A deafening roar echoed briefly in the air, and the surrounding air, frozen by the low temperature, quickly fell into a long silence.
A terrifying force cleaved the earth and split the night sky and stars.
At that moment, the wind and snow had stopped, and there were no more stars in the dark night sky.
Only a deep darkness remained, like a canvas stripped of its starlight.
call--!
The wind and snow were melodious, and the chill was biting.
A violent chill swept across the capital, and even the streets outside the barriers could not escape the onslaught of the cold wind.
The buildings and streets were covered with a thin layer of glistening frost and snow, and even the magic orbs in the hands of mages showed signs of ice crystals.
Celia raised her hand to shield her face, trying to ward off the biting cold wind.
But the dry, cold wind still made it hard for her to open her eyes.
Finally, as the violent cold wind gradually subsided, everyone at the scene was stunned.
They stared in disbelief, utterly stunned, at what lay ahead.
On the battlefield, only one snow mastiff knight stood proudly alone.
He leaned the greatsword on the ground with one hand, and his eyes, seen through the helmet, seemed to gaze ahead with a sense of loneliness.
The knights stood there in shock, their eyes fixed on the ruins of the Delin manor.
Countless reporters braved the cold wind, busily taking pictures with their magic stones, afraid of missing a single detail of the scene.
However, without exception, they couldn't even find a single broken piece of armor on the ground.
Under that terrifying blow, everything seemed to have been completely annihilated.
Vanilla stood there, her eyes wide open.
A thin layer of ice had covered her fur, but her cat-like eyes gleamed with a surprised green light.
Staring ahead in shock.
Just as she was lost in thought, Kokot, sitting on a cloud beside her, casually reached out and yawned lazily.
Seemingly oblivious to the chaos around him, he said softly:
"Alright, I should probably head back now."
As the devastating attack ended, Viktor's voice clearly reached her ears.
That sentence was a reminder to her.
After returning, wait for him at the Tree of Ade.
At the same time, as Duke Reeves watched the end of the ceremony, a calm and distant voice rang out:
"Let's wrap up, we can go back now."
“Leave some people behind to clean up the scene and tally the casualties and property damage.”
He had just turned to leave when he glanced back at Celia, who was still standing there in shock, and said calmly:
"As a royal guard, leaving your post without orders constitutes dereliction of duty. You shall return and plead guilty."
Hearing this, Celia finally snapped out of her shock and hurriedly asked:
"Your Majesty the Duke!"
"Then, that person... was he killed by Grand Knight Gwen?"
Duke Reeves didn't even turn his head, simply replying casually:
...
"He escaped."
Aurelion stared expressionlessly at the image in the mirror and calmly said:
"A true teacher will never lose to anyone, not even Ms. Gwen now."
She casually stood up, clasped her hands in front of her lower abdomen, and turned to walk towards the door.
As she was about to leave, she casually uttered a single sentence:
"Notify everyone to issue a reward. Report immediately if a man wearing red armor is spotted."
The room door opened automatically, then closed again as Aurelion left.
Only the mirror remained in the room, but the image in it did not disappear.
Did that man really lose?
Suddenly, the image in the mirror gradually magnified.
The focus slowly shifted to the greatsword that Gwen was holding with one hand.
A startling crack had appeared in the middle of the giant sword.
Sizzle—swish—
The image in the mirror turned off again.
...
The capital city quickly descended into chaos due to a series of unrest.
Within hours, the entire capital was engulfed in chaos.
Many residents heard that Knight Commander Gwen brought the suddenly appearing refugee back to Delin Manor yesterday for interrogation.
Unexpectedly, an accident occurred midway, and the two engaged in a tense duel.
The battle was so large that it nearly leveled the mansion.
Currently, the mage and knight orders are still busy in that area, while also calming and dispersing the crowds of onlookers.
However, this turmoil cast a shadow of unease over every corner of the capital.
Because the palace's notice clearly informed all residents.
The man in the crimson armor did not die; he escaped quietly during the battle.
All citizens of the Empire are urged to immediately avoid the area and report to the Knights if they witness the crimson armor.
Because of the speed of message transmission, the news quickly reached Braxton.
After all, Braxton is very close to the capital, and no one knows when that refugee will set foot here.
At this moment, Leon was standing in front of the door, holding a photograph captured by a magic stone in her hand.
She carefully examined the armor in the photo, looking somewhat conflicted.
Because that crimson armor was exactly the same as the one Miss Lia lost ten years ago.
But is such a coincidence really possible?
Leon was filled with doubt, wondering whether she should tell Miss Leah about this.
What if this news reignites Miss Lia's hope, only to turn out to be another illusion?
She couldn't even imagine what Miss Liya would do if she disappointed her again.
Leon stood quietly at the doorway, her gaze piercing through the room.
The image fell upon Liya, who was engrossed in her work at her desk.
Lia's face remained unchanged, showing no emotional fluctuation.
This made Leon feel a pang of heartache.
Miss Liya was already tired enough, and she didn't want to disappoint Miss Liya again.
Let's wait until she confirms the authenticity of this news before we talk about it.
But just as Leon was about to leave and secretly hide the photo in her hand...
A calm yet chilling voice suddenly rang out in the room:
"Leon".
Give me what you're holding.
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