XIX

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August 9, 1666 (MDay+130) at dawn, at the end of the east side of Lenny's 4th arrondissement

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The massive explosion swept away the entire Imperial artillery position, and it seemed to crush the only threat.

The General Reserve suffered direct casualties of more than a thousand people, and more than a third of the troops had lost their command. The artillery unit lost half of its strength, and fragments of the twenty-four-pounder guns were scattered all over the place. Almost all of the gunpowder reserves were depleted in this trap.

Even after suffering such a large loss, the cheers of the Imperial army sounded loud in the sky.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor! Long live the Holy Empire!"

The cheers rushed into Captain Naymen Soleton's mind, and he was a little dizzy. Until now, the news has also seemed very untrue.

"It can't be. Lieutenant Sefir is so strong...... That's impossible. She must have a way. From the point of view of combat power deduction...... We're not going to lose. ”

But whether this is his judgment based on his combat staff experience or emotional bias, he doesn't know.

The black mushroom cloud was still floating in the air, and the huge "Sea of Stars" magic group had indeed begun to get out of control. Water droplets and starlight lost their color, scattered haphazardly in the morning light, slowly descending.

"What do I need to do...... Telescopes, telescopes. Naimon hurriedly began to fumble around on the armed belt, only to remember that his telescope had long been lost in the chaos.

Naimon walked briskly over to the first line of defense that had been routed by Anne, crouched down and rummaged through the corpses. This line of defense was one of the heaviest in terms of losses, second only to the fourth defensive line, which was almost completely destroyed. He knew that there would be officers in charge of reconnaissance here, and they would definitely have telescopes in their hands.

"But is all you can do to turn over corpses here?"

That feeling is back. Now that no one had mind control over him, Knaimon still heard the indifferent voice and the piercing sneer.

"You want to use magic, but even if you beg her to waste her time teaching you by hand, you won't be able to learn it. ”

Naimon pulled out a telescope, only to find that it had been broken by Anne's magic, and reluctantly tossed it aside, moving on to the next corpse.

This emotion is a "feeling of powerlessness". A sense of powerlessness that cannot use magic. In the midst of the doom and disasters that follow, a sense of powerlessness that can do nothing. Nothing can change the situation. No matter what you do, it's just a long way to survive.

"You think you're smart and adaptable, don't you? You think you're good everywhere, right? But what the hell did you do?"

The fourth corpse had a full monocular. Naimon picked it up and looked to the other end of the mushroom cloud.

"I believe she's not dead," he replied himself, "and I also believe that since I'm here, there's something I can do." ”

As the Imperial servicemen were basking in false euphoria, he was the first to see the battle at the city gates.

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At the same time, the top of the wall of the four gates of the east of the Cheronni

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The civilized world has been forging magical weapons for at least four or five thousand years. Among all the weapons that are known as "artifacts", the universal scepter "Might" is probably one of the most famous, second only to the "Prime Minister's Star" that has not yet appeared in this history.

This magic scepter is a symbol of the succession to the throne of the Second Dynasty of the Holy Koman Empire. Whether in history books, myths, legends or novels, the inheritance tokens of other countries are designated by the founding emperors, and it is not easy for eternity, and no one dares to change them easily - but this "power" is different.

After the death of a new emperor, the new emperor would add his own symbols, emblems, and circuits to the "might", etching the new advances in magic technology over the years. The first thing each new emperor has to do is decide on his own emblem and what new magic he wants to add to the scepter. Although the number of spells per spell is only one, and some spells are mutually exclusive, the variety of spells on the entire scepter is comparable to that of a highest-ranking magician.

That was the belief of the restored monarch of the Holy Koman Empire: "Power is might". In order to gain power, the Curman emperors did not hesitate to change any tradition.

And when this scepter is given to someone else, it means that person has received great power over the entire Holy Empire. Only in the moment of crisis is the "mighty" granted to the most outstanding courtiers of the empire. This happened five or six times in the entire history of the Second Dynasty. No one expected that after several months of bitter fighting, the siege of Lenny would end up with the emperor appointing a plenipotentiary prime minister.

