In fact, Lampard wasn't just making empty promises. There was indeed a marble statue in the duchy, sculpted by the kingdom's master craftsmen, perfectly imitating the appearance and bearing of Alphonse. It was the only one of its kind in the entire country and was of extraordinary value.
It is said that this is the true physical body that Alphonse transformed into after his sacrifice.
It now appears that this precious statue has been transported from the Western Sea to the North.
"Is this really true?" Philsa silently reminded herself that next time she dreamed, she should remember to use a mirror or something to see what she actually looked like.
But then I thought about it again, and appearance doesn’t seem to have much to do with reincarnation, right?
While everyone was still debating this detail, the final dessert was served.
"Does anyone else know your recent schedule?" Lampard asked casually.
"Yes, it's another close friend of mine, nicknamed 'Dragon Rider' within the group."
"Ceres Dilanhardt? The heir to the 'Dragonheart' family."
"It was him."
Philsa thought to himself, "So that guy's reputation has spread quite far. No wonder he's the Silver Wing Knights' 'ace' knight."
“He recently destroyed a cult-infested lair.” Lampard was well-informed, but Philsa was more concerned with other details: “Really… It’s a bit worrying that two people ventured so deep into such a dangerous lair. And his companion doesn’t know magic.”
Sherry had met the dragon rider Seris before. "Wasn't he always alone?"
"No, no, ever since we parted ways in the holy city of Gransis, he has been traveling with my adopted sister."
“Oh…that annoying girl…” Shirley muttered to herself, unheard by the others.
"Hmm...it seems like traveling anywhere isn't very safe lately..." Philsa continued to worry unnecessarily.
"You wish you could keep her by your side, right?"
"What? How could that be? We're in even more danger, aren't we? We're being hunted by enemies and wanted by adventurers... I can't imagine anyone more unlucky than me right now."
I believe Celis will protect her well; I'm at ease. He's a responsible and trustworthy person.
"So, if he's not trustworthy and you can't let go of him, you'll still let her stay with you..." Shirley muttered, forcefully stabbing the cream cake in front of her with her fork.
At this moment, Olena and Lampard silently watched the two people opposite them, listening to their interesting conversation, with meaningful smiles on their lips.
“I said…” Olina interrupted, “We absolutely have to have Sherry and you as our best man and maid of honor at our wedding!”
The two were speechless at Olina's jokes about this. To change the subject, Sherry shifted the focus elsewhere, "Actually... I've noticed for a long time that you two are wearing the same ring on the middle finger of your left hand. Is that the legendary engagement ring?"
Speaking of this, Olina said with some pride, "Girls are indeed more thoughtful, that's for sure. It's what I mentioned to you before. When we're feeling down, we clink our rings together to cheer each other up."
Both of them simultaneously revealed the engagement tokens mentioned earlier, inlaid with small rubies, but made exceptionally precious by the meaning given to them by their owners.
That's what Philsa thinks.
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After the meal, the four of them strolled back to the Knights' Guild, chatting and laughing.
As Lampard entered, an Obsidian soldier who had been waiting inside whispered in his ear.
Lampard nodded, then turned to tell Philsa the message he had just received: "The magical communication device here has been set up... The first call was for you."
Philsa pointed to herself, "Me?"
He then immediately ran to the call room on the third floor and picked up the microphone he had been waiting for. "Hello."
"Phi? This is Saint Zephyr."
Philsa was surprised; it turned out to be her teacher whom she hadn't seen in a long time.
They have had no contact since the journey to find the origin of the emblem began.
So he changed his greeting to, "Ah, hello teacher."
"Hmm. I heard about your situation from the captain. How's your injury?"
"He's fine now. Teacher, is there something you need on your phone so late?"
"Oh, I'm late because get out of class just ended. I should have told you sooner. But I recently heard that you're wanted by adventurers for some reason."
"It's alright for now..." In fact, Professor Shengze Feisi was also very clear about what "certain reasons" meant.
Because the teacher was the first elder to know Philsa's identity.
Seeing that Philsa seemed quite energetic during the conversation, he didn't exchange many pleasantries and went straight to the point, speaking hurriedly: "I heard that your Ice Flame Sword was destroyed by the Demon Lord?"
With a guilty and regretful tone, Philsa admitted the fact: "I'm so sorry. I failed to protect my teacher's sword..."
"Fei, what nonsense are you talking about? You're incredibly lucky to be alive and able to communicate with me after encountering the Demon Lord!"
Upon hearing this, Philsa was inexplicably moved. "I'm fine now, don't worry... but the Ice Flame Sword is just a fragment now."
The teacher comforted her, saying, "Don't worry about the weapons you've already lost..."
After a brief pause, the teacher continued, "You just said that there's still a fragment of the Ice Flame Sword left?"
"Yes. How..."
After a moment of silence, Professor Saint Zephys's voice came again, this time slightly agitated. "From now on, you'd better listen carefully to what I have to say—"
"good."
"Listen to me, come back to the academy after your injuries have healed."
After hearing this, Philsa asked somewhat reluctantly, "Why?"
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