When the Communist Party met in Elena, Anken Rein's Emperor, Paul Gibson, was standing in the Sanctions Hall on the top floor of the Mage Tower, looking out the window at Roswell. The hall was one of the places where Luke Brewster used to cast forbidden spells, with a full map of the entire Central Continent on the floor, and the surrounding walls covered with portraits and brief biographies of Magisters from the past. With the center of the room as the center, the six stone windows divided into equal parts can see almost all the scenery around the Sanction Mage Tower. And a pyroxene chandelier hanging on the roof is inlaid with 12 top-grade pyroxene spirits of different shapes in a circle. They are quietly glowing with a faint light under the effect of burning gold. When the Mage Tower collapsed, the pyroxene spirits here were looted, but the emperor was stunned to find them all and put them back in their original places, and I don't know if it was for remembrance or remembrance.

"Your Majesty."

Emile Owen, who was standing behind Paul Gibson, saw that the emperor did not speak for a long time, and stepped forward half a step, "Now the ministers are waiting for your decision. Whatever decision you make, we've got your back. ”

"Support me?" Paul Gibson didn't look back, he sneered, letting the summer wind blow through the window lattice and across his cheeks, "If I were to fight against a Grand Magus who could unleash forbidden spells, they would support me too?" ”

"We're confident you'll make a rational decision."

Emil Owen gave a sideways answer, and Paul Gibson understood what he meant and pouted.

"A sane decision? What is a rational decision? Should you listen to that little mud leg and give up the two western provinces, or will you resolutely confront him and defend the unity of the country? Tell me, what do you think you mean by rational decision? ”

"Your Majesty", Emile Owen looked directly at Paul Gibson's back, "in the battle of Elena, we lost more than 60,000 men, and Prince Eliot died—"

"He's not dead, he's just missing!"

Paul Gibson rudely interrupted Emile Owen, "I won't admit he's dead until I see his body!" ”

Emile Owen hesitated and did not insist on this. According to the information from the front, the soldiers near the forbidden curse center were all electrocuted into charcoal, which would be shattered at the touch of their hands, and where could they find the corpses, and where could they tell which piece of coke was Elliot?

Seeing that Emile Owen did not speak, Paul Gibson also quieted down. He looked out the window at Roswell and whispered for a long time.

"Elliot is my favorite child, since Dawn died, I always thought he could be a better monarch than me, but, that damn mud leg......"

"The man closest to the Grand Magister", although he knew that it was rude for him to do so, the Emir knew that he could not allow His Majesty the Emperor to be so depressed. If His Majesty really made an irrational decision, no matter how he or the other ministers responded, the result and the price to be paid would not be as easy as His Majesty the Emperor himself would give up.

"The closest man to the Grand Magister?" Paul Gibson turned his head and looked at Emile Owen, "You guys can really name it." He himself said that he was not an archmage, and the forbidden spell could only be cast once. What if what he said was true? We now have more than 300,000 troops on the border of Enspan Province, if what he says is true, the current Elena is empty, we only need to punch in, we can get his technology, kill him, this deceitful person, and completely eliminate the biggest hidden danger of Ankenriin! ”

"Your Majesty!" , Emile Owen bent down and saluted, "Ankenrein can't take any chances. Now with Charlie Ronin in the east and the Negru Republic waiting for an opportunity in the west, the 300,000 troops we have managed to muster cannot be so easily and worthless to devote ourselves to a confrontation with an enemy who may be the Grand Magus! If, in case, he was a true Grand Magus, or was able to unleash a second forbidden spell, then Ankenrein would have completely lost his last barrier! We are in danger of losing our country! ”

"Dead Country ......"

Paul Gibson repeated the words of Emile Owen with some frustration. Once upon a time, when he found out that Luke Brewster had disappeared and that there was no archmagus in this world, he thought that the future would be his own. However, what he didn't expect was that it was not good for the use of troops on the Western Front, and there were rebellions on the Eastern Front. Finally regained some vitality, and a suspected archmage appeared in the hinterland. At the moment when he received the news that Prince Eliot had died in battle with Elena's forbidden spells, Paul Gibson even felt that the whole world was working against him.

"Your Majesty, we don't know if Gastens' words are true or not, but we don't dare to take any chances. His Elena killed 60,000 of us, but he killed more than 120,000 of the Neglo Republic! Negro wants revenge more than we do! Elena has so many enemies, even if we don't get it, some people will want to do it. If we have to puncture Gastens's smoke bomb to see if he is the Grand Magus, then why do we have to fire the first shot? We're closer to Elena, and even if he's not the Archmagus, and even if the Negru Republic wins the second war with Elena, we'll have time to snatch the technology back from him! So, Your Majesty, there is really no need to take the fate of the whole country and be this dangerous bird! ”

Paul Gibson sighed deeply, walked to the large sofa in the west of the center of the hall, looked at the magic circle engraved on the floor, and fell silent. Emile Owen helped him with a cup of tea and sat diagonally across from him, not saying a word.

Outside the window, there was a faint sound of cicadas, which was the breath of midsummer.

"I didn't expect that at such a high place, you can still hear the cicadas."

Paul Gibson said an irrelevant word and looked at the cup in his hand. Emile Owen paused and nodded.

"Yes, this summer, it's extraordinarily long."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey—"

Paul Gibson burst out laughing. He held the cup, trembling with laughter, but never spilled even a drop of tea. Emile Owen looked at him in silence, waiting for his orders.

"Actually, if you don't say it, I also know that revenge or something is too dangerous now after all. I am the emperor, the emperor has no family, I had so many brothers back then, and few of them got a good death. I should have seen through it a long time ago, but I didn't expect my son to be so invisible. ”

Paul Gibson placed his cup on the ground and looked at Emile Owen.

