Martina is not from the Yang Yan Empire, she was actually born in the Duchy of Mosca in the north of the Empire, a place where snow can be seen all year round. Thanks to the harsh living conditions, the Mosca are as strong as bears, and each of them is a natural warrior - for there is no way to fight the winter beasts and hungry creatures have long since turned into a meal for wolves and black bears.

Martina was born to be different, she has the blood of the oldest wizard in the north in her veins, in the Duchy of Mosca, she became a prestigious arcanist at a young age, and even the master of the Duchy, Peter I, invited her to join the Royal Mage Order of Mosca at the age of fourteen, with the rank of major.

If nothing else, Martina only had to follow Peter I to the north and south, and at her age, she had time to accumulate military exploits and become a figure who went down in history, and was recorded on the triumphal monument in front of the palace of the Duchy of Mosca, and was admired by posterity.

But after Martina's first battle, she defected unexpectedly, she evaded the pursuit of the knights of the judicial department, all the way south, diagonally through the steep Yangyan Mountains, and fled into the territory of the Yangyan Empire. However, she was eventually overtaken by the Judge Advocate General's Knight, and just as she dragged her tired body and prepared to fight for her life, a young man with round-rimmed glasses who was slightly older than her stood in front of her.

"I haven't seen the Punishment Knight yet, it's really interesting, I just don't know, everyone~" The young man pushed his rustic round-rimmed glasses and said with a pleasant smile:

"If you are killed, will you die?"

To become stronger, to be as strong as the teacher, no, to be stronger than the teacher, I want to surpass the mysterious head of the house and become the strongest in this world!

"Soul reapers, who sleep in the extreme cold and harsh winter, obey the orders of the concubine and wake up!"

Martina's distorted face gradually regained its calmness, she looked down at the three people on the ground, expressionless and silently chanted the incantation, and a silver long sword with a thick layer of snow and frost attached to the sword body was slowly pulled out of the void by Martina with her right hand.

"Frost Sorrow?"

Mr. Caesar exclaimed in surprise, Frost Sorrow is one of the five holy swords of the Pan Continent, according to legend, as long as you can hold a holy sword, you can be crowned king, it is an artifact that everyone in the Pan Continent yearns for, but looking at the gun of Gangniel in his hand, it seems that there is nothing strange about the appearance of a Frost Sorrow.

"O elves who leap above the flames and molten lava, obey the instructions of the concubine and come to me. ”

Martina pointed Frost Sorrow at Caesar, and then drew a long sword from the void with her left hand, its blade burning with raging flames, and the hot magma fell from the tip of the sword, quickly cooling into solid obsidian patches in the air, smashing the white marble floor into zigzag cracks.

"This doesn't make Fire happy, does it? ”

Nagi looked at the two holy swords in Martina's hands with interest, and said happily to Mr. Caesar.

"Isn't it okay for people to call Yan Zhi happy! Apologize to me for being like Lord Sacred Sword!"

Mr. Caesar pressed Nagi's shoulders with both hands, tilted his head, and complained to Nagi with a sly expression.

"What, it's better to call the joy of fire ~Pleasure ♂~"

Nagi pouted, turned her head and muttered quietly.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but it seems terrible!"

"Well, but let's talk about you, Caesar, you know, not every time we will remind you, little ~ heart ~ back ~ back ~ ah you super stupid!"

Nagi, however, changed his mind and pressed his index finger to the tip of Mr. Caesar's nose and said with a straight face.

"What!"

Reminded by Nagichi, Mr. Caesar suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and in a hurry, he threw himself forward, holding Nagi and rolling to the ground, able to avoid the cold and sharp blade of Frost's sorrow.

"What are you doing, stupid Caesar!"

Nagi, who was pushed down by a man for the first time (fog), blushed like a boiled shrimp, and a long steam seemed to come out of her head, and then she subconsciously gave Caesar a heavy slap.

"Caesar, you super super big **, let's die!"

"I'm here to save you, you little guy who doesn't know what to do!"

Caesar rubbed his red and swollen face, and an unsightly donkey rolled and held Nagi to dodge Martina's sword, then jumped to the side and picked up Ganganir, who had just fallen to the side, to meet Martina's attack.

"What, we don't need your protection......!

Nagi sat on her knees, pouting and pretending not to look at Caesar, but her eyes glanced at the other half, focusing on Caesar in battle.

"It's not glorious at all to play sneak attack, Miss Martina!"

Mr. Caesar put Gangnir in front of him, barely resisting Martina who opened the bow left and right, she really couldn't figure out why Martina, who was a magician, was strong in melee combat, not only because the other party held an artifact, but in Mr. Caesar's opinion, Martina's every move was hidden in the killing intention, not to mention herself, even if it was her own swordsmanship instructor, I am afraid that she may not be able to defeat the other party.

Martina responded to Mr. Caesar's sarcastic question with a ferocious slash, and there are two kinds of pan-continent martial arts, one is to focus on defense, use fierce verbal attacks, constantly wear down the enemy's patience, and then seize the opportunity to strike a fatal blow. The other, like the Mosca Death Squad's fighting technique Higremar, which Martina had learned, completely ignored the factors that hindered her from fighting, and every move was not for show-off, but only for the sake of killing her enemies.

Like a dexterous butterfly, Martina, blessed with levitation, spun in the air, flexing and stretching her body, delicately dodging every attack of Mr. Caesar, and then using Mr. Caesar's power to launch one fierce attack after another.

"The strong don't have to speak, because their existence makes all enemies fearful, and only cowards will chatter, because they have a weak heart, they have no confidence, and they can't defeat anyone by lip service alone. ”

Martina recalls the night she defected, when she thought she had succeeded, but the tall, thin old man who had taught her Higrimar stood in her way with a stern face.

"Kill me, Colonel. ”

Martina didn't even have time to unleash the arcane cage before the cold broadsword was held against her neck.

"I'm a coward, I don't want to kill anymore, I don't deserve to be a glorious Mosca soldier. ”

Martina looked down at her hands, which, in the daytime, in her first battle, had blasted hundreds of living beings to nothing with arcane power.

"The old man doesn't kill you, not because you are a woman, because the old man doesn't kill cowards, you don't dare to face those enemies who died miserably, but even if you escape, will the war end?"

"Colonel!"

Martina didn't want to die, she looked up, trying to see something in the other's eyes.

"You don't belong in this war, but Mosca doesn't desert," the old man kicked Martina in the back, causing the girl to spit blood and fly out, "go find your own way, and go on fighting." ”

With a bang, Caesar's Gungnir was seized by Martina and flew out, crossing her swords against Caesar's neck.

"You will never be able to defeat me!"

Martina's clothes were already soaked with sweat, and she gasped for breath and yelled at Mr. Caesar.

"But a villain like you should never really make people submit!"

Caesar retorted without flinching.

I should have killed him directly, Martina kept reminding herself in her heart, but her hands had never trembled so much, she didn't understand, she was already so strong, why, why did anyone dare to resist her?

"Weak, just show me the attitude you should have, kneel down, lick my feet, maybe I will let you live!"

So the great gentleman, Mr. Caesar, immediately knelt down and prprprpr~

The above is just some people's delusions, don't take it seriously~

"Come and kill me, the weak also have dignity and equal existence in this world, bastard!"

Mr. Caesar smiled, and he looked directly at Martina, pointed to his neck, and with tears in his eyes, he roared heartbreakingly.

Under the magnificent statue of the creator god, two diametrically opposed concepts collide into a fierce spark, strong and weak, life and death, resistance and submission, and the confrontation between the boy and the girl, which is not only a duel of strength, but also a contest of hearts.