as a mythical Radiant Queen of Florida and Cuba, of friendship and magic. Thus, her free good +10 unfolded eagerly regardless of what she decided.

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Duchess Hala screamed in rebellion. “We rebuke your evilness, you wicked she-devil! You won’t take what’s ours! I have the power of Purehome on my side!”

Duchess Hala threw all of her good +4 power forward. She commanded her family and her servants to force the issue. Their poisoned knives glowed with a sour violet magic as some of them dashed forward or shot purple bolts from the end of their blades.

Even the entire castle shone with enchantments that enhanced the poisoned strikes of the duchess and her people, which seemed to be their most powerful tactic.

Bianca stood still as her free good +10 reached forward and crushed the duchess’s traditional good +4 like pressing a ripe berry under her heel. Her sword field handled their attacks effortlessly, swatting back every melee strike and dashing away every poisoned bolt.

Then Bianca turned her attention to the enchantments and breached them with her free good +10, her aura, and her trait, Aura Devastation.

<Aura Devastation (Legendary): You can do more than suppress. You can devastate the aura channels of those weaker or more vulnerable. This can leave long-lasting effects that make it difficult to use skills or magic outside of traits for a long period. This also grants +150% to Wonder.>

She dismantled channels that helped power the enchantments and turned the entire tree castle non-magical. All the elves became even weaker, even more at the mercy of Bianca’s influence, and that wasn’t even necessary. Bianca was still holding back. After all, she had to get the last word.

“Freedom comes with consequences,” Bianca said slowly. “It has to be protected and fought for. It needs us to be strong when it’s threatened. And it can only be accepted. I can’t force you to be free. But I can defend my freedom to live. I can punish you for attacking that freedom.”

Bianca sauntered forward with a dominant model walk she’d practiced countless times before. “And your punishment is to either choose freedom or serve your new queen. You may kneel now.”

They tried to resist.

They really tried.

But the servants broke first and prostrated themselves around Bianca. Then the children. Then the duke, who let out a whimper as he fell to his knees. Last, the duchess remained on her feet, using every bit of her good +4 to fend against Bianca’s free good +10.

It was pointless.

Because there was Bianca’s free good +10 and her multiple traits that made her too overpowered for the duke and duchess, especially another of her newest ones.

<Aura Ascendancy (Legendary): Your aura power is ascendant, touching on something worthy of being close to divine. You can strike for more damage with less or push your aura with greater celestial weight. This also grants +150% to Wonder.>

Free good +10, her 1991 Wonder, and her powerful buffs went so well together it was almost unfair. So unfair, Bianca was barely trying, barely wasting much aura even though her abilities were normally costly.

She used pure energy to force Duchess Hala into the floor of her own demolished tea room and make the elf woman kowtow.

“Good girl,” Bianca said coolly. “As you may know, your queen has suffered a long journey to reach your little home. The dozen of you who are the best of servants can go tell the people they are now under Queen Bianca’s reign and serve the Ride-or-Die Empire. I will gladly help them change alignments so they can truly be free when they’re ready. As for the four of you … come along and show me where I may rest. You can serve me tea and those delicious elvish bread you so rudely kept to yourselves.”

“How is this freedom? This is plain evil!” Duchess Hala complained while her face was pressed to the floor in front of Bianca’s pretty toes.

Bianca smirked. “You’re still alive, which is a greater mercy than you deserve, and you have the honor of being freed by me at your choosing. Until then, you must be punished for being an enemy of freedom. It’s really that simple.”

With a light squeeze of free good +10 and aura, Bianca punished the rude duchess, forcing an awkward squawk and whimper out of the elf woman. Then, with another flick of authoritative energy, Bianca’s new servants stood and ran to do as they were told.

Queen Bianca allowed herself to be treated as she should, despite her failure as an ambassador.

Oh, well, she was pretty decent at being a queen these days. And Ruvaria had given her blessing for Bianca to do as she saw fit.

Would Zarian be proud? And how was he doing in that tournament of his? She couldn’t wait to see him and the others again after she finished spreading freedom to the elves.

It’s going to take a while. I have a whole continent that needs to be freed! And she was all by herself.

But first … Bianca wanted delicious elf treats and a beauty nap.