"Cough...cough cough..."

When Ira woke up again, she coughed almost immediately, feeling a burning sensation in her chest and throat that seemed to emanate from deep within her soul, as did the spot on her back where she had previously activated the [First Wing Pillar].

This is the price of ignoring the consumption of runic bonds and forcibly using the power belonging to the Archon.

Just as spellcasters who overdraw their magical power will fall into a coma.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Coughing incessantly, Ira looked around at her surroundings. What came into view was a dimly lit cell. Steel bars and doors formed a barrier between the cell and the corridor, with other cells naturally on the other side of the corridor.

In Ira's memory, he completely detonated his last [wings], a power that should have been enough to block the pursuers, and with his last strength, he threw himself into the turbulent river.

If nothing unexpected happens, I should be able to float all the way to the kingdom of the elves.

But the surrounding cells suggest that I haven't escaped... Could they really put me in jail?

"Isabella! You don't want to see the jockey Mizu, do you?!"

Ira cried out in great distress. He had keenly sensed the changes in the empire and was preparing to make a run for it, but... had he failed to escape?

A civil war might really break out next. Although he would win, that would also prove that things were heading towards a terrible end... He didn't want to be crowned emperor.

【Prime Minister Ira~ My daughter is now in your hands! Train her to be your little ball of fluff!】

I vaguely remember the strange words that the former king, who gave me a thumbs up and showed his teeth with a smile that looked like he was saying "Laughing like a mandarin duck!", said to Ira.

What an unforgettable king...

"Could it be that Uther had foreseen this day all along? I hope I won't turn into His Highness's velvet ball..."

As Ira made this helpless guess, his gaze fell on the shackles on his hands... In just one glance, his expression changed, and the feelings of composure and reminiscence vanished instantly.

Because these are the shackles of the [Anti-Magic Stone].

【Anti-Magic Stone】As the name suggests, it is a special material that can strip spellcasters and other magic-based classes of their ability to use mana (magic power) upon contact, making it the nemesis of magic-based classes.

However, although the [Governor]'s ability also requires the use of Mana, which could easily be misunderstood as being affected by the anti-magic stone, it is not actually restricted because of the [source] of that Mana.

If it were an empire, it would definitely know this.

As Ira pondered something, he reached up and touched his neck. Just as he had expected, the feedback from the World Rune clearly told him that he had recovered 3/5 of his strength.

The world runes on the Archon's spell bond recover 1/5 each day, in other words...

Iraq was unconscious for three days.

...

As Ira was still pondering what kind of faction's prison this might be, he seemed to hear something and looked in a certain direction of the passageway outside the prison bars.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

Over there, I heard the sound of armor clashing against armor. It sounded like two heavily armored knights were coming from that direction... Were they here to find me?

Having confirmed this, Ira prepared for battle. He softly activated the [Triggered Effect] of his ability, chanting as before: "The..."

But Ira stopped speaking, not because someone else had done anything, but because... he had exhausted all of his [wings] during the chase.

If it's the wingspan, the wings will only wear down slowly.

However, if it is a "wing shattering" event, the stored wings will be directly pulverized.

The extreme power unleashed results in a completely disproportionate energy utilization rate and wear rate—the utilization rate is too low while the wear rate is too high.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"..."

Under Iraq's solemn gaze, two suits of armor arrived in front of Iraq's cell. What was striking was that neither suit of armor had a helmet, nor any of the organs that should be present under a helmet.

Instead, a small ball of blue flame floated where the head should have been.

The eerie blue light illuminated the originally dark cell, but this did not alleviate the gloom that already existed there; instead, it made it even more sinister.

"Duraham (the headless horseman), huh..."

As he said this, Ira also realized his current location in that instant... In fact, he had almost guessed it before, and he was now undoubtedly in the territory of monsters.

After drifting downstream, was it captured by monsters? But it is still unknown which city it is in now.

But since it's such a high-level monster, I must either be on the front lines of the battle or deep in the heart of the Demon King's castle... I hope it's the former.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

Amidst the clanging of armor and under Ira's watchful gaze, the two headless knights standing outside the cell showed no intention of communicating with him. Instead, they simultaneously parted to make way, seemingly waiting for someone to arrive.

Ira has certainly killed the Dullahan, and the Dullahan's mana is very suitable as material for the second and fourth wing pillars... Of course, the current Ira is definitely no match for the Dullahan.

As Ira was pondering, the sound of running came from the other end of the corridor, followed by the clattering sound of high heels.

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