VII

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Early Morning of August 8, 1666 (MDay+129)

South of Jena..." Magical Mire Zone"

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Dragons are creatures that feed on magic.

Dragons are the embodiment of fear, they stand at the top of all living things, possessing a near-infinite lifespan, near-invincibility and near-infinite magical power.

Like humans, dragons are intelligent creatures, possessing great knowledge and a beastly side.

The silver dragon Mara never imagined that she would have to flee in such a disarray, but the situation in Jena did not allow her to think too much, and she could only rely on instinct and fly south with her wounded.

From the moment she heard the powerful voice of the enemy commander, Clad López, Mara knew that something was wrong. She has served as a royal advisor to the Holy Empire for hundreds of years, and has a keen sense of military, politics, and intrigue – though generally has no interest in getting involved.

Her partner, Danica, decisively surrendered, and magically ordered the silver dragon to flee south to report the battle. She was a very smart and decisive girl, Mara thought with some regret. In the entire history of the Korman Empire, it was rare for a woman of such outstanding talent to enter the court. The "Emperor's fangs and claws" left behind the routing army and flew south along the hilly terrain.

This is what happened yesterday afternoon. But last night, things were different.

After flying a distance of about thirty kilometers, Mara suddenly felt a pang of discomfort, and she noticed that the magic field around her had changed drastically.

This change is difficult to describe in words. Like a sailboat that suddenly breaks from a calm sea into a tsunami and storm, everything around it begins to follow a different law. Every mage could feel the difference, their hands starting to tremble, and they instinctively struggled to get hold of their steering wheel.

But dragons are not magicians of humans. This effect is more drastic on dragons than on human magicians.

If we use humans as an analogy, Mara is now in a state of hypoxia that is similar to that of a plateau. There's still a lot of air around, but the oxygen in that air isn't free for her to use.

The wounds on the wings that had been torn by the demon lost their protection and began to bleed. The clouds suddenly appeared and began to rain in torrents, and a gust of wind blew her wounded wing backwards, causing a cone of pain. Even if a brave man pierced her skin with a dragon-slaying sword, it wouldn't be much more unbearable. Mara suddenly lost her balance of flight and tumbled to the ground.

Mara had to transform into a human form and forcibly "land" in a woodland. She got up from the dust, and found that her military uniform had been poked by the bushes, and she had to take it off, and found a normal dress from the dimensional bag and barely changed into it.

Magic was no longer available, and she could only follow the direction of the concentration of mana, looking for traces of human activity. In the midst of the chaos, some of the magic that seemed to be man-made, she decided to follow these invisible rivers. After bandaging her injured arm with a twig, she walked south along a hard-to-find path in the hills, looking for a quiet place to spend the night.

It was a couple of hours and three rains. Cold and hungry, Mara misses the steak.

She saw two or three farms on the road, but was saddened to find that they were all unlit. The owners of the farms may have either fled elsewhere or have been killed in the tug-of-war between the north and the south. One farm had apparently been looted, with only charred black wooden beams left in the barns and houses, and the skeletons of some animals haphazardly abandoned in nearby clearings.

It wasn't until the moon was high in the middle of the sky that she found a place to stay, a typical southern estate.

The master was supposed to be a fairly wealthy gentleman, who knew some not very advanced magic, and the family had organized a small army of outcasts, relatives, and tenant farmers. In front of his house hung a sign issued by the Royal Ministry of Security that read "Your Majesty's Loyal Subjects", which proved that the owner had paid taxes and provided assistance when the Imperial Army passed by.

Mara meets their patrolling sentry. The armed peasants, who were gentlemen, brought the wounded lady back to the farm, who had been shipwrecked in the field.

There was a stove in the restaurant on the farm, and there were about thirty or forty people. In addition to the owner's family, there were also his tenant farmers and serfs, as well as other peasants from the nearby small farms, and others who looked like refugees, deserters, and travelers.

