All along, all Martina's dedication and patience have been for one goal - to become the strongest. However, even now that she has become the youngest white-robed mage in the pan-continent, and has the honor of being the strongest chief of St. Lawrence Academy, she is still not satisfied.

For example, if there is a young blacksmith in a village, he is strong and beats all his opponents in a wrestling tournament held in the village, so is he the strongest in the village? In Martina's opinion, this so-called strongest is meaningless, because he is just better than the rest of the village, he still lives in the original framework and rules of the village, he makes mistakes, he will still be punished by everyone, he is not out of the mortal world.

On the day Martina was given the name of the white-robed mage by the Pan-Continent Mage Association, everyone who saw her, whether it was classmates or mentors, congratulated her, but when she returned to her mage tower, a man who had been waiting there for a long time did not.

"Have you finally been carried away by the fame, and have spent almost a month flying thousands of miles to the Mage Guild of the New Britannia Empire to receive a meaningless white robe?"

Devin, who had just become a professor of ancient magic studies, grabbed Martina's shoulders tightly, crumpled the girl's new white robe, and said coldly with a dark face.

"But everyone doesn't want me, and Angela ...... too"

Martina lowered her head, timidly afraid to look at the man in front of her, and explained in a low voice.

"Look up. ”

Martina timidly raised her head and looked at Professor Devin in front of her.

"It's not for you to look at me!"

Professor Devon slapped the girl to the ground.

"Look up. ”

Martina fell to the ground on her side, her head too high in Professor Devon's hand, and she looked at the clear, endless sky, where a huge black shadow stood abruptly, sometimes hidden in the clouds, sometimes revealed.

"Floating City. ”

Martina softly spat out the dark shadow's name.

"Its new master is the strongest in the current continent, he doesn't have a white robe, but which white-robed mage dares to challenge his dignity?"

Professor Devon looked at the Floating City with a complicated expression and said, even if he was as proud as him, he had to admit in his heart that the strength of the House Master was beyond his imagination.

"Martina, your talent is unprecedented, we have created a miracle, but it is not enough, this skill alone is not enough. ”

Professor Devon pulled Martina up from the ground, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and swept away the cold with a gentle expression.

"Even if he is a person like the head of the academy, he can only live in a corner, what is he in front of all living beings in the entire pan-continent?"

"Teacher, I was wrong!"

Martina bowed deeply with tears in her eyes.

"Ahh

Professor Devin squatted down, holding Martina's face and smiling.

Thinking back on these events, Martina, who was nervous, was suddenly relieved, and she removed the twin swords that crossed Mr. Caesar's neck, and plunged them into the white marble floor, and then smiled softly, looking at Mr. Caesar like a kind mother.

"What are you going to do! I'll say first, you can't be humiliated!"

Obviously, he was still murderous just now, but in an instant, he played such a game again, and his face was awe-inspiring, and Mr. Caesar, who was about to sacrifice his life, instantly distorted like a nest melon, what is this? Could it be that the Lord of the Creation God appeared in front of you just now, and you immediately had an epiphany, and then immediately put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha on the spot? What the hell!

"Girl, you don't play cards according to the routine, bastard!"

Mr. Caesar stood still, not knowing what to do, and he could only shout in his heart in anger and speechlessness.

"The concubine lost. ”

Martina hung the ruby back around her neck, and with a snap of her fingers, Gungnir on the side, the two swords on the ground, and the magnificent Cathedral of Light all vanished, and everyone was back in the simple, small, cozy café.

"Woo woo ~ Nagi-chan just happened!"

The little ghost Anvina poked her head out from under the wooden floor, and if she hadn't burrowed into the ground in time, she would have been completely purified by the abundant and excessive light of the Holy Light Cathedral.

"Hawkers, it's just that the two Yaga are tearing, primates are so fond of tearing~ Well, and you Yaga don't be in a hurry to run!"

Nagi grabbed Ellie, who was lying on the ground like a big lizard, and little by little moved towards Ellie, who was trying to run away from the door, and dragged her to Anvina's side, and then sat down cross-legged and said helplessly. Although the battle is over, the ideological conflict between Caesar and Martina has not been resolved, but should be said to have intensified.

"What do you mean, have mercy on me?"

Mr. Caesar clenched his fists again, as a knight, he could die a glorious death, but he could never survive by the mercy of his enemies.

"You're right, it's true that a concubine can only kill you, but it can't bring you to your knees - if so, there's no point in killing you. ”

Martina cupped Mr. Caesar's chin in her hand and examined the brave boy with interest.

"The concubine body lost, because the concubine body was not strong enough. ”

"You're not strong enough, hehe, Martina-senpai, how strong do you want to be, do you want to be above us and decide our fate at will?"

Mr. Caesar laughed angrily as he grabbed Martina's wrist and questioned her.

"If it wasn't a concubine just now, but another person, you would already be a corpse by this time, my dear junior brother. This is your destiny. ”

Martina grabbed Mr. Caesar's wrist with her backhand, and she leaned down on top of him.

"Hey, senior, pay a little attention!"

Mr. Caesar felt Martina's soft breath in his ear, which made him feel extremely nervous.

"Even if the weak want to change their fate, they often pay a heavy price, and it is always a few who can see the light of the dawn. ”

Martina stroked Caesar's unkempt blonde hair and said to Caesar as gently as a mother.

"So what! This is the path we chose!"

Mr. Caesar threw away his hand and retorted loudly.

"So, give this qiē to the concubine, whether it's pain or difficulty, it's okay to give it all to the concubine?"

Martina let go of Caesar, opened her arms, raised her head slightly, her eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the log roof, through the layers of clouds and mist, across the galaxy, and then above time and space, reflexively looking down on everything in this world. "What!"

Caesar looked at Martina in disbelief with a holy face in front of her.

"Leave your fate, not a single one, to the concubine! Put this world on the concubine's back, and let the concubine be carried by me alone!"

Martina wants to become the strongest, beyond the object, unable to resist, absolutely invincible, not just the gap between giants and ants, but like writers and novels, a character is nothing more than a zài in her pen, she can erase all tragedies with an eraser, and then write the happiest story.

"You want to be a god!?"

Caesar and Nagi, with very different expressions, spoke in unison what they had in mind.