This time it was Duke Loren von Figota who received the scepter, a famous general who had endured three wars of freedom and two generations of emperors, and it was only an inconspicuous female lieutenant who had driven the entire empire to this point. Before she appeared, Lenny seemed to have been captured - and now, the entire chain of command of the Imperial Army had completely collapsed, and even the commander-in-chief had to go into battle himself.

"Even if you lose the entire heavy artillery unit, you can't stop this witch......"

Even the old duke, who had experienced a hundred battles, couldn't help but feel a palpitation. The Empire's artillery fire had already hit the parliament building, and all the city gates were open, but it still fell to this point. Could it be that this war is going to fall short again, as they sing in their national anthem, the gods will bless them with unity and freedom, and the four-color cross flag will really fly for a long time?

He didn't believe it. The first duke of the Figota family was the military historian of the founding emperor of the Holy Empire, and the dukes of all generations were famous for their knowledge throughout the empire, but even if they looked through all the history books, there were no wise and infallible characters.

No matter how powerful the magic is, it needs the help of magic skills, and no matter how many troops you have, you need command to be used. No one can afford not to make mistakes, and all that is needed to win is to catch the opponent's mistakes. The old duke has been waiting patiently, waiting until the moment when the other party's strength and self-confidence come to an end and make the mistake of underestimating the enemy!

And he finally waited.

"It seems that Your Majesty doesn't want to talk about it. In that case, let's just end the war right here. ”

The witch with dazzling blond hair said this, and slowly fell from the sky. Even if she didn't need to detect spells, the old duke knew that she was strapped to all kinds of enhancement spells.

But she's falling too slowly, too slowly, slow enough to be the target of most magic. For so long, the witch had never left the ground, nor had she relied entirely on the auxiliary magic. But she finally took to the skies!

The old duke threw down the useless command sword "Mercy", and the sharpest sword in the world was plunged directly into the wall brick, revealing only two-thirds of the sword body outside. He pulled out "power" again, and his fingers stroked the magic circuit above, and found the magic he needed.

"AbsoluteDispel". The strongest of all dispel spells can affect even the user himself, so high-level mages will not use this spell that causes great damage to both sides in battle.

The old duke pressed it without hesitation, and the jewel at the top of the "might" lit up.

There is only one shot of each magic on "might", and that is now!

All the magic on Anne's body suddenly vanished. She let out a short scream and sped down.

Duke Figota knew that such an attack could not bring victory. The "power" in his hand leaned down and pressed another magic gem.

"EarthPike!"

The attacks on both sides are closely linked. Take on fast-falling opponents, of course, with spiky ground that maximizes damage. At the height of Anne's fall, this modest magic would turn into a deadly blade that would wear her entire body on it.

Faced with the prospect of turning into a barbecue on an obsidian skewer, the average mage may choose to take a hard bite after strengthening his defenses, or return to flying in the air with flying magic, but Anne would never choose the countermeasures that make her lose speed. She knew that there was an even more powerful wide-area attack magic lurking in that weapon. She didn't hesitate to use a rather advanced spell - a bit too extravagant as an escape.

"ReverseGravity!"

But even this is in the calculations of the experienced old duke. He can't pinpoint it, but he can slow it down. At the critical moment of this kind of magic duel, it is not possible to slow down a minute or a second, as long as a spell is slow, the other party may make up for all the enhanced magic, and he will no longer have a chance of winning.

"ForceCage!"

A huge force field in the shape of a birdcage stopped in front of Anne's flight path. Instead of defending, the Duke chose to limit the opponent's range of movement. He knew in his heart that the witch did not dare to approach the emperor's side. It is impossible for such a high-level mage not to know about the royal bloodline. As long as it was human, no one could get a bargain from Hugh Curman in close combat.

Sure enough, the flying blonde lieutenant brathed the car, but her back and arms still hit the force field hard, and it looked like it would leave long bruises on her skin. In the moment of stopping, she also threw her counter-attack magic.

"BurstLaser!"