Mara wanted to buy some porridge, and the owner boldly said that the porridge didn't need money. She would have wanted to buy some steaks, but the owner just shrugged her shoulders and said that all the cattle had been dragged away by the Imperial Army reconnaissance detachment that passed by in the afternoon.

"If I hadn't hidden some wheat, I wouldn't even have wheat porridge now. The master said self-deprecatingly, "They also said that the army will requisition us the day after tomorrow." A young and beautiful lady like you is better to avoid it as soon as possible, I have heard that the city near Lenny is under siege, and there is not a virgin left within a radius of dozens of miles. All the girls of some status fled to the capital, or they crossed the river to Italy, or took a boat to Interre. ”

It seems that the supply of the main forces of the empire has been fully exhausted, she judged. "So is there any wine? I'd like to invite everyone here for a drink. ”

The master laughed heartily: "This lady, this is Jena! There may not be meat, but if you want to buy wine, you need as much as you want!"

The Lady of the Silver Dragon pulled out a few old Imperial silver coins to pay for the wine. The coins caused a wave of exclamations. The owner of the farm passed the coins to all the people in the house and asked them to pass them one by one.

"I can't take this, ma'am. I've spent a few years at Lennie's university, and if I'm not mistaken, these are silver coins from the time of Sylvie III! That was five hundred years ago! If you sell this to an antique dealer at Lennie, it would be worth a few dozen gold pounds!"

After reading it, the master pushed the silver coins back to Mara with a trembling hand. Mara shook her head and slipped a silver coin back into her master's hand, "It's just a little bit of my gratitude. If you really want to say thank you, why don't you sell me some meat. I guess you should have some hidden, right?"

The farmer looked embarrassed: "It stands to reason that I should have sold some to you, lady." But there are really no more, not only cows, but also pigs and chickens. ”

"But, if you don't insist on beef, maybe Old John in the eastern woods has some in his hand?" another person interjected, "Old John is the hunter of the village. ”

The master frowned: "No." There has been a thick fog near Johannes' hut since last night, and as I have already said, no one should approach there. The magic is all out of order, and old John is probably unlucky. ”

The man sat back in disbelief, and Mara was interested. She stood up and asked, "From here down the path to the east in the woods, right?"

The host looked a little displeased: "Madam, as my guest, I must be responsible for your safety. It's very dangerous there. It's not worth the risk for a little meat. ”

The Daughter of the Silver Dragon laughed, "Perhaps. But I'm also a magician, and I know how to keep myself safe. I can tell that you have a little bit of a knack for magic, and you have a simple defensive spell on this restaurant. But they seem to have been inactive for a long time. ”

Without waiting for the others to answer, Mara walked over to a painting hanging on the wall and lifted it open, revealing the magic circle engraved underneath. She frowned for a moment, then lifted her finger and pressed it against the wallboard. The sturdy planks were as soft as cheese in her hands, and the sawdust fell like snow. Several ravines were chiseled open by her fingers, some of the figures changed shape, and she filled in the unwanted shapes with falling wood chips. When everything was over, Mara nodded in satisfaction, prepared a flaming arrow the size of a wine bottle in her right hand, and smashed it against the wall without hesitation.

The huge mass of magic smashed against the wooden wall, leaving no trace. The Daughter of the Silver Dragon nodded with satisfaction: "It's repaired." The magic in this area seems to be quite stable. ”

All of them stared at her with a strange gaze. The presence of such a powerful magician in such a country farmstead in the middle of the night made everyone feel an ominous aura from it.

"I'd like to borrow a torch. Mara also realized that she had gone too far, and opened her mouth to divert the subject.

The owner hesitated and picked up a spare oil lamp from the corner: "I hope this will work." There was a small lake in the forest, and its tributaries flowed to the banks of the King's River, and old Louis's hut was by the lake. ”

Mara took the lamp and walked out the door. At some point, a thick fog rose outside the door, blocking out the moonlight. In the magical bog south of Jena, the climate and magic are unpredictable. She left the farm and walked east along the country road, following the flow of magic.

