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Wissa had stood on top of the tallest crimson mountain in the area for more than a day and a night. The Son of God looked at the "City of Magic" surrounded by mountains from a distance, and felt the abundant elemental aura that was obviously completely different from the magic school in the magic school, but it was also beneficial to the mages, and he didn't even blink his eyes, as if he had escaped into the void.

This is the historic capital of the Brusken Empire: Gammer, the "City of Magic". The word "Gamo" means "Church" in the Old Calendar.

The elves seemed to be playing all around.

To be honest, Wissa didn't remember how he had made it over the central mountains, he just remembered that there seemed to be a will that had led him here. As he had previously suspected, perhaps this journey was the key to his breakthrough and his glimpse of the truth.

-- I am on the top of the mountain, and I can know the world.

"But why is it always you at such a critical moment, why is it you who interrupt my mind with such a frivolous trifle, Sirune. ”

Split from the middle part, extending out the upper and lower peculiar eyebrows are not angry and self-threatening, and at this moment, the slightly frowning Wissa is even more invincible.

Although, due to his long, fiery red hair and the fire elemental magic he used so often, most people would compare him to a fire that seemed to burn everything, Wisa himself preferred a different way of saying it, like the following.

A man is like a sharp blade that can cut through everything. But he understands that there are still many "boundaries" in this world that he cannot pass with simple sharpness, and the truth is hidden behind them.

"You're really my 'enemy'. ”

Now, the Son of God, who had just touched the direction of the door to the truth, was broken by a voice from the depths of her heart by Sirune's voice, and had to open her eyes again to face the trivial matters of mortality.

There seemed to be an extra figure in front of him, but Wissa didn't realize the existence of the other party.

“...... Well, the shadows behind the hunting group turned out to be at work. I see.,Deliberately picked the time when I wasn't in the school capital and made trouble.,Sneike,Is there no room for a little reason in your simple mind?And 'navy blue',It seems that I underestimated you.。 ”

Sirune cast a spell on Wiesa's body, no matter how far away she was, the Daughter of God could convey what she wanted to convey to the ears of the Son of God through reading, but not the other way around, the Son of God was not good at here, he couldn't convey what he wanted to the other party like Sirune, so he could only chuckle and talk to himself on the top of the mountain.

The only areas in which the "corona" excels are destruction and destruction.

"Monsters, black shamans, hunting groups, and the shadow minions who appeared inside the magic school are connected in this way, who is the mediator behind this? Black shaman? But his purpose seems to be only the 'magic sword', and the person he is attached to is only my 'wildfire', no, it's the half-blooded blood clan...... If I hadn't been delayed with that man too much, I wouldn't have had a chance to get there. ”

As soon as Wiesa spoke, he couldn't stop, as if he wanted to pour out all the silence and depression of the day and night, but unfortunately, there was no suitable "audience" around.

"The Black Shaman's mastery of the Shadows is rare in the world, and perhaps he is the one who secretly teaches the hunting group how to control the Shadows. Wait a minute, we don't know if the Shadow has a will of its own from the beginning, what if it's all manipulating it?

"Ding-"

After a crisp sound, he shook his head, and the son of God, who felt a little stiff in his neck, thought that he was hallucinating: how could anyone be playing the harp in such a place?, and his thoughts were twisted again by the sound of the piano that appeared out of thin air, and his attention shifted from suspicion of the shadow to a young man in white.

"Abel, what is the purpose of your visit to the School of Magic? Is it really just because of the 'mirrorer' commission that you want to bring back the 'defective' girl?In that case, why did you change your mind? because you encountered my 'wildfire'? Hmm......"

"You just said that...... Abel?"

In contemplation, what sounded in Wissa's ears this time was not the crisp sound of the harp, but the melodious and graceful voice of a man than the harp, as if it had turned in this bleak mountain for a thousand years in the blink of an eye.

This voice is somewhat familiar, and the owner of the voice seems to be the person who has appeared outside the "boudoir" of Ikavia, the lord of the "Flower Moon Capital" on the peninsula, and has had several indiscreet exchanges with the female lord. By the way, at this time, Ikavia had already led the peninsula's elite army all the way to surround Plevence, an important town in the south of the Blue Sea Country.

"Ah...... You are...... Who?"

Willa, who has always been calm, as if he had seen through everything in the world, was moved and panicked by what he saw in front of him this time, revealing a strange expression that he had never seen before.

"I remember. It's you, you're coming. You're finally willing to appear in front of me again. ”

It was astonishment, a dazedness, and an unexpected joy and relief that had been fulfilled. At this moment, the Son of God seemed to have forgotten everything, and all that was left in his mind was the transcendent and peerless figure of the man who seemed to have stepped out of another world.

It is not like any kind of cloth that ordinary people are familiar with, like between mountains and rivers, like ink dyeing, like a clear lotus out of the mud, elegant and solemn robe, half of which is outlined in ink and half depicted in pure white, symbolizing the primitive scene of the beginning of the opening of the world in the chaos. Aqua blue and ice blue, two tall but clean colors that fill the pupils on either side of the man, one revealing slaughter and the other destruction, completely different from the message that the color originally imparted.

"You see...... Abel?"

The tall man asked the same question in a different way, and the delicate and picturesque facial features together constituted the most perfect face that a human could guess. Holding the quaint piano with a sense of age in his hand, the long two-color hair of the same color as the different pupils slipped down from the shoulders, covering the snow-like skin exposed outside the robe, which was more delicate, silky, and fair than any peerless beauty, as if it was a godsend, as if it was eternal.

"It's one step away, so I haven't seen it. But that's a matter of time.,Abel destroyed a corner of the Great Enchantment of the School City.,Even if it's just for this.,I'm going to fight him.。 ”

Wissa held his head high, and the happiest feeling in his life appeared in him, and the abundant magic power turned into a burning red at this moment, and it evaporated from the body of the Son of God and spread to the sky and the earth.

"Compared to that, since you appeared in front of me again, does it mean that I have now made you interested and qualified to fight you for real?"

Words unimaginable to ordinary people came out of Wissa's mouth with some trembling and excitement, while the person opposite looked indifferent, as if he did not care about the 'provocation' of the Son of God.