Boris's body trembled slightly as Teta said this.

"As Earl of Uzland, it is possible to investigate these things—although you did not participate in the original events, what difference did you do later from that of your mother?" said Letta slowly, "an ambitious woman, a woman who poisoned her husband, I think—no one can kill except the people she values most." ”

"She died of illness. Boris said this, but even he felt the sweat on his forehead.

"That's the kind of reason — I don't think you even believe yourself. "The relationship with the Holy See is so good, in addition to the convenience they provided at the beginning, perhaps because of that trivial worry and fear?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Boris stood up suddenly, "My mother has taken care of me since I was a child, I can't be so ......"

"You killed Mr. Dahl Morgan, a colleague, Queen Shirley, and even tried to assassinate the King. Leteta interrupted him again, "Face your heart." ”

"Leteta, you're enough, right?!" Boris almost couldn't sit still, "what the hell do you want to do......"

In a sense, Boris is not at all an opponent of Leteta.

The words that had no confidence were interrupted again and again, and the last time - fainted directly.

Letetta glanced behind him - Boris didn't let anyone else in.

"Come to think of it, I'm not interested in your life. She stood up, not caring if Boris heard the words, and took a crystal ball from her handbag.

Letta let go, and instead of falling to the ground, the crystal ball spun around her, and there was a buzzing sound in the crystal ball, up and down.

She walked up to Boris, who had fainted, and quietly looked at her half-brother for a while.

Then he took a bottle of potion out of his handbag and poured it into his mouth.

After doing this, she turned her head and walked to the window, and something gradually became clear on the spinning crystal ball.

Adez's face gradually emerged inside.

"The matter of Granella's territory has been dealt with. "There's no significant difference in Letta's voice from the moment it came in.

"Oh! a young man like Boris is not fit to be an earl. Adez sighed, "Well, I'll leave it to you over there." ”

Letta nodded.

"Huh. Just as Letta was about to do something else, she suddenly found herself in this room—Boris's study. There appears to be an arrow on the table.

Silver arrows, and a letter.

"This craftsmanship ......," Letetta frowned rarely.

"The craft of breaking down magic? What do those people want to do. Adez recognized the arrow, "Against Eddard?"

"It may be more than that. Letta said slowly, "Except for Eddard, the body is almost magical......"

"Almost magical...... That would be 'recycled' into mana. Adez said.

That's the exact opposite of Fitney.

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"Hannibal!"

Fitnair saw an arrow heading straight for Hannibal—a silvery-white arrow.

Ed heard Fitney's voice and didn't see the arrow, and when he reacted, he turned his head to intercept the arrow, and the golden ball of light rushed out - but was pierced by the arrow!

In other words, the ball of light is "vaporized" in the air.

Ed's face changed slightly.

Click——!

People nervously looked in the direction of Hannibal -

Hannibal gasped for a breath as she was shot in the shoulder, and what was remarkable was that there was a golden, thunderbolt-like light flowing out of her wound so much that it crackled and exploded, illuminating half of Hannibal's face.

Seeing this, Eureka backhanded an arrow shot at the place where the arrow came from - the one who shot the arrow was quickly knocked to the ground.

The point is not on the person who shoots the arrow, but on the arrow.

Fitnair noticed this, and she squinted her eyes and tried to walk forward, but the golden light on Hannibal's shoulder suddenly burst into a dazzling light—she couldn't help but block the light with her hand, but took a step back.

So what the hell......

"The craft of breaking down magic. Ed was right next to the light, knowing that the light was created because Hannibal was being "broken down."

This process is similar to the black gun, but the method is the opposite.

Even if he got closer, he felt that the light was extremely dazzling, and slowly raised his hand.

But......

"Hey. Hannibal clutched her shoulders, and she could feel that she was becoming less and less able to support her body—it was a light that was coming out, but rather that the magic that made up her body was dissipating, and at such a moment, she suddenly said, "Is there anything you can do?"

Alleviate this condition.

Ed shook his head.

Hannibal was silent for a moment, then jerked out the arrow from his shoulder!

"It seems that it was targeted. She sighed, but couldn't stop the process, the light emanating from her was so strong that no one around her could see what was going on, "It's too much......

As before, she couldn't change the "established facts" in front of her, and with a remorseful ending, like a curse, she could never leave her.

It's just ...... A little bit.

It's excessive.

She slowly raised her head and looked at the battlefield—it was much smaller than she had seen before, but the feeling of "being reborn and losing again" made her feel extremely sorry for what she was seeing.

Sighs, frustrations, pain.

Wrath.

"Hey, is there really anyone in this world who can control those magical generals!" Hannibal said in a loud voice.

When she was alive, she tried to destroy the great alliance, albeit for her own country, but in the end it became a war of her own—and it was indeed named after her, even if she lost to her enemies.

From the beginning to the end - maybe even she herself doesn't know for what, justice or just hatred doesn't matter.

For more than ten years, a person, leading an army, constantly fighting.

How could it be that she should stop and repeat the mistakes of the past?

"Yes. Ed said.

"You might win—if you have the right strategy. Hannibal had a smile on his face.

Ed could still see her movements, but he wanted to turn away - he didn't believe in "winning" himself - but he paused as Hannibal reached out to his chest.

Click.

A new pillar of light—until she pulled the golden blood-stained light out of her heart.

"Lonai doesn't know this - her summoners usually disappear normally, but I, as a forced vanisher, keep this thing, ha- to win. ”