Did the wind bring you news, or did it not?
Inside the forbidden area of the manor in Orwick City, the witch Rig sat in a daze in front of a table of delicious food.
Some time ago, Windsor's body was transported to the center of Orwick City, where it was placed in an expensive mithril coffin, and kept alive by an immortal Western elixir.
Top morticians from across the mainland are preparing her body underground; the memorial service will begin in a month, but…
“This is completely different from what was predicted!” Rig frantically scratched his hair.
"How can it be the opposite?"
"Miss Witch, would you mind if I came inside to warm up? Or at least throw me some clothes!" Yod knocked on the window from outside, dressed in thin clothes and pale with cold.
"Silence spell!" Rig raised his hand and cast a sound-blocking spell.
Instead of noticing the person who was about to freeze to death, she began to notice the rats around Orwick City—no, she should say the clergy, who had been lying in ambush there for a long time.
The city of Orwick is now like a cage, and the prey is all too obvious!
“What’s puzzling me now is…” Rig shook the spoon, puzzled.
The prophecy clearly foretold the reunion of Elsie and Windsor, so why did Windsor die in battle?
Could it be that it's coming back to life?
"I don't know resurrection magic either! Spare weak and pitiful Rig!"
Rig touched the cursed coin, and the curse deepened; the angel's perception of the Blood Crown became increasingly clear.
Now, she bears the curse in place of Elsie, preventing Elsie from being fully exposed. At most, she will be treated as a vampire and will not be killed by the angels.
“But this curse also requires magic to resist…” Therefore, Rig could not offer Elsie any more help.
She had tried her best, she swore she had worked harder than nine out of ten witches, but it all felt like punching cotton.
I'm willing but unable to do anything!
"The prophecy cannot be wrong. It was the Witch Council's theft of the River of Time and Space. There would be no loopholes unless the River of Time and Space was also affected by the Blood Crown... How could that be possible?"
"..."
"No way..."
Rig's eyes lit up: "The Crown, perhaps it's not as simple as we thought. Was the meeting really too rushed back then?"
“We have underestimated the potential of all crowns; they may not just be manifestations of rules, but also seem to have their own will.”
Rig closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she silently uttered a few words: "The Blood Crown of the Rebellious Son..."
"well……"
She silently used her magic essence to condense a butterfly and pushed it into the distance...
...
Inside the Six Crowns Court, shrouded in white mist, the various kings chatted and laughed about their experiences over the past few days.
What's worth celebrating at this meeting is that Leonilo successfully killed Keomi in the second phase.
“Very easy, he was completely stunned by my two bodies!” Leoniro’s female form waved her arms and laughed, “Now I’m leading the monsters to rule the world, okay?”
Wuming nodded to the side, his emotions unreadable; the skull face was truly expressionless!
"I've also been gathering my men to prepare for a counterattack against the Upper Realm," Dosa said contentedly. "Everything is going very smoothly."
"Haha, I've also discovered some special mineral deposits here. My ultimate weapon is just around the corner!" Zhi Ge laughed loudly.
Visenmo: "..."
[Great! Well said! Although it didn't really say anything...]
[Since everything went so smoothly, let's now welcome our exceptionally kind Miss Elsie to speak!]
[Hey? Why are you looking so glum? What's wrong? Tell us and cheer us up!]
"Narrator..."
【？】
"You're a beast!"
Thank you for the compliment! Welcome to visit us again!
"Haha...I knew it was like that?" Wuming stroked his chin, noticing Elsie's emotions.
"Are you in trouble?"
Everyone looked at Elsie, and as Elsie nodded, they began to realize the special nature of the Blood Reversal Crown.
"Even this kind of experience is the opposite?" Wuming wondered.
"Doesn't that mean that if we survive in the end, Elsie will definitely die?" Zhige exclaimed in surprise.
"?" Dosa typed a question mark: "Why can't it be that we're dead and she's alive?"
Zhi Ge suddenly snapped, "Don't speak the truth!"
Elsie: (???)
“Hahaha…” Nameless let out a terrifying laugh: “Elsie, no matter what you encounter, you must hold fast to your beliefs.”
"The Blood Crown is the only entity in the prophecy whose fate cannot be determined, and you are the only one among us who might be able to escape this destiny..."
...
A week has passed...
[Hey! How come the transition is so smooth? It's smoother than some chocolate!]
"Did they pay you for advertising? Why are they so eager to force sponsorship?"
Stop yelling! Stop yelling! We really have no money left! ???
The Knights' journey was not as smooth as they had imagined. They had to avoid large cities as much as possible and instead travel through towns and villages where information was not readily available.
At this time, the scouts brought news that some members of the Tiran family's smaller factions had begun searching for Elsie's whereabouts, and that it was impossible to leave the major cities.
In a hotel in a small town, Parker throws a knife at a homemade target, and Trisna also throws a knife, but misses the bullseye.
"The scout's new skill might be even more effective with a dedicated combat throwing knife!" Parker laughed.
"..." El looked on as Puck laughed and boasted to the knights.
His skill learning speed is strange. The throwing knife skill was not in the data template, but it suddenly appeared just now.
Huh?
You learned it after just one glance?
The bizarre skill judgment mechanism... inevitably made Elsie think of a conspiracy.
[Let me make this clear beforehand: I can show you the data template, but that doesn't mean I created it!]
[I'm just a narrator who's tough on his own family.]
"Thank you for your self-awareness!"
[Damn, I thought you'd at least offer some comfort! Give me some comfort!]
Interestingly, people in this world know their ranks and whether they are grandmasters or legends, unless they hide their strength.
But they don't have the ability to see data templates; unless they use props, they usually rely on intuition to make judgments.
Or rather...the subconscious?
"Parker, everyone, I have a question for you. How did you know that Liedor was level 80?"
Everyone was taken aback. Parker scratched his head and said, "Isn't that obvious? After all, he's the leader of a powerful mercenary group on the continent..."
"I'm asking, how did you know?" Elsie repeated, "Can you see the level directly?"
Parker was stunned. He stammered as if he wanted to say something, then frowned and scratched his head before finally uttering two words: "Feeling?"
"Feelings?" A dark cloud gathered around Elsie's brow.
As the knights came to agree, she became increasingly convinced that the so-called data template was part of a grand conspiracy!
Because from beginning to end, no one has ever said that the data templates of this world have any specific use, right?
The combat strength seems to be somewhat inconsistent...
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