The farmer told her that Old Peter's hunting lodge was in the woods north of the road shrouded in thick fog. In the depths of the woods, the terrifying cries of unknown creatures echoed, and the flow of magic was suspicious, as if to lure people like her. But the silver dragon had no fear. There is no creature in this world that can make dragons fearful.

Mara followed the path into the woods. She was keenly aware that there was a slight difference in the structure of the magic in the vicinity. She had sensed it from the time she had used the magic before, as if some mages were reconstructing the structure of magic in the vicinity. In the depths of the woods drifted the light of magic and fire, through the thick fog into her eyes, but it failed to confuse her.

All the magic structures point in the same direction. With a certain point at the center, the magic is reorganized in an orderly manner. She thought it would be Old John's cabin. The hunter might be a hermit, she thought.

Pushing aside the overlapping branches and shrubs in front of her, Mara emerged from the woods, and suddenly her eyes were clear.

She saw the little lake that the farmer had said. Everything around was covered in a thick fog, except for this small lake, which was strangely clear. The moonlight fell from the surface of the lake, reflecting on the surface of the lake, stirring up a silvery light, and the place where the lake was left was covered in a thick fog even if it was only a few steps.

You don't have to be a magician to know that this is definitely not a natural formation.

Then, Mara smelled a strange scent. The smell of barbecue wafted across the lake and rushed into her mind. On the opposite side of the lake, a glimmer of light looms.

"The smell is salt, pepper, cinnamon, and chili peppers. ”

Mara held down her injured arm and ran, halfway around the lake in an instant. At the end of the fog was a mundane-looking hut with a bonfire lit at the door of the hut.

Her pace slowed.

The silver dragon does not feel fear, but it can feel the oppression. Dragons are a race that feeds on magic, and they can identify people who possess great magical powers. They can't help but feel a sense of awe for such a person, just as a human being is in awe of a person with great power.

Mara could smell the magic that was almost overflowing. If it weren't for the confusion of the rules of magic, the man in front of the hut would have shone as brightly as the moon in the stars of the night sky, and if the rules of magic were still working as before, every high-ranking mage from Lenny to Deresa would have been able to see this man's existence.

In the air by the lake, there seems to be the sound of bagpipes. In the sound of the bagpipes, Mara saw the owner of the magic, the girl who was turning the barbecue with her heart. The meat skewers hang over the campfire, spreading that tantalizing aroma.

She dressed like a hunter, but at first glance she wasn't really a hunter. Both the shabby cloth dress and the hunting bow looked very ill-fitting, and they couldn't hide her natural beauty and proud figure.

The fake hunter was sitting on a small bench by the campfire with his back to Mara, roasting meat. There was a table behind her, with a telescope on it, and all sorts of papers scattered across it. Mara didn't rush to disturb her, but quietly began to look through the papers.

As she expected, these were records of the position and direction of the stars. However, these records do not look like those of ordinary astrologers, and Mara has not been able to find any familiar astrological insignia on them. There is no icon of a star entering a certain constellation from a certain constellation, nor is there an animal composed of star lines, and of course there is no assertion that "the position of this constellation proves that people from a certain constellation will have peach blossom luck". These pieces of paper only contain the position points of the stars, position data, and various speculative orbits, which are simple and pure.

The Daughter of the Silver Dragon was looking at the data, and suddenly the smell of meat wafted in front of her eyes. Mara looked up and saw only a meat skewer and the beautiful blonde girl handing it to her.

"Do you want to eat?"

The beauty of the blonde girl is unforgettable. Mara knew the beautiful face, which she had just torn apart during the day.

But for the first time, she found that the owner of this face was so attractive. The bright blue pupils were as clear as the blue sky, very different from what she remembered.

"If you want to say you're a hunter here, it's the funniest joke I've heard in five hundred years. ”

Mara said as she snatched the skewers and ate them busily.

"Actually, I would have said that I was the daughter of a hunter here. The blonde girl smiled, "But since it's an acquaintance, no, it should be said that it is a mature dragon, and there is no way." ”

"You...... Ahh......hh I remember...... Ah............h You seem to ...... Ahh......hh It's a second lieutenant...... Ahh......hh What is your purpose...... Huh?"