Three cluster rays hit the duke's golden cuirass accurately. Unfortunately, two of the bunches were stopped by the armor, and only one saw through.

The laser pierced the lobes of the veteran's lungs, but it was nothing to the battle-hardened duke. He gritted his teeth, swallowed a mouthful of blood that poured up his throat, and smiled: the second mistake. He waited.

Even Naimon, who was watching the fierce battle with a telescope from a distance, exclaimed, "Counterattack? What are you thinking, Annie, add up the speed first!"

But it was too late. Lauren von Figota's experience would not allow him to miss such an opportunity.

The old duke saw the high morale below and hesitated. His hand involuntarily let go of the gem he had intended to press down and moved to another gem.

You can't use too loud magic to let the Imperial army below find out about the battle here, the old duke thought.

He didn't have the confidence to kill the powerful witch with this one spell, even if it was the most powerful attack magic in the entire "power" "Crushing."

Wave）”。 If this magic is not used to win, the morale of the Imperial army will be dealt a heavy blow again.

His hesitation was only for a moment.

But in that instant, everything changed.

The Minister of War suddenly smelled a woman's peculiar body fragrance.

The smell of blood, intoxicating, was close at hand.

Then, his right wrist, which was holding "power", was choked by five iron fingers and held upward. Under that tremendous force, the "rainbow ray" he was about to press really became a rainbow pointing to the sky!

"That laser magic is for teleportation. ”

Anne's voice sounded sweet, soft, and dull—but it made the old duke shudder. He realized that it was actually him who underestimated the enemy. The witch didn't make a mistake, he was the one who made the mistake.

Then, there was a sharp pain in the right wrist and jaw almost at the same time. The witch's grip was unexpectedly good, and the old duke's right wrist was broken by her hand, and the "power" fell into her hands, and a heavy downhook knocked his golden helmet flying. The heavy helmet made of gold fell from the tower and tumbled to the ground with a low sound.

Naimon was stunned from a distance. Even the Imperial Army below had someone find out about the battle here. The cheering stopped, and the entire battlefield fell into dead silence. Power has changed hands, the golden helmet rolls in the mud, and there is no more symbolic scene than this.

Finished. It's all over.

The lower gums plunged into the old man's palate, and the pain almost completely crushed him. The Minister of War finally realized that he was no longer young, and that he was not the knight who could still fight bloody battles with dozens of minor and serious injuries. He lowered his head and looked at the woman who had pushed himself and the entire empire into such a desperate situation.

The last thought that rushed into the old duke's mind was: what a beauty.

The crystal-clear severed arm is especially beautiful. If I were twenty or thirty years younger, I would have betrayed the empire for her, I'm afraid I would have done it, right?

Seeing the old duke's white hair, Anne was stunned: "You are not the emperor......?!

The old man coughed twice, and his tall body straightened up again: "Even if you defeat me, you won't be able to catch up with Your Majesty." Even 'power' and 'mercy' are in my hands, and you can't find him!"

Just as this sentence was blurted out, the old duke suddenly discovered the witch's real mistake. It's a small mistake, but it's deeply hidden. She hadn't replenished her defensive magic, nor had she noticed that the person in front of her was much heavier than her own—three times as much as the golden armor.

He hugged the girl in front of him with a bear hug in both arms, and threw her to the ground!

Anne was shocked. Being hugged by such an old man who was old enough to be her grandfather, she didn't know how to react for a while: "You, what do you want to do!"

The etiquette education in modern society she received since she was a child overwhelmed her fighting instinct for a while, so that she did not launch a deadly counterattack in the first place.

Naimon, who had only watched the battle through a telescope from a distance, had a changed face: he had discovered the mistake as well. On the cruel battlefield, even the strongest person will lose everything because of a mistake.

"Action, Annie! Kill him, immediately!"

A heavy punch hit the old duke in the abdomen, almost piercing his armor. Enduring the sharp pain of falling apart, Loren von Figota let out a long breath and laughed instead. He knew he had won his bet.

He hugged Anne and rolled to the side!

At this moment, Anne finally realized that mistake.

