"Coman has found her." Vanessa said sadly, "When we arrived, Coman cast a forbidden spell on her, and took her with her. Anyone who dares to rescue Ilia will be forbidden by Koman's magic - who can defeat him without magic. Then the princess held her head high, "Fortunately, we defeated Coman's male pet Phoenix at sea, and he was in a hurry to save Phoenix, which gave me a chance to take advantage of it and retake Crescent City." ”

"Do you just watch Corman take Illya back to Winterfell and do nothing?" Brant wriggled his hands and feet, "Let go of me and let me save her!" ”

"She's my sister!" Vanessa yelled angrily, "How could I leave her alone? But for now, I'll have to let Koman take her away, because once Koman's magic ban is gone, she will never do us any less damage than the enemy! ”

"Coman is not a patient babysitter," Brandt sneered, "he will get bored one day, and Ilia will not be dead by then!" She won't keep you informed of where Corman will go, and you'll just sit here and think about mitigating the damage, how did you do it, this sister? ”

"That's why I'm going to take Crescent City with all my might! With half of the Midsummer Nation in my hands, I am qualified to negotiate with Koman. The princess's face flushed with argument, and even her eyes were a little red, "Before he starts to get bored with Ilia, he will definitely come back to negotiate with me, and when the time comes, you will accompany me and get close to Koman while relieving Ilia of the magic she has placed on you." ”

"On what basis do you conclude that Coman will come back to negotiate with you? Leaning on that face of yours? Brandt scoffed, "If you become a man, there's some possibility—I heard that he only men, and you'll probably need a magic doctor to get his favor." ”

"I'm not mad at you, Brant, you're not yourself now." Vanessa turned her head to prevent Brandt from seeing her sad expression, "Anyway, I'm sure Coman will come back, and I'm not going to let my sister fall into the wrong hands." With that, the princess stood up and walked out the door.

"Good luck then," Brandt rattled as he rattled the ropes of his hands and feet, "You gadgets can't trap me, I'm going to save Illya by my own means!" We'll see! ”

Vanessa turned out the door, leaning against the wall and crumbling, Reina, who had been guarding outside, stepped forward and helped the princess. Vanessa smiled wryly and said, "Sometimes I want to punch him in the face. ”

"I can do it for you." Reina said expressionlessly.

This amused the princess, and she put her hand in Reina's hand and let the archer help her to the Half Moon Hall, "How is Phoenix's body handled?" I don't want to be led by the nose by Koeman, I hope Victor will hold out until he debunks us. ”

"I'm afraid it's going to be difficult," Reina shook his head, "Koeman has approached you with a Soul Control Charm before, he's an expert at it, and no magic can get close to Koeman, so we can only hope that he will negotiate early." ”

"Looks like we're going to have to push Koeman." Vanessa frowned slightly, "After Coman leaves Winterfell, who will be in charge of the city?" ”

"It is said to be a middle-aged man named Ivan," Reina replied, "without a surname and without a family title." We only know so much, or we know it from the mouth of the soldiers, and we don't know whether it's true or false. ”

"Ivan?" The name reminded Vanessa of the former ruler of the Land of Midsummer, the Cursed Ivan who had been exterminated by House Delin. "What's his relationship with Koeman?"

"The soldiers said that Coman treated him like a father and brother."

The princess suddenly remembered that Coman had said to herself through the mouth of Sansilo: We are brother and sister! Vanessa's pupils contracted suddenly, could it be that this Ivan is Koeman's father, that is, my father?

The idea was so ridiculous that Vanessa shook her hair to shake off the ridiculous thought. Coman is a madman, how can his words be taken seriously?

Vanessa waved away the shadow and continued to study government affairs with Reina, "I want a magician in the city, preferably with a thousand miles of sound magic. ”

"I'll arrange it right away." Reina led the princess around a corner, and in front of him was the Half Moon Hall, and he gently squeezed the princess's hand, "Eat more." With that, he pushed open the door of the hall and retired as if nothing had happened.

Vanessa's heart warmed, and a hint of blush crept up her cheeks.

The princess turned around and walked into the Half Moon Hall, which is the highest place in Crescent City, and it is said that at the beginning of the month and at the end of the month, standing on the balcony of the Half Moon Hall, you can reach out and touch the moon in the sky. It was probably the quietest place in Crescent City, with no stables, no hounds barking, no knights practising, and even the footsteps of the guards patrolling the halls seemed distant and ethereal, the only thing she could clearly distinguish was the whimper and sigh of the cold wind sweeping through the spires.

Rainbow light slanted through the lead-encrusted glass windows of the large dome, and countless dusts danced in the beams. Incense filled the air, and the candles in front of the moonlit altar shone like sparks.

Vanessa has spent the past three days in this half-moon hall since entering the city. The delicate Windsor rug sleeps six people, and is laid out on oak bedposts with brown velvet curtains and carved vine leaves, and positioned at just the right angle to wake up at the first rays of daylight.

Loneliness and coldness are the motto of the king.

Vanessa finally felt a deep chill from the pinnacle of power.

The princess's hand stroked over a stack of dossiers, on which was once the handwriting of the previous lord of the city, Polly, that noble and beautiful woman, who was famous for her wisdom and died for her kindness, and what will happen to me?

While thinking about it, Reina had already brought in the magicians from the school. Unlike what the princess imagined, the magician was usually a hunched old man, but this magician was tall and straight, full of vitality, and in the prime of life; Secondly, his face was not as kind as she had imagined, he had a large, square head, keen and shrewd eyes, a nose covered with red lines, and a short beard on the top of his head and thick chin, although he had shaved his hair. He wasn't like a magician who could call the wind and rain, but like a thug who could break someone's joints at any moment.

"Your Highness, this is the information magician Chakun." Reyna introduced.

"Your Royal Highness, I am willing to serve you." Chakun bowed slightly, with no expression on his face.

"Your magic can transmit messages over long distances?" Vanessa owes from her chair as a gift in return.

"Yes, Your Highness." Chakun pulled something out of his belt, startling Reina and nearly shooting. Vanessa couldn't help but be stunned when she saw that what he had taken out was a half-arc wire, which was shining brightly and had a half-foot-long handle at the end, like a scimitar of the Sand Riders, but when the magician showed it all, she realized that the curved part was divided into two halves, which together became a circle.

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