Anne Seiffel pouted: "Whether you want to eat or talk, choose one." ”

Yinlong did not hesitate to concentrate on eating. Anne smiled and picked up the skewers and ate them.

On the shores of the lake in the middle of the night, the silver light is reflected on the water. Hostile men and dragons were around the fire, busily grabbing meat skewers as if they hadn't eaten in a long time.

Soon, Mara began to feel that Anne's skewers were not enough. She looked around, found the remaining half of the deer in front of the hut door, squeezed a joyful roar out of her throat, and pounced. With a flick of her right hand, she restored the tip of her claw to its original shape, and with the speed and power of a dragon, she cooked the half of the deer clean in a minute. She summoned an invisible servant, and the stealthy magical servant began the troublesome work of skewering meat on the skewers. After all this was done, she stretched and began to wait for a new round of roast to finish.

Just out of curiosity, Mara glanced into the hut out of the corner of her eye. This glance stunned her.

She put down the meat in her hand and went into the house.

In the room were more, more observations of celestial bodies, all bundled and piled up like hills. Next to the mountain of materials lay a cramped, austere bed, just like the kind of bed a hunter should have. Mara approached the bedside and looked at the old man lying on the bed.

As the owner of the farm said, old Johannes must have been a hunter. His slender fingers were covered with calluses from drawing bows, and his skin was covered with the marks of wind and frost. Mara could also see things that ordinary people couldn't see, such as the old gentleman who was also a magician. He has the sequelae of life extension magic, many organs should have failed, and he could only rely on the magical power of magic to continue to work hard, but now that the magic has been chaotic, these exhausted organs have become one black hole after another, each of which may immediately end the life of the old man.

Mara also saw the only reason why the old man could still live. A hose went through the old man's shriveled mouth, slowly pouring the glistening silver water of a large flask into his throat. The Lady of the Silver Dragon dipped her fingers in a little silver water, licked it with her tongue, and then felt a sense of relief all over her body.

"Is it water of life? But where is it around here......" Mara suddenly remembered something, "......? No, it can't be, that's too exaggerated." ”

The daughter of the silver dragon rushed out of the door, ran to the lake, knelt down and picked up a handful of water, and drank it.

The energy fills the whole body, as if I have just woken up. Her palms were full of life water that radiated silver light, no, the whole lake was full of life water.

At some point, the blonde girl walked to the lake and handed Mara a a cup.

"There's no need to use your hands, just drink some water to eliminate your appetite. ”

Anne herself took a small cup of water, sat down on a stone beside her, and drank it.

"Is this to keep the old gentleman alive? For the sake of old John, you have turned this whole little lake into water of life?"

"That's right. ”

"But now it's this situation! You know how to deal with this magical chaos? how can you create a fountain of life in the midst of this chaos—"

The silver dragon slammed his mouth. He realized that the beautiful girl in front of him was the culprit of all this magical chaos and nightmares.

But she didn't say anything.

It's a war. A life-and-death war, on which millions of people have put their lives on it, and the outcome of each battle is related to the future of the world. In this war, which has lasted for nearly a hundred years, there has long been no morality to talk about. Just as she has a responsibility, so does the sorceress opposite.

Even if it is to tear up the magic network of a region and destroy the daily lives of thousands of ordinary people, it will not hesitate.

"You are the one who has broken the order of magic. ”

Hearing Mara's statement, Anne nodded quietly.

In other words, it's you who put an end to the magic he uses to prolong life and vitality. That complex magic could not be sustained in such a chaotic order, and the old Mr. Johannes was not capable of reconstructing one. ”

Mara continued. Anne nodded again.

"You also know that the water of life can only last for a maximum of three days of life in the flesh. Mara finally asked the question, "So, why?"

There are many, many layers of meaning hidden in this question, and there are many, many things that Mara does not know. But there are some things that don't need to be asked.