"Amir, you don't have to worry about me. I am sad and sad, but since Elliot is my son, he should be mentally prepared to die. The only pity I have is that the person who killed him is not an opponent he can fight against at all. This is not a fight, this is a slaughter! ”

The emir stood up and saluted, looked down at the ground, and said nothing.

"Alright, why don't you worry that I'm going mad, that I'm desperate to throw the National Salvation Army into the war against Elena, that I'm going to bury Anken Rein's fate? Elena and Gastens, don't they want two provinces, just give them to them. If he is really a Magister, I can't do anything to take this country, so what about giving him two provinces. If he weren't for the Magister, I'd have to get these two provinces back sooner or later, so there's nothing to be sorry for, isn't it? ”

"Your Majesty is wise!"

The emir let out a long sigh of relief in his heart. His Majesty is His Majesty after all, from beginning to end, even if he looks crazy, he always sees it clearly. It's just that he is still a father after all, and when a father loses his son, he will be more or less emotional.

"Okay, don't be a sycophant, with such a neighbor in the west, it will not be easy to live in the future", Paul Gibson paced in place, "The 300,000 people of the National Salvation Army and the First Army of the Western Theater of Operations, there is no need to fight Elena, leave the 60,000 people of the First Corps to symbolically defend the border, and the rest, all of them are invested in Carangiote, since there is no way to take Elena, and the Negro Republic is blocked by Elena, then we will seize this opportunity to take care of Charlie Ronin, the old bastard." and solve it! ”

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Emile Irving's praise this time was from the heart. Both the cabinet and the military have studied the strategic situation after Gastens unleashed the forbidden spell, and have come to a similar conclusion as His Majesty the Emperor. To be honest, ignoring Paul Gibson, who lost his son, Elena's desperate counterattack actually improved Anken Rein's strategic posture. Now that the Republic of Neglo is held back on the western flank by the two provinces of Elena, it is impossible for them to attack Ankenrein anytime soon. Elena was busy recovering from the war, there were no troops or men, and he had to digest the two provinces for at least two or three years before he could organize the forces for the next large-scale military operation. This made Anken Rein, who was originally fighting from east to west and suffering from the enemy on his back, only have to face Roninger's opponent. The pressure on the strategic level suddenly lessened, and all that remained was to clench your fists and solve the only problem that could be solved.

"Okay, don't talk to them, don't worry, I'm calm. Then, keep the whole country mobilized, concentrate all the resources, and in two months, I will take Ronninger! ”

Emile Owen nodded, turning to leave. Only a lonely old man was left, standing at the intersection of the magic array, looking up at the pyroxene hanging lamp above his head, silent.

At this moment, no one knew what was going on in his heart.

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"Really...... Incomprehensible. ”

In the Mage Tower in Sirama, the capital of the Negro Republic, a white-haired old man sits in a specially made wheelchair and looks at a letter in his hand. The Prime Minister of the Neglo Republic, Andrzej Malakeczyk, stood respectfully beside him, looking at him, awaiting his reply.

"My lord, I have verified this matter through all channels, and it is indeed true. Moreover, the oldest forbidden spell magic sensor in the tower that day also reacted, and it should be true. ”

Shem Sen, the director of the Longsword Mage Tower, stood equally respectfully on the other side of the wheelchair, looking at the white-haired old man. The once sturdy body of Piru Manino, the Grand Magister of the Negro Republic, was rapidly decaying after losing his magical powers, and now he has lost even the strength to stand, and can only sit in a wheelchair, waiting for the last days.

"...... fellow archmagister", Piru Manino's life is running out. He has been living in this world for more than a hundred years, and his life is all supported by magic. After losing his magic power, it is no small miracle that he has been able to hold on until now.

“…… I could feel the fluctuations in the magic, faint but it was indeed the magic of forbidden magic. But why is it the magic of the Scepter Mage's Tower......"

No one can answer Piru Manino's question. They were too far away from the front line, and they didn't understand the things about the Magister, so they naturally couldn't answer the old man's questions. Piru Manino also knows that his questions have no one to answer but himself. He gasped for a moment and gave his own reply.

"You ask me what to do, and I ...... I don't know. Although I still can't use magic, maybe there are one or two lucky people in this world who have found a way to mobilize magic from the laws of the world where magic is silent. That one...... The young man named Gastens, since he said that he could only use it once, it was probably true, after all, it was not so easy to mobilize magic. But...... But if you ask me if he can use magic, I'll ...... I can't answer. My time is running out, and there is still a long time left in this country. It's up to you, not me—to decide what you do next—"

The old man who was talking suddenly fell silent, he kept his original position, and the letter in his hand fell gently to the ground. Shem Sen and Andrzej Malakzik glanced at each other, stepped forward cautiously, and closed the old man's eyes.

"He's gone."

Turning his head, Shem Sen lip-spoke to tell Andrzea about this fact. The democratically elected president of the Negro Republic, whose term is approaching, frowned, looking at the old man who had passed away peacefully, but there was nowhere to talk about the entanglement in his heart. When the war of revenge promoted by the old man and the Workers' Party failed, the initiator had already died, leaving him with the storm after the defeat and the gloom and obscurity of the future. Although he had been President of the Negro Republic for more than five years, Andrzej Malakeczyk had never had the experience of being an enemy of a man who might be a Magister.

The crushing defeat at the Battle of Elena meant a complete defeat in the Glorious War of the Negru Republic. Although they took the Duchy of Rairin, in the face of Elena and Gastens, Malakecik saw no future for the Negru Republic at all. He watched quietly, as the people of the Mage Tower stepped forward to clean up the deceased old man and turned to leave.

And behind him, the Scepter Mage Tower Grand Magister Piru Manino, was covered with a vegan white cloth, and quietly bid farewell to this world of strife.