"Kindness". It's "mercy"!

The sharp magic sword that was half-inserted into the ground was inserted in a place close at hand-

And her and the old duke's bodies had just rolled over the blade!

The sword was so sharp, so sharp that she didn't feel it even when she lost her legs.

Anne struggled to lift her gaze and saw that her legs and the old duke's were not far from the sword. She looked at her lower body again, only to see that the cut line was knee-high.

"Thank you, O gods, that I may die in the arms of beautiful women. I'm sorry I don't care about the whereabouts of the 'mighty'. ”

Old Duke Loren von Figota whispered, smiled contentedly, pressed the magic circuit on his armor, and cast the final spell.

"FireStorm!"

Flames enveloped the entire top of the wall. In the midst of the flames, the girl, who had only one right hand left in her limbs, also recited the last incantation.

"Static Field!"

At the same time that the old duke's body burned into ashes in the flames, the blue protective force field quickly covered the girl's body.

Under the protection of this force field, no one could hurt her. The Imperial officers who were watching this scene were all stunned, not knowing what to do—the outcome of the battle was too much for them to expect.

And at the other end of the battlefield, a monocular fell to the ground and could no longer be used.

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Dawn Lunny East Zone 4

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Naymen Soleton threw the telescope on the ground.

The Imperial Army could react at any moment and rush to the tower, so that all his and her efforts would be in vain.

He didn't know how long the sixth—or seventh—magic like the static field barrier would last. But he knew that when Anne Seifer's spell was lifted, she needed someone to be by her side.

The magic web was already trembling slightly, and the huge mass of magic was temporarily out of the creator's control.

"Fuck someone! she needs me, she needs me, she needs me!"

The phrase rang repeatedly in Namen's mind, and it sounded like a multi-part hymn. He knew he shouldn't think so, he knew he was a bastard.

"But she needs me, and I know what I need! She needs me, bastard! Move me, my magic!"

The magic power in his body was about to move, resonating with the magic net.

"What I want is...... True faith, knowledge and strength. What I want is...... The power that can protect everything I love!Why can't I hold on to it?Tell me, what's missing?!"

Need power! Need the power of the magic web, you know, she needs you now! You need to suppress the imminent Imperial army for her, suppress them all!

On the entire battlefield, he is currently the only one who knows how the magic net works.

He wanted to control it. He knew he could control it. He believed he had to control it.

"Vibes. Naimon suddenly thought of something, "Shake hands." Why should this ritual be called a handshake instead of a trade or a request?"

What kind of etiquette is a handshake? an equal ritual between strangers.

"Because in this process are equals? am I equal to the vast net?"

If I were equal to the Magic Net...... There is no need to surrender to the magic web. There is no need to stick to your own opinions.

He closed his eyes and tapped his right hand lightly in the air. The magic net shook slightly.

"First handshake. Blue net. I see it. ”

The speed of the thought experiment is very fast.

"A second handshake. I understand this objective world. However, I also have my own subjective world. ”

Because she needs me. Stretch out your right hand, stretch out your left hand, grab the magic web, and vow to fight to the end of the world.

Because she needs me. I will stand by my beliefs as long as my physical properties prove it right.

Because she needs me. That's enough. I'm going to change reality for her.

"Third handshake. I will give everything until the end!"

This is the reality that Naymen Soleden expects. It's not just about living, it's not just about going with the flow. He had something he wanted to do from the bottom of his heart – and this was the first time.

"Well, what I know, and what it knows, is, MagicArrow. ”

A little white light flashed in his fingertips, flew out, hit the wall next to him, and burst into a hole.

Naimon opened his eyes. His eyes lit up.

"This is a zero-stage spell. Well, I know part of it, and it should know it too...... MagicMissile?"

This time, three purple light bullets from the middle finger of the right hand to the little finger hit the enemy's forward array that was regrouping, and several screams were heard.

"Three shots. There are more than mine. Next, I want to find a technology that I know but am not proficient in...... FlameArrow?"