Anne pondered for a moment before she said, "First of all, you can rest assured that this is not my task. It is my private request, and it will not be detrimental to the interests of your majesty. ”

"Of course. Your mission is done. Mara smiled wryly. As long as they see her appear here alone with injuries, the other party will understand that the empire has been defeated on the northern front, and it is completely defeated.

"I have something I want you to pass on to someone. ”

There seems to be only one thing that satisfies this statement. Mara tentatively retorted, "What are the observations?"

"It's nice to be able to talk to smart people, no, dragons. Anne pulled out a box from under the table beside her, "Not all, but these are the essence of old Johannes' work." I would like to ask you to pass these manuscripts to the man who came up with a way to fix the mess, Isaac Newton. That's why I'm here to wait. ”

Mara didn't answer. The Lady of the Silver Dragon picked up the cup and took another sip of water.

"That was the old gentleman's last wish. After being forced to leave the Empire due to unrecognized scholarship, he spent another forty years observing the starry sky using magic to extend his life, perfecting the rest of his observations without magical interference. I have to give this data to someone who can put it to good use. ”

This time Mara was a little moved. "So, this man is a great magician—"

"Yes, he used to be the Grand Magician of the Empire. Johannes Kepler, the one who has been ostracized by your astrologers. ”

Mara had a new question: "But why?"

Anne thought for a moment, lowered her voice, and whispered her reasons in Mara's ear. After hearing this reason, Yinlong no longer questioned it.

The two of them began to work together to sort through the remaining records. They are like a pair of friends who have known each other for many years, sitting by the small lake full of life water, drinking tea made from flower petals, and working together with tacit understanding.

At dawn, the man and the dragon had done all the work. The paper that recorded the movement of the stars turned into a heavy box compressed by magic, and even with Anne's physical strength, she could barely drag it on the ground.

"Can I convey your reasoning to Isaac?" Mar stretched, picked up the box in one hand, and prepared to go.

"Of course," replied Anne, "wait a minute, and I'll have to report the news to the old gentleman." ”

Anne walked into Orion's hut and reported in Johannes Kepler's ear the results of her actions, introducing the person who would inherit his data.

A moment later, she walked out, tears streaked in her sapphire eyes.

From the beginning to the end, Mara did not have the slightest thought of fighting. She remembered the battle she had had fought the demon the day before, and it was clear that she wasn't enough to fight someone who could summon it.

She only hoped that she would never fight alone with the terrible girl in front of her in the future.

On the way back to the farm, the Daughter of the Silver Dragon kept thinking so.

The horses' hooves galloped over the hills and fields. The silver-clad Praetorian Cavalry galloped down the post road of dawn and stormed into the farmstead that had just quieted down.

"We're searching for enemy mages! Repeat! We're searching for enemy mages!"

The cavalrymen, repeating the order loudly, cut down the militia that were trying to stop them, and stormed the farmstead.

"Civilians, as long as you hand over all those who don't have identification, you can be safe!"

The cavalry officers at the head and their mages jumped off their horses.

The officer looked around suspiciously, then turned to the young and dignified mage, and asked respectfully, "Sir Newton, is this the place you are looking for?"

"It shouldn't be far off. I can start the next step of the fix from here. Soon the magic will be available from here to the previous point for three miles. The young and majestic mage Sir Isaac Newton replied.

In order to save the army, twenty-three-year-old Sir Isaac Newton was urgently called to the Expeditionary Force's General Staff. He stayed up all night and proposed a way to rebuild the magical structure of the mire to support the troops' continued advance. He wrote down this method in a pamphlet and gave it to the mages who accompanied the various units to re-establish the magical order.

If Anne Seffer, who created this magical quagmire, had been lucky enough to see this thin pamphlet, she would have discovered that it would be the prototype of the central chapter of the famous Principles of Natural Philosophy. That book would unify the complex theories of magic to a more fundamental extent, paving the way for the future development of magic.

