However, the maid at the door simply replied:
"His Majesty said that having Commander Gwent is enough."
Upon hearing this, Celia froze on the spot.
She opened her mouth, but found herself at a loss for words.
If she really refutes that, wouldn't that mean she thinks Commander Gwen can't defeat him?
The power of Knight Commander Gwen is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people like them.
Ten years ago, she was able to kill two demigod giants on her own.
With that thought in mind, Celia nodded.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After saying that, she turned and left.
The two maids standing in front of the Queen's bedroom exchanged glances and nodded as Celia slowly walked away.
They stepped back and re-entered the room, gently closing the door behind them.
He turned around and bowed deeply towards the inside of the house.
"Commander Celia has left."
Immediately afterwards, a calm yet authoritative voice echoed in the empty room:
"You may all leave now."
The two maids bowed respectfully and quietly left the room.
At this moment, Aurelion sat before an ancient mirror, gazing at her reflection.
Despite the silence and absence of anyone around her, she still murmured to herself:
“Mirror Demon, let me see the current state of Delin Manor.”
The mirror in front of me trembled slightly, and then a hollow, respectful voice sounded:
"As you wish, Your Majesty."
The next moment, the mirror surface, like the rippling surface of a lake, gradually revealed the scene of the Delin Mansion.
The area was covered by raging flames and snowstorms, making it impossible to distinguish the two.
Two radiant suits of armor clashed fiercely between the sky and the earth.
Their movements were as fast as shooting stars, making it difficult to determine a winner.
Aurelion's gaze followed the every move of the man in the crimson armor.
It seemed as if it was trying to see through the reflection in the mirror to the eyes hidden behind the helmet.
It's just a pity that she couldn't see anything clearly.
Even so, Aurelion's interest remained undiminished.
Her gaze, sharp as an arrow, never left the mirror.
As she looked, she asked softly again:
Do you think he can win?
Aurelion was referring, of course, to the crimson armor.
While continuing to display the images, the Mirror Demon responded with a wry smile:
"Your Majesty, please stop testing me."
"I really can't determine the identity of the person inside the armor."
Aurelion frowned and uttered a soft but cold voice.
It contained an unquestionable imperial majesty:
Even if they look and have such similar demeanor, can't you tell them apart?
"Alright then."
Her gaze returned to the snow mastiff armor, surrounded by wind and snow, wielding a long sword.
He stared intently at Gwen's composed demeanor, gripped the greatsword tightly in both hands, and held it upright in front of him.
"If he wins this battle, will you be able to recognize who he is?"
The Mirror Demon's voice carried deep doubt, yet also revealed an acknowledgment of Gwen's strength:
"Excuse my bluntness, Your Majesty."
"Why do you think he can defeat this powerful goddess... knight?"
Gwen's power is undeniable; at the very least, her strength surpasses that of everyone in the current Empire.
It's likely that, aside from the Queen herself, no one can rival Gwen.
"have no idea."
The Queen spoke calmly, her gaze still fixed on the reflected image.
Gwen, reflected in the mirror, had already gripped the greatsword in her hand, standing amidst the wind and snow.
The cascading, fluttering snowflakes burst forth with a bright, dazzling light, and countless pale stars, carrying snowflakes, converged on the blade of her sword.
The violent snowstorm intensified, and the terrifying chill seemed to seep through the mirror, making Aurelion feel the biting cold.
A violent, frigid snowstorm roared, like a writhing, frost-covered dragon.
Gwen looked up, and the eyes hidden beneath her helmet emitted a pale, faint light.
Aurelius watched quietly, her voice calm and firm:
"But I do hope he wins."
In an instant, an extremely brilliant light burst forth from the tip of the sword in the Snow Mastiff Armor and slashed down.
The dazzling light obscured the entire mirror, and a pale, flowing light shone forth, illuminating Aurelion's face.
That means I haven't admitted my mistake.
The light swept across the constraints of space, tore through the night, and ripped a crack in the deep night sky.
It soared across the vast night sky, clearing away the low-hanging stars, and traversing thousands of miles.
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