A guerrilla shooter on the roof next to him had an extra fire hole in his head. Naimon jumped off the horse and patted the horse on the neck to prepare it.

"Magic that I can barely use...... FireBall!"

He jerked around and threw the hot air mass in his right hand at several Imperial soldiers with bayonets trying to deal with him in melee combat.

"Finally, I don't know, but it knows the technology...... That's it. ”

Naimon looked at the top of the gate in the distance, where the cyclone of flames had not yet dispersed.

"I don't know what that magic name is, but let's call it FireStorm, right?"

It was the same magic as the old duke's scorching talisman flame. Flames enveloped Naymen Soleton's body, swirling, spewing out in all directions, stretching endlessly.

Judging from the effect, this was supposed to be a fifth-stage magic, but the power he used was probably less than the fourth-stage.

"I've been so obsessed with the method that I've forgotten my original goal. Magic does not rely on the spells and gestures recorded in the magic books, but on faith and knowledge. Faith is power, and the magic net is the method. It's the sum of the methods. As long as I know what I want, I can find the way to achieve it. ”

Flames burned through the ruins, burned through the fortifications, burned the corpses on the ground.

Naimon blew out the flames on his fingertips, rolled over on his horse, grabbed the reins tightly, and leaned over to whisper in the horse's ear.

"Since you're her mount, I'll assume you understand. Now she needs us, you know?"

The horse neighed.

Naimon raised his head and shouted, "Let's go!"

The horses' hooves stepped on one musket after another, which had been thrown by their masters, and galloped forward, toward another place where the flames were burning.

"The magic web is the sum of everyone's cognition, and my magic is the world I know. The so-called magic is not an unconditional surrender to other people's ideas, nor is it stubbornly sticking to one's own ideas. ”

Naimon reached out with his left hand and grabbed all the blue lines that passed through the air. This time the blue threads did not escape from his fingers, but merged with his fingertips.

"It's about knowing and acknowledging the minds of others, but at the same time keeping your own. We are equal. The magic web contains all the thoughts, it is completely fictional, but it only admits the facts. Although it was a little late, I finally understood these words. ”

There were more and more blue lines in his hands, and the entire network trembled at the same time. If someone had used the detection magic and looked directly above, he and his horse were like a fast sailing ship riding the waves, leaving a long wake in the entire net.

"I understand reality, and I want to change it!"

The magic net unfolded, re-energizing the magic items on his body, and the purple light of the Excellence Chapter lit up again.

The porcelain shield that Anne had left behind flew around him and his horse with a dizzying speed.

"That's right, with just three handshakes, we can change the world!"

The blue light is unusually dazzling. The young captain reached out and grasped the afterglow of the sea of stars in his hand.

"I never really wanted to be a magician citizen, a staff officer, a city councilor, or a shopkeeper or anything, and I didn't really want to make a fortune or get ahead. I deceived myself just because that goal sounded the most reasonable and simple. ”

Naymen Soleton took a deep breath and rushed into enemy line along the "Seffir Corridor". The enemy is trying to refill the line, but Naimon won't give them that chance.

"But that's just an escape. That's just something that other people want, I don't want. And what I want is ......"

The diffusing mass of mana condensed again, shining as before.

"Strength like hers!

In his hands, the silver-frosted cluster of morning stars turned into a crimson meteor shower.

"Give me the rest of your power, 'Sea of Stars'!"

The magic of Lenny's temporary magic net can be used by him. It was the first time he had mastered such an abundance of magic, and it was indescribable.

"Also...... There's also an officer in the Southern Army who can use magic!"

He heard someone shouting that. Naimon smiled and threw a precise magic arrow.

Glowing white arrows plunged through the crack in the knight's helmet, splattering blood from it.

Economical, accurate, precise, lethal. Namen Soleton's fighting style is not a grand symphony, nor is it an irresistible storm. It was a tactic that could be honed by a small citizen, a staff officer, a man who always failed, failed, and failed again, and it was a style crystallized from repeated practice, failure, and introspection.

His enemies will call this style of tactics a "meat grinder" in awe—and that's later, of course.

"Regroup! Stop him!"