Magic is a magical thing. It has long been discovered that magic is a science, it can be repeated, but magic is a mystery, it is complex and changeable. Arcane is magic, magic is magic, alchemy is magic, astrology is magic, Confucianism is magic, and Yellow Turban is magic. There are also a large number of magical creatures that exist naturally and are not affected by these magical theories. This question has plagued generations of sages and magical scientists, leaving them racking their brains to no avail, until Newton wrote The Principles of Natural Philosophy.

If it's figurative, it's more like geometry. Euclid invented the first system of geometric logic, a vast system based on five axioms, but if you swap out the fifth of these axioms, you can derive more completely different geometries. Euclid had geometry, and Lobachevsky and Riemann certainly had geometry. The same is true of the science that determines magic, and psychomechanics, which is a study that starts from the public premises. As long as a theory of magic can justify itself, new logic and different realities will be generated, and new systems of magic will be created. People and magical creatures can approach their origins through a variety of magical theories, but at the end of the day, "only faith determines power." ”

The cavalry officer, of course, did not understand this. He looked in awe at the Great Magician, who had begun to get busy, and retreated with his guards: "Then we go to work, my lord." ”

Newton took out the magic book, grabbed a handful of silver dust in the palm of his hand and slowly scattered it on the ground, and began to chant incantations in an attempt to restore the magical order in the vicinity. The officer led his cavalrymen into the farmer's restaurant.

The people in the restaurant had panic on their faces. The farmer had an iron sand gun in his hand, the favorite model of the musket hunters, and his hand was pressed against the gun.

"I've done a lot of work to your army! You'd better know that—"

"We're looking for a woman," the lead officer rudely interrupted his master's protests, "a wounded woman." She's a powerful magician, or maybe she's not a woman, or she's hiding wounds, but you should be able to tell she's different from the rest of the world. ”

The sleepy-eyed people looked at each other timidly, and this small gesture did not escape the eyes of the officers.

"Aha, you know. A beautiful female mage who has been seriously injured and tries to hide her scars. She's been here. ”

Only the farmer remained calm: "Is she a criminal? May I ask what she has done?"

Hearing this, the cavalry officer's lips twisted. His fingers turned purple from blood congestion, and he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, as if "the woman" was waiting for him to slash in front of him.

"That is a demon that dwells around here, the common enemy of you southerners and us northerners! She has destroyed countless villages and towns, and so many of our great magicians and priests have been reduced to corpses! Twenty-seven convoys have been brutally destroyed, and all the dead have been burned to ashes! We have lost one court magician, seven gold and silver emblems, two archbishops, three bishops, thirty-nine generals and officers! God we have valiant warriors, wise magicians, and evil priests, who have joined forces to finally wreak havoc on this female demon who fell into the trap yesterday afternoon!"

"Oh, what about later?" the farmer seemed interested, "you won?"

The cavalry officer gritted his teeth and continued, "However, the power of this female demon is too amazing, she used all kinds of strange evil magic to escape the encirclement, and bloodied two small towns to restore her evil powers. We shot through her left chest and right abdomen in pursuit, fused her left arm with high heat, and cut off half of her foot! In order to completely eliminate this common threat to all of us, you quickly tell me where she is, and if you can capture her, His Majesty the Emperor will have a great reward!"

The farmer was silent. There were people around who wanted to speak, but they were glared at by their master, so they had to shrink back.

The officer was a little impatient: "Enough, I know she's been here." I just want to know, where did she go - she wouldn't be here, would she?"

The farmer seemed to be taken aback: "No, no, of course not! Your Excellency, you can take a look at the oil painting on the wall, she did come, and she helped us fix the old magic array, which can be fireproof......"

Several soldiers looked at each other and nodded. Instead of inviting the busy Lord Newton, they approached the painting, ripped it off the wall, and began to study the magic circle behind it.

"Could this be a trap?"

"Perhaps, let's not be too hasty. Mr. Master, so she didn't stay? We want to search your house, I don't know if that?"

