It is well known that in the early days of the history of wizarding, which is still traced to this day, war was almost the main tone. Not to mention that all kinds of magical creatures have caused wars, and even between wizards and wizards, there has never been a lack of open and secret battles.

The exact age in which the siblings Baal and Astarus lived is now unverifiable, and even Maca has no way of knowing this.

However, in one of the ancient books, there is indeed a mention of a wizarding war that happened to take place in that story.

"Astalu...... And Baal, immediately follow your teacher to Valkihar Fort and ask for refuge from the Vaal Lord, understand? Protect your mom along the way, and wait for dad there honestly! ”

No matter how high-sounding the reasons for going to war, war is always cruel. Baal and Astare's father was a local lord, but it was only because of this that he knew that he and his realm might be destroyed by the enemy in this war.

Perhaps in the eyes of his subjects, his lord had knights, archers, and even three great wizards. But he knew very well in his heart that even if the strength of his territory was doubled, it would not be possible to have the slightest chance of winning.

Therefore, even if many people don't know, in fact, he can barely be considered a wizard himself, but he still prefers to let the wizard who is teaching his children evacuate with his family first.

In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to retreat with him, it's just that he can't abandon his territory and subjects, nor can he let the enemy chase after him.

There was no way, when the scouts on patrol found out about the enemy, the distance between the two sides was too close to each other - so close that he didn't dare to leave this place in the slightest, for fear that the other side's cavalry would bypass him and catch up directly with his wife and children.

"Daddy!" "Father!"

Astaroth and Baal shouted almost in unison, only to see that their father only shook his head gently, slowly but firmly.

"Obedient," said their father solemnly, "children, you are all grown up, and you should know when to do something. "Go ahead...... Right away! Right now!

In those days, wizards were surprisingly powerful. But no matter how strong Astaraus's magical talent is, it is impossible to use it without years of study.

Unlike the spells of modern wizards, the difficulty of getting started with magic at that time was far from being easily overcome by a "genius". Therefore, in ancient times, wizards tended to be older and higher, with few exceptions.

After all, the siblings of Astaru and Baal sensibly took their mother out of the land where they had grown up, and set off in a carriage to live under the fence.

The lords of Valkyharborgs accepted them unsurprisingly—not because of their father's friendship with the lord, of course, but because of the reason why the Vallords would agree to keep them in their realm was because of Asttarus and the teacher of Baal.

That's right, in those days, any wizard who was willing to stay in the territory was precious. Compared to being able to add a powerful wizard to your territory, what can you eat with a few more mouths?

However, just a few days later, the bad news came.

No one in Valkihar Fort was surprised that the homeland of Baal and Asttarus had been destroyed, for there was a balance in the hearts of all those in the know, and their father was destined to be the one who was lifted high.

When the terrible news reached the siblings, they and their mother hugged each other, leaving tears of grief.

They don't even know exactly how their father died, or by whose hands.

"Be strong, and time will heal the pain."

This sentence is indeed very reasonable, and I don't know if anyone at that time comforted the brother and sister who were immersed in grief like this. It's a pity that even if someone is willing to say this, God doesn't leave them enough time to slowly wash away the scars in their hearts.

Just the day after the news of his death, the scout team of Fort Valkyhar brought back another even more terrible news - the amazingly strong enemy legion had chosen to continue further and would soon arrive at Fort Valkyha!

Do you want to run away again? No, behind them was a large open plain, and even if they ran now, they would be caught up sooner or later.

Knowing that there must be no escape, Astalu had a conversation with her teacher. No one knew what the two were talking about, not even her brother Baal.

And that very night, Astaru disappeared from everyone's sight.

“…… Sarah, is this what you want to show me? ”

It was that night that Maca stood on the hillside on the outskirts of Valkiha Fort and glanced back behind her. In fact, long before the last scene switch, he had already sensed Sarah's mental will.

Before he finished speaking, in the middle of the clearing, a petite figure gradually became clear from blur as if the environment had changed at first.

"Maybe, maybe not...... Who knows? ”

Sarah pursed her lips, turned her head to look ahead, and said reluctantly.

Her heart at the moment is far from being as calm as she can see on the surface, because she didn't intend to interpret this story so "accurately" in the first place. If it weren't for Maka's soul being so heavy that it was difficult for her to balance, she would have dragged Maca into this story completely at this time, and tossed him in various ways.

It's a pity that now she can only let the story in her heart develop step by step, but she can't even interrupt it, she can only wait for this spiritually constructed world to come to an end and return to the pure white nothingness.

This kind of being controlled by people is not comfortable at all!

When Maca heard this, she couldn't help but chuckle and shook her head. The depression hidden in this little girl's tone, he couldn't hear it. But having said that, this kind of cold means of dragging people into the spiritual world is really not to be underestimated.

Fortunately, this little girl from the Hohenheim family is not the kind of person with malicious intentions. Otherwise, the harm she can cause by this method will really not be small.

"The power of alchemy is truly amazing...... I am looking forward to the legacy that Nicol Lemay will leave to this world! Maca looked into the distance and sighed, "Sarah, are you interested in participating in the next international alchemy competition?" ”

"Not interested!"

Behind Maca, the little girl gave him a sneaky look, and then immediately turned her face to the side.

"What about Hogwarts? I've heard you're going to Beauxbatons to study, but I'd suggest you come to Hogwarts," Maka said casually, "and you'll make a lot of good friends here?" ”

"Don't!" This time, Sarah didn't even turn her head to look at him, and gave a straightforward answer.

Maca shrugged her shoulders and nodded indifferently.

"Well, Beauxbatons, at least there are more girls than here. I know Madame Maxim quite well, and I can make her ...... more when I look back."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly, and the words in his mouth were interrupted. It was a long time before he suddenly turned around, a rare look of surprise on his face.

"How do you know that?"

He asked, reaching out and pointing to the spot he had just been looking at. Sarah, however, did not answer his question this time, and just stared at Maca's face for a moment, and then quickly looked away again.

The direction that Maca is pointing in is actually a horse road. This is the same path that Baal and Asta took when they fled to Valkihaburg, and they will reach the land that raised them.

Of course, at this moment, this road has become a road to hell. What awaits us is not the homeland and memories, but the mighty enemy army and the home that has long been in ruins.

But at this moment, there was a young girl standing on the road. She was born pretty, with fair skin and blond hair fluttering, and a hint of resolute brilliance appeared on her face under the exceptionally bright moonlight of the night.

The girl's name is "Asttar Road".

Marka, of course, remembered that he had read in the books that Astaru had used a special magic to protect most of the people of Valkiharburg, including her family. And in order to be able to do this, she paid the price of her own life.

This is a rather vulgar and beautiful story, which is used to lull children to sleep just right. But even so, the book never specifically describes what kind of "special magic" it is.

However, at that moment, Maca saw the unusually real scene - the girl was lit up with crystal spots of light all over her body in the moonlight, and the fine spots of light swirled lightly around her body, falling to the ground little by little.

Every time a speck of light melts into the earth, a sapling breaks through the ground and grows at a very fast rate. And as the number of light spots increased, the girl's figure became more and more hazy, as if she had turned into those thousands of light spots and spread them out freely.

Just as most of Valkiha Castle was submerged in the entire sea of trees, the girl's figure finally disappeared completely, and there was no trace of it. And at that moment, countless colorful flowers suddenly bloomed in the sea of trees, and little fairies the size of a baby's fist were born.

After that, it was the little fairies who stopped the invading enemy army and protected the entire Valkiha Castle. But such a miraculous result is not the end of the story.

Of course, more curious than the ending that she had known for a long time, where did Sarah know about this magic?