“······ I'm O'Nevael, and this is Aunt Brigitte, and we're from the royal city······"

“······ It was a treasure I had acquired from an adventure while traveling around the continent before I met Miss······ Rather than keeping it as a souvenir, it seems more appropriate to give it to Miss Onevale, who is both my swordsmanship disciple and the object of my protection, you know, when people get old, they always want to find a legacy for their lives. ”

“······ It's okay, it's not the first time, and with Aunt Brigitte protecting me, there won't be a problem. ”

“······ Fortunately, I didn't know about it all along, but it was Aunt Brigitte who came back from a trip that I only knew. ”

“······ Head northwest into the border of the Parliamentary State, which is the fastest way out of the mountains. ”

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There were a few words in his mind that he had when he was together, but it was only at this moment that many of the questions he had ignored had been answered.

Why didn't Onesselle, a runaway princess, go somewhere else, but be here when the situation was at its most tense?

Why are the people of the Temple of Death able to accurately grasp the movements of their group?

Why is the pursuit of the people of the Temple of Death along the way more like a chase than a chase?

I see······

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Brigitte casually pushed away Onevale's weak body, the magic sword was drawn, dripping blood, and the delicate and delicate body that gradually lost its temperature was ruthlessly pushed down by her, and fell into the belated arms of Latis.

The blood flowed endlessly, and the shocking dark red infected the dress, and also made the originally dazzling blonde hair dull and muddy, poignant and heart-wrenching, and also made Latis feel deeply powerless - the heart was pierced, and the transcendental warrior might not die, but Onivale's life was no longer something that the current Laceis could recover.

“······ For··· What ······"

Onivael's eyes were distracted, looking at this elder who had been doting on her and accompanying her childhood, pictures flashed in her mind, those pictures were so beautiful, so warm, it was precisely because of this that she couldn't believe it at the last moment······

Without waiting for the other party's answer, the girl slowly closed her eyes.

"Temple of Death?"

Half-crouching and hugging Onivale's corpse, Latisse's tone was flat and cold, heartache? It shouldn't be enough, it's just a stupid girl who doesn't know what to call it, but what's the matter with that full of anger?

It's not accurate, but you can understand it. ”

Brigitte looked at him indifferently, as if she was in no hurry to make a move to deal with the little boy who had interfered with their plans so many times.

"You arranged all this?"

"That's right, but you're an accident, we've just adjusted the plan for your appearance, solved your accident, and let this girl die at the hands of the enemy army as planned······ I didn't expect that something went wrong in the end, and I thought that the lineup just now would be able to win your ······· The good thing is that the results are all the same. ”

The lady answered all his questions very graciously, in a gesture of pity—she was indeed qualified, and Latisse, who had lost her puppet and had almost exhausted her means, was no different from an ant to her, who no longer needed to hide.

What a failure.

Radis smiled miserably and looked up at her, wanting to ask them what they were for, but finally changed his words: "What are you doing this for?"

Brigitte thought for a moment before answering, "Yes, why? It should be hatred and ideals. ”

"Huh······ Really, ······."

Villains with more scenes probably can't escape these two······ There's nothing new about it.

"Why? Do you feel angry? For this stupid girl? As far as I've observed these days, you shouldn't be such an emotional person, to be honest, you will fall into this situation because of her, if she obediently dies alone according to my plan, you won't be implicated, do you know what I mean? Your death was already doomed when you met her, so you don't have to be sad and angry for her, you are the one to blame. ”

For her words, Latis pursed his lips disdainfully: "It seems to make some sense, but ······ Sounds disgusting. ”

Brigitte stopped talking, because there was no need at all, and the magic sword in her hand moved slightly, and she couldn't see her movements clearly, but the sword had already pierced Latisse's chest.

The sword was supposed to pierce Radis's heart, but to her deception, it wasn't—Radis's body became illusory, and the blade passed through his chest without hindrance, as if it had pierced directly into the air.

"Spatial transfer, can it also be started in this environment?"

This was indeed a loophole that she didn't expect, because even transcendent mages wouldn't use spatial magic in this cracked and fragile space, and even if they could, they wouldn't dare to use it, because that would be basically tantamount to death.

Of course, she didn't know that Radith's teleportation was passively forced, but she was surprised that she wasn't helpless about it.

"It's useless. ”

As soon as the magic sword turned, the strange power confused the operation of time, Brigitte slashed out with a sword again, a trace of blood splashed into a line, a surprised expression appeared on Radis's face, and the body finally disappeared, and after that, a series of secondary collapses occurred in the nearby space, which is estimated to be a phenomenon caused by Radis's teleportation, a very dangerous phenomenon.

Probably even Ratis didn't expect that this instantaneous teleportation would be magnified by the power of the magic sword, thus giving the other party a chance to kill and injure himself.

"Not dead?"

Brigitte frowned and looked at the magic sword in her hand, according to her budget, this killer sword should cut off the opponent's head······

However, the crumbling space made her dare not hesitate, grabbing Onivale's body like a rag, carefully avoiding danger, and quickly departed in a leap.

After a few moments of waiting in her place, two dark goo masses seeped out of the ground at her feet, twisted several times and turned into two humanoids, two familiar faces with a very miserable appearance—the complicity of the Temple of Death and the demon cavalry leader of Ovental.

They seem to be the only two pursuers who have survived the forbidden spell just now.

The demonic executioner remained silent, only bowed respectfully to Brigitte, while the weak-faced demon cavalry commander respectfully shouted, "Your Highness the Princess." ”

Brigitte nodded and asked him, "There was such a big accident, is there anything wrong with you?"

"It should be, maybe the loss of a main force will make our plan more effective, but it's a pity, it's a good chess piece······"

"As long as the plan goes smoothly, this loss will be replenished. ”

"You say a lot, after all, it's the war we've been waiting for······ Your Highness, I have to grieve you next. ”

Brigitte nodded indifferently: "It's been hidden for more than ten years, there's nothing to be wronged about, everything is just for the empire." ”

"Yes, all for the Empire. So, are you ready to go back now or ······"

"Let's go meet the adults first, and besides, I may have made a bit of a surprise discovery this time, so it is necessary to let the adults know. ”

Brigitte glanced at the magic sword in her hand again, and a look of hatred and remembrance flashed in her eyes: It was you just now, Father······