The farmer looked a little embarrassed: "Can you wait any longer? My wife hasn't gotten up yet." Besides, I would never harbor such a demon, unless she disguises herself as one of yours, or she disguises herself as the Evil Liberty, the rebel tax collector. ”

The officer thought for a moment and replied, "It is unlikely that they will disguise themselves as our people, but it is likely that they will disguise themselves as people from the Free Army." But anyway, she's a demon, not a member of the Free Army—"

"But to me, she sounded like a Free Army hero. ”

The farmer muttered quietly, suddenly picked up the iron sand gun in his hand, and fired a shot at the soldiers gathered next to the magic array. The officer, who was talking happily, was shot at the gun, screamed, and the whole person was stuck against the wall.

Immediately afterwards, the master grabbed the oil lamp on the table and threw it away. The rest of the people also reacted, and took out their weapons from their waists and began to fight.

By the time Mara returned with a box full of materials, the battle was over.

The entire farm was reduced to rubble. With the exception of the farmstead she had fortified with a fire magic array, all the buildings were burned to ashes. Men and militiamen died in the yards, in the haystacks, in the stables, on the walls, in the mills, by the wells. The bodies of women and children were piled up in a pile and dumped in the open field of the farmland, next to the bodies of the Imperial soldiers who had died in battle.

Soldiers with spears and muskets were searching the courtyard, and when they saw her enter, they all exclaimed in surprise and began to fire.

At that moment, the silver dragon named Mara forgot about his transformation and the left wing that was reversed by himself.

This shouldn't be the army she's fighting for.

She howled and used her instincts to start the fight. Her right hand turned into a claw, her legs bulging through her trousers, and only her body barely maintained her human form.

The course of the battle was rapid, so swift that she had forgotten about it. When she came to her senses, all the weapons were stuck in the courtyard wall, and the shivering soldiers were trying to crawl and escape.

Mara grabbed one of the soldiers and asked, "Why did you kill them, why did you kill even children and women?"

The Daughter of the Silver Dragon squeezed these words out of her throat. Because of her anger, she has become less able to control the human muscles she imitates.

The soldier struggled to answer: "This is war...... They attacked first, and I carried out the order—"

Mara's claws pierced the soldier's throat.

"Yes, there is no right or wrong in a brutal war, everyone is just true to their duty and beliefs. Everybody can say that. Many people feel that cruelty is the essence of war, so they abuse this power wantonly, and they think that anyone who does not take advantage of this cruelty is naïve and stupid. You envy and adore cruel people. ”

The voice of the Lady of the Silver Dragon was louder, and she used the innate magical abilities that belonged to the Silver Dragon Clan.

The ability to discern every tremble in the voice and expose every lie.

"Come, tell me, soldiers, did you participate in the massacre of these people? Tell me, yes or no?"

Malali landed and executed everyone who was slaughtered. In fact, there was only one person who didn't kill him, and that was the young magician.

"No, no, I didn't kill ...... I'm Isaac Newton...... I—I'll pay the ransom...... Don't kill me......"

Isaac Newton fell to the ground with his legs limp. He was a high-ranking mage, yes, but the brutal killing of the silver-haired woman in front of him also frightened him. He knew that this woman was not the beautiful opponent of yesterday. He could keep his cool when fighting the mysterious beauty mage, but the young Mithril Mage wasn't as experienced as his uncle.

The name brings back Mara's sanity. She remembered the plea she had accepted.

"Why are you here, Isaac?"

"I—I've detected an abnormal magical normal zone around here......"

Mara sighed. Anne Seffer's calculations were so precise that she should have been able to draw Newton himself. If that had happened, perhaps this tragedy would not have happened......

Just as she thought so, the horse's hooves broke the peace again.

The second Imperial cavalry received an unknown warning signal and stormed the farm.

"My whole advance team...... Is this woman you're chasing?!"

The captain of the second cavalry was so angry that his face was twisted, and he drew his sword and unsheathed it, and tried to charge.

Mara snorted, turned around, and raised her intact right hand.

But the cavalry captain's attack was not launched.