Naimon raised his hands and pointed forward side by side. The red meteor shower smashed into a line with precision, enough to destroy all resistance on that line.

"Get out of the way," he said.

Thus, the array of enemy troops was also separated for him.

Naimon glanced at the ceramic armor flying around him, which was about a third of the initial number.

"It works. Naimon said to himself, and to his horse, "ResistFire!"

The magic is abundant and irrepressible. It's not his magic, but now he's a user of it.

He crossed the burning enemy lines and charged in the direction of dawn.

Someone is trying to regroup the Imperial Army? His magic bombarded the past.

The horse's hooves trampled through the flames, and stray bullets shattered the porcelain.

Someone was trying to reorganize the magic troops, and his magic bombarded him again.

The wind in the ears is covered by noisy noise, and it is impossible to distinguish it. But he and his horse knew that the advance was going faster and faster, and that there was less and less frontal resistance, less and less.

He heard the sound of the enemy's trumpets all around, and he saw the enemy's flags lowering one by one.

The horses leaped over the last ruins, into the huge explosion crater, down the slope, and up again. At the end of the slope, there is the East Fourth Gate.

Naimon Soleton Lerma stopped, pointed his right hand to the sky, and looked around—

He originally thought that there should be a few high-level mages at the end of the enemy array.

However, no.

There was no one around. No one attacked him, and the great magicians he once admired had ceased to act, perhaps had fled the battlefield.

The military spirit, morale, fighting will, and everything of the entire reserve of the Imperial Army have all collapsed.

Knowing that the Free Army might have a second powerful mage, the Empire's elite made the wisest decision. Court mages and priests shrank in the depths of the fortifications, soldiers abandoned their weapons and fled, and the Empire's proud nobles were strewn with corpses or unclear.

The commander's trumpet trembled and summoned the routs scattered throughout the city, and they did not even dare to take the East Fourth Gate, and ran to the streets and alleys to the north.

Directly below the city gate, through the city gate corridor, looking out to the East 5th district at the other end. The sun had almost fully risen, and by the light of the day, he could faintly see several Imperial knights standing there.

Naimon smiled and raised his arm. As soon as they stretched out their hands, the knights screamed and turned and fled.

The nobles of the Empire, who thought they were superior men and should bear supreme responsibility, left behind their commanders, comrades-in-arms, and battlefields and fled.

"I ...... Did it. We really did. ”

Naimon didn't use the last sea of stars to pursue them.

With a flick of his right hand, more than twenty red stars descended, knocking out all the ceramic armor pieces flying around him.

Then Naimon looked up. With all his strength, he shouted loudly to the top:

"Lieutenant Sefir, we have won! The Imperial Army has collapsed! We have won, the two of us have won them all!

There was a dead silence above the city walls. No one answered him.

"Miss Seffield?!Anne?Hey, Anne?!Don't fail to answer, I remember that I could hear the voices and the situation outside in the static field barrier!"

Still no response. Naimon panicked, and since last night, scenes have flashed in front of his eyes, and one ominous symbol after another has flashed.

"Annie, if you can't move, just answer and I'll go up and pick you up!"

Still no response. He rolled over and dismounted, and nearly tripped over the stirrups as he dismounted. The wise horse snorted with a "snort", as if with some disdain.

"Annie, I—I'm going to really go up! If I can hear it, answer me! I'll forcibly disarm your static field, and now I can do it, I'm serious!"

Naimon felt that his legs had never been so heavy, and he couldn't take a step. What the hell happened? The above results were different from what he had speculated? Even if he went up, could he only see her in a coma with serious injuries, or even ......

He slammed into his feet and ran straight for the nearest staircase. Throughout the battlefield, only the sound of his running footsteps could be heard.

"Naimon, don't make a fuss! you have to give the girl time to touch up her makeup!"

A voice came directly above him.

Naimon looked up.

What caught his eye was not the tragic scene of his imagination, but the dazzling beauty god.

Anne Seiffel did have only one right hand left, but she didn't look fragile at all.

