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"Magic can heal everything, but it doesn't come without a price." Feeling the look of surprise in her eyes, Letta said as she explained - suddenly, she thought of something, looked up and asked, "Is Ed still alive?" ”

Fitney was slightly stunned, not knowing why Letta would ask that.

"Ah, it seems you don't know yet." A hint of strangeness flashed in Letta's eyes, "But it looks like he's still alive." ”

With that, she stood up, moved her wrist, and walked outside.

"That's ...... What's going on? Fitney finally asked his doubts.

"His ability to control magic is very abnormal." Letta paused, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said, "In particular, his constitution is weak—and at the same time, there is a price to be paid for using magic to repair himself. Can it hold up until now...... No wonder it's the man's son. ”

Fitney was silent for a while, then said, "The person you are talking about...... Is it Elu? Vion? ”

"It's her." "She was once known as the most brilliant magician, but she was also called 'holy' because of her 'benevolence,' because of her love for everything in the world beyond the ordinary, and she was an extremely powerful, surprising and even terrifying woman." ”

"Then why...... There would be a ...... like Eddard," Elliott was a little surprised.

People know very well what kind of person Ed is, moody, strong and weak.

"When she died, Ed was very young." This is Letta's explanation.

"Elou Vion, what did you die for?" Fitnair paused—sensing her pause, and Lightta turned her head to look at her, her red eyes flashing with emotion between helplessness and understanding.

"Because of the ruling." Letta turned her head, her gaze falling on the steps up, and even she would show a sad mood because of this, "Elu? Vion was the first to discover the place, and she destroyed an entire parish for it. ”

"And then? Could it be that Willnton admitted to this? Fitney said subconsciously.

"I knew you were going to come to my rescue, even though I never told you these things. You're someone I think has a special sensitivity to these things. Letta turned her head to look at Fatney again—her sudden comment made Fitney stunned, "So I'm sure you've guessed that Willonton, who has always stood in opposition to the Holy See, is not a completely 'righteous' being, or even an emotionless collective. In my case, there are many personal actions that Willundon is not responsible for, even though I am theoretically a magician affiliated with Willunton. And, in fact, Willnton has always considered himself a bystander, and forbids anything that upsets this balance, Ellu? Vion's actions are described as deliberately upsetting the balance, so she is deprived of the ability to use magic by Willundon for the rest of her life. ”

"Well, she was ...... by the Holy See because she lost the ability to use magic," Fitney said softly.

"She was burned to death. It's in Heintown. ”

Leita was calm when he said this, as he walked through the prison.

The three of them left the place, not speaking again all the way.

"Speaking of which...... I just saw it...... Ed, as if to say to the Pope...... "When he returned to the church, Elliott broke the peace.

Fitney frowned: "It's just him and ...... Pope? ”

Elliott nodded, "I can't be mistaken. ”

"I'm ......" Fitney was silent for a moment, and then, as if thinking of something, he suddenly rushed out, leaving only a very soft voice, "what a ...... Don't worry about it......"

Elliott watched in amazement as Fitney rushed out, trying to catch up, only to find Lightta snap his fingers and a little spark being dumped into the prison.

"You ......"

"Those people are hopeless." Letta looked down and watched as the spark ignited the flower of Barlow, which then turned into a raging fire, "If that's what you're asking......"

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Ed was standing in the largest room of the church—he looked at the Pope sitting in the high seat, his blue eyes like an ocean, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

No one seemed to have guessed what he was thinking.

"The Holy See will be victorious and will sow happiness throughout the earth." He handed the Pope the golden cup in his hand, which contained a reddish liquid—and his voice was calm, as if calmly stating a fact.

The Pope took the liquid and drank it down as Ed watched it himself.

"That's right...... The glory of Elletia ......" said the Pope, and suddenly, he felt that something was wrong, and his eyes widened, "This is ......"

"Babelon." Ed remained calm, "It's similar to the Flower of Barlow, isn't it." ”

"...... you?!" The Pope didn't seem to expect Ed to do such a thing at this time - his body began to tremble, he couldn't hold the cup in his hand, the gold cup fell to the ground, knocking out a crisp sound, the bruises on his face stood out, and white foam poured out of his mouth, unable to speak.

Ed watched him silently until the Pope's body fell to one side.

Applause rang out at the same time, breaking the deathly silence.

"That's a pretty simple way," said the man who walked in through the door, the man who had killed the Duke of Wizdem in the first place, and applauded as he looked at the scene of what was happening, "I thought that Ed Vion would not solve these things in such a crude way. ”

"I'd love to." Ed said without being salty.

"But you've ruined what you've put so much effort into - but I appreciate people like you. Now that the enemy has been settled, why don't you think about it and re-examine your position? ”

"Tell me about it, since you think I'll consider it."

"I know your purpose is not only that, the hatred that extends to avenge your mother—I don't think it ......"

"As you think."

"Well, that's exactly what I'm aiming for. It was a coincidence—Sassoon's movements were so slow, and I had been unhappy with him for a long time. A smile appeared on the man's face, "I think that you, with that kind of power, can easily solve those obstacles with me." ”

"What if not?"

"I don't think they'll forgive the Pope's murderer, right?" The man snapped his fingers, and the assembled knights poured in from outside the door—they looked at Ed with no emotion in their eyes, as if a red mist had filled their eyes.

Seeing this, Ed turned his head to face them: "You're the one who has a rough plan, right-then, I refuse." ”