"Stop attacking, it's an unfortunate misunderstanding. She's not a target, although I don't know why she's here. Cardinal Ionette Hartmann, the supreme leader of the pursuit, turned his weapon into a handguard and slammed it on the back of the captain's head to stop the situation from escalating.

"Let me introduce you to the fangs and claws of our Emperor Majesty. This is the silver dragon Lady Mara. Salute. ”

The rest of the cavalry gritted their teeth and saluted. They can't rebel against a cardinal.

Ionette smiled bitterly, "I don't know exactly how it went, but I can probably guess why. This lady Mara carried out military justice for us. ”

"I just executed a tragedy. Mara replied in a low voice.

"The tragedy is caused by the fact that we are hunting down a terrible enemy that has ignited the anger of all of us. Ionette explained.

He tells Mara about the current situation and the mysterious female mage they are hunting. Even the daughter of the silver dragon was a little surprised to learn that this mage had held the whole army back for so many days, and she quickly thought of the suspect.

"Also, I want to thank you for letting our reckless little Isaac go. After the briefing, Ionette whispered on behalf of the Holy See to express her gratitude, "Cardinal Jett Newton's spirit in heaven will thank you." ”

"Speaking of which, I might have killed this ignorant young man, but the people you are chasing stopped me in advance in her words. Yes, I saw the object of your hunt last night. ”

Ignoring the astonishment of everyone around him, Malapine lifted the cardboard box with a huge number of paper rolls, let go of his hand, and the cardboard box fell to the ground with a thud, stirring up a rush of dust.

"She has something for me to bring you, Sir Isaac Newton. She also has something to convey to you. ”

That's Anne's funny "reasons".

The laws of nature, she said, are hidden in the night. The god of fate said, 'There must be a Newton,' and there was light. ”

"It was a great light, and she couldn't extinguish it, so she went out of her way to save the last data of Mr. Kepler and give it to you, who study gravity. ”

Mara thought back to those words, repeating them.

"The stones that are thrown will eventually fall to the ground, and the wars that have broken out will eventually come to an end. ”

"Brutal war should not obscure the light that belongs to humanity. Because that's the future, the future that each of us fights for. ”

The silver dragon coldly glanced at all the remaining people. No one dared to look at her, and everyone bowed their heads stupidly.

"You have not done anything, but there is no glory to be had. This is war, but there should also be light in war. You can't catch up with that lady, never. Goodbye, I'm going to report to the command on the situation in the north. ”

Mara smiled and pulled over an ownerless horse and rode on.

Feeling her aura, the fiery horse suddenly became extremely tame. She smirked a little, revealing her four large dragon teeth.

These young Imperial Mages weren't lying, they did wreak havoc on that terrifying opponent. Of course, this should have something to do with the fact that she tore apart that mimic demon yesterday. Even the Silver Dragon would be proud after battering such a formidable opponent.

Anne Sefir's life should also be sustained by mimicry and life water, right? That incomparably beautiful body should be about to run out. Of course, every powerful mage will have a spare body to replace -

It looks like the flesh is definitely not around.

She remembered Anne Séffer's actions just now: she had never touched her body with her hands, not once.

Under the ill-fitting Orion costume, I am afraid that there is not only a graceful figure, but also a terrifying scenery. If the injury is indeed as Ionette said, there should be large and small holes, mimic internal organs, and life water flowing in the mimetic veins underneath the garment.

In other words, Anne's current body has about forty-eight hours to last.

However, Mara did not plan to share this information with the Imperial soldiers. The road is open anyway, so let them go.

In her mind's mind, she kept thinking of a glimpse of an omen—or a memory—from Anne, a war far more violent, terrifying, and cruel than the War of Freedom, more brutal than all the wars she had seen in more than a thousand years. The young girl, like Mara herself, had been through a truly brutal battlefield.

"That's why she wants to keep the light of the war. Good luck, Miss Seffer. See you at Lennie. ”

The man from the future and the dragon from the past have parted ways and each embarked on their own path.

At the end of each path, they will converge in the city of crossed destinies.

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