The crystals of blue crystal-like magic made up Anne's left arm and her legs, and the rising sun shone through them. Her armed belt was full of clothes, with the "mercy" on her left waist and the "power" on her right waist.

There is only one word to describe her now-

"It's majestic. ”

Naimon sighed involuntarily, admiring this figure that turned the tide.

If he knew what Meijin was thinking, he probably wouldn't be able to laugh.

"I've waited so long in vain, and I'm an idiot to expect this incomprehensible guy to give me a kiss of awakening...... When I took over the magic net just now, I was obviously so handsome and fashionable. ”

Anne frowned, intending to try again.

"Namen, I'm going down!"

She walked to the edge of the wall and stood still, waiting for an answer from below.

Namen flute for a moment, and then reacted.

He took a deep breath, spread his arms, and responded, "Jump off, Annie, and I'll catch you!"

Anne smiled and whispered to herself again, "The plan has succeeded. Isn't it completely that stupid?"

She leaned forward slowly, leaping off the top of the wall in a graceful posture—

Plunged into Naimon's arms.

The young captain caught her and took two steps back involuntarily from the force.

Anne's only remaining arm was tightly hooked around his neck, and the body odor rushed to his nostrils, making his face flush.

Naimon's mind went blank. Whether it's the soft touch on your chest or the soft breath in your ears, it's so nerve-wracking.

He carried Anne back to his mount in his arms, and climbed into the horse cautiously. The horse probably sensed something, and snorted again, seemingly even more disdainful.

Hearing this, the two laughed at the same time, looked at each other, and looked away nervously at the same time.

But he and she both noticed the flush on each other's faces.

Not knowing what to say, Naimon nervously kicked the horse to get it going.

After a while, he squeezed out this sentence: "I'm really sorry, it's different from the appointment, it seems that I have to let you sit in front of you on the return trip." ”

"It's okay, you're riding the horse anyway, sir. Speaking of which, what did you comment on below?"

"Ah, I said you were so imposing...... Uh, beautiful. Suddenly feeling a little inappropriate, Naimon hurriedly changed his words, "It's also suitable for wearing shorts." ”

"Shorts pie, well, are you going to change all the female officer uniforms of the Free Army to shorts?" Anne teased, "If you're going to make that request today, maybe Marshal Fawkes will." ”

"Really, then I'll have to think about it, it's a shame to use such a precious opportunity for pants to shorts. How about just switching to underwear?"

"Do you expect Pure Gold to bribe you to make this change?" Annie snorted lightly, retracting her left arm and legs from the magic crystallization, leaving only the only right arm that hooked Naimon's neck, "It's a bit hard to maintain so much magic at the same time, let me put it away and rest for a while." ”

Naimon only felt that the burden was much lighter all of a sudden. With only one right arm and torso left, Anne was so light, almost weightless.

She closed her eyes, her head resting slightly on his chest, and as the horse ran, she gently hit his heart one by one. He guarded her with his arms gripping the reins, preventing her scarred body from falling off her horse.

"If this journey never ends......"

Just then, the bell of eight o'clock rang from the direction of the parliament building. The sun had fully risen, and the Liberty Bell was ringing on time as usual—

"The Free Army and the Parliament are all assembled orders, now?"

Naimon and Anne recognized the bell signal at the same time.

"It's harvest time. Anne opened her eyes, "Let's go." ”

"No," Naimon shook his head vigorously and strangled his horse's head, "not now, there's a more urgent problem now. You can't go to parliament like that. It won't take long for your current body, right?"

"Uh...... What are you talking about?" Anne was momentarily speechless.

Naimon became more and more firm in his judgment: "If this body could be used for a long time, you wouldn't care so much about the wound." High-level mages have spare bodies, right? You're not in a hurry...... The storage location for this spare body should not be too far away. Let's go over and get back to our best before we go to the council. ”

"You're a lot better at reasoning, that's pretty much right. You've probably guessed the place, right?"

Anne closed her eyes again, giving the answer she had expected.

"We're already in the East 3rd District. So, go to St. Grace's Welfare Home. ”

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