Lightning and Maisie slowly descend on the roof of the Witch Building.

After closing the door of the staircase, the howling cold wind subsided a lot, and only a few wisps of shhhing shhhhh

"Whew, my hair is soaking wet," the pigeon shook off the snowflakes that were sticking to its body and transformed into a human form again. Her wings swelled to the sides, eventually turning into her bare white hair. It looked and felt very soft, but the girl's hair was not blown into a mess by the wind, but wrapped around her like a jacket, like a ball of cotton.

However, due to the snow soaking, her hair looked a little dull and lost its initial volume.

"Well, you should go take a shower first, so as not to catch a cold. Lightning took off her windshield and glanced out the door—the climate of the Demon Moon was so unpredictable, and the light snow had only fallen just a few days ago, but now it was a mixture of wind and snow, and the sky and the earth were full of palm-sized snow flakes, and the recovery training had to be temporarily suspended.

"Won't you wash with me?" said Maisie, surprised.

"Didn't Your Majesty say that the wound should be kept as dry as possible and not touching the water source?" said Lightning, shrugging, "so I just wipe it with hot water, and this coat won't let the snow water in anyway." ”

"I see!" she brushed away the bangs stuck in front of her face, grinning and revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "Then help you wipe it after I finish washing, Ash used to praise me for rubbing my back very comfortably, and I don't need a towel!"

"Uh...... How did that rub it?"

"Like this," she said, grabbing two strands of her long hair and making a circular gesture.

"I refuse. Lightning rolled his eyes, "If it's a towel, I'll think about it - you should go anyway." ”

"Oh!"

When Maisie ran to the castle with the bathtub on her head, Lightning turned around and walked into the bedroom alone.

Closing the door, she leaned against the panel and held out her right hand.

Until now, her fingertips were still shaking uncontrollably, as if they were out of her control.

She couldn't help but smile wryly.

As long as she closed her eyes, the devil always had a picture of her, and after these days of recovery, fear did not leave her, but took root in her heart—the first time lightning had encountered such a situation.

Whether it was facing His Majesty Roland or the companions of the expedition group, she tried her best to pretend to be relaxed with "this little injury is not a big deal", and if she only discussed the injury, even the nightingale could not detect her abnormality. But in fact, only she knows how bad her situation really is.

Letting Maisie go to the shower alone is also afraid that the other party will see this—to see how vulnerable this self-proclaimed explorer is!

The lightning slid a little and sat down on the ground and buried his head in his lap.

Although Phyllis reassures her that the enemy most likely possesses abilities similar to the Mind Dread, which can be used to inflict fear through their gaze, she knows that this is no excuse. Witches are inherently highly resistant to mental influences, let alone after all this time. Maisie was also in the other party's sphere of influence at the time, but her performance was too much better than herself.

It's okay if you're just scared.

It's not the first time she's been scared.

Fear stems from the unknown, and unless one can know everything, there is no way to avoid fear.

The key is after the fear.

In the past, such emotions didn't bother her for long, but they provoked her to fight - she had always thought that nothing could really intimidate her.

This time, however, Lightning found that there was only emptiness left in his heart.

Not to mention the struggle, I don't even want to think about the scene at that time.

Today's recovery training had been hovering east of Neverwinter, not a single step beyond the walls, not because of her ability or her body, but because she had developed a fear of the bottomless snowfield—the ground beneath her feet seemed to turn into a thousand cliffs, and the edge of the sky was like a rift that engulfed everything. Just looking into the distance, she could feel the tremor from the bottom of her heart.

She was not defeated by the devil's magic, but was shocked by the evil and power of the other party, like encountering the prey of a predator, and this fear was more serious than the effect of the magic, and even hindered her flight.

Lightning hugged his knees tightly.

What an expedition leader, she's just a coward!

What would Thunder do if she was still by her side? For him, who had crossed countless dangerous seas, there must be a way to deal with such a situation, right?

"Father's ......"

She couldn't help but mutter.

"What should I do?"

Southern section of the Hidden Forest, Forest Zero Site.

It is also the starting station of the Wild Railway Line.

With the development of the steam locomotive, Neverwinter's development of forests will be greatly improved - everything from timber to grain, and even the coal mines near the snow-capped mountains are included in the new route plan. By the coming year, this vast fertile forest sea, which was once inhabited and full of wild animals, will become a real treasure trove.

But now, the railroad is still built for one purpose.

That's war.

The area around the station has been cordoned off by the First Army, awaiting the testing of new weapons by His Majesty.

Naturally, the Iron Axe is one of them.

He still remembered the time when he followed His Majesty to participate in the black powder test four years ago, when he was just an insignificant hunter and regarded gunpowder as a fire of heavenly punishment. The earth-shattering roar seemed to open a door for him that he had never seen before, and it was from that day that his fate changed dramatically.

Now, as the commander of the First Army of the Gray Castle, Iron Axe naturally will not passively participate in the experiment as before. He already knew what he was going to face today—in fact, it wasn't really a "new" weapon, and its two main parts, the artillery and the train, had already been shown in front of everyone, and it was certainly impossible to talk about freshness. Because of this, he thought that he was able to put away his surprise and spend the test in a calmer mood.

That's how it should be.

After all, he is an important minister of His Majesty Roland, and he should be calm and calm at all times, even if his back is to the heavens and the earth, he must smile, just like His Majesty himself......

However, as the whistle blew, and the new weapon slowly drove out of the garage, the Iron Axe realized that he was wrong.

The train is no longer what it was when it first saw it—it is surrounded by pitch-black steel plates, revealing only the half-cut wheels below, and its square and angular silhouette gives a strong sense of oppression when viewed from the front, in stark contrast to the surrounding snow.

It is by no means good.

Just take a look at it and you'll understand it.

His Majesty often said that machines were a wonderful thing, and he had never understood them very well, but when he saw the white mist spraying from the roof and between the wheels, brushing over the neatly riveted armor surface, the iron axe suddenly understood the meaning of this sentence.

The steel giant ship is equally shocking, but it is a little less infectious than the train in front of you.

Because it's not just a machine.

It's a weapon full of murderous intent!