“You’re very stubborn,” Isaac commented. “Obsession can indeed be a kind of power, but that’s not your problem. Your failures are not because your beliefs weren’t strong enough.”
Alejo listened indifferently.
None of this matters anymore.
Because he could clearly sense that the girl beside him was advancing and breaking through her cultivation level.
According to the mage guild's diagnosis, Vivian was becoming a mage when she turned into bubbles and vanished.
If his sister dies, he will no longer be able to live in pain.
However, the other party was still fine until the azure halo disappeared.
The girl, her face streaked with tears, was still casting "Water Healing" spells one after another, completely unaware of her advancement.
What exactly is going on?
For someone with an extremely strong desire for control, anything beyond the expected is terrifying.
“I apologize, Your Excellency,” Alaio had no choice but to speak, pleading with the knight, “I will submit to you. But I have a request: could you please summon the chief mage of my troop?”
Isaac glanced at the phantom of the giant skull and asked Yun Wei in his mind.
After a while, he replied, "You have to make them stop first. But... casting a forbidden spell on Moonflower City? How did you even come up with that idea?"
Under the onslaught of forbidden spells, the Tower of All Laws will surely be satiated.
Eight hundred years later, the Rose family actually lacked such common sense. It's true that once there are no moral constraints, it's easy to fall into depravity, foolish and unaware of it.
The knight's tone was subtle, revealing neither joy nor anger, which made Alejo uneasy.
He knew he had no talent in this area, so he simply considered the worst-case scenario in everything, but the other party was, after all, in a superior position, and he couldn't be so willful.
At this point, he would usually ask the chief, or... Allen.
Damn it!
Where on earth did Allen go?
Alejo was suddenly stunned when he thought of the little beggar.
He hadn't been injured in a long time and had almost forgotten what physical pain felt like.
But without a doubt, at times like these, the little beggar would lie beside him, devoutly humming tunes he couldn't understand.
The other person's expression was so serious it was almost funny, but he did indeed calm down, which was unusual for him.
Occasionally, they might even feel jealousy and resentment towards the gods because the other party is too devout.
But right now he's so badly injured, and that guy Allen...
Alejo didn't know why he suddenly felt so bad, and he could only haphazardly blame it on the foolish mage order.
He immediately summoned his adjutant, "You, go to the mage corps right now and tell them to stop. Also, bring the chief here. And have the cavalry break camp and retreat five miles in succession, awaiting orders to return to Blackthorn."
The adjutant responded and left, but the wait was undoubtedly long.
The Black Army retreated in an orderly and disciplined manner, as a sign of respect for the monarch of the Second Dynasty.
In Moonflower City, a letter was also sent to the palace, announcing the return of the Temu Brown family.
The benevolent and kind Crown Prince generously stated that the wounded Blacksock soldiers could remain in Moonflower City for treatment until they recovered.
"So, where exactly did I go wrong?" Alejo coughed incessantly during the tedious wait.
He needed to ask something to relieve the overwhelming mix of joy and sorrow, the anxiety and uncertainty in his heart.
Isaac had already moved on from the topic, but upon hearing this, he glanced at the blade the other had thrown on the ground and casually remarked, "You don't cherish your weapon enough."
The other party probably has no idea that under their self-destructive burst of attacks, the weapon will break down before its owner.
However, given the other party's personality, they would probably just think that switching to another one would be fine.
Isaac couldn't help but shake his head, reflecting on whether he had really been too verbose.
His gaze fell on the inscription on the mithril sword, and his expression softened involuntarily.
His mother wouldn't find him long-winded.
On the contrary, the other party will tirelessly order him to say those blushing sweet nothings a thousand times.
The noble and aloof knight, upon thinking of his lord, could not help but be distracted, while the prince, who had collapsed to the ground, belatedly looked at his own blade.
Alejo then realized that it wasn't that the dagger's curve wasn't dangerous enough, nor that the blade was half an inch shorter—
The weapon, which was once as sharp as a knife, has long been warped and deformed due to the improper use of force by its owner.
...
"Hmm, what could be the reason for this? It's worth pondering." The chief had never seen anything like this before. He looked at the girl sitting upright in the chair with suspicion and uncertainty, and then hurriedly lowered his head under the Regent's cold gaze.
But at that moment, a hoarse voice rang out, like heavenly music that saved him.
“Perhaps it’s due to mental strength,” Yun Wei said, stepping past the crowd.
After all, he had reached the pinnacle of magic twice, and had systematically studied the knowledge inherited from the Second Dynasty at Sid's mansion. At this moment, he could boldly express his judgment:
"Vivian's mental strength is very strong, which has balanced the power of the Branch of Time within her body."
Magicians are too physically weak, and unlike priests who focus on cultivating their spiritual power, they can often only rely on their fragile yet rich emotions.
When mental strength is insufficient to maintain "self", the mind becomes lost in power, and the body is assimilated and disappears by out-of-control elements.
The bored girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and she cheerfully called out, "Yun Wei!"
"Long time no see, Vivian," Yun Wei replied with a smile. "What I just said was just a guess, but focusing on cultivating mental strength is definitely the right thing to do."
People then noticed that the archmage who had single-handedly suppressed the entire Raphael Mage Corps looked surprisingly young.
But no one dared to raise any questions.
The monks, who were surrounded by a dense crowd, suddenly realized what was happening and nodded repeatedly, eagerly taking out their parchment to record the information.
A feverish blush spread across their faces; they were completely captivated, as if they had found a priceless treasure.
This is a Grand Magus!
This title is not merely a symbol of a powerful individual who has reached the pinnacle of strength, but rather a fitting description of a guiding light on a mysterious journey shrouded in mist.
Every word they uttered was a revelation from the moon goddess Luna, a divine oracle of wisdom!
The necromancer, who had always been hiding, was encountering such a scene of being the center of attention for the first time. He couldn't help but feel intimidated, but he forced himself to maintain his usual composure on the surface.
But the blonde girl smiled sweetly and politely asked what the other mages were thinking: "Then, how should I cultivate my spiritual power?"
She was genuinely puzzled, because she didn't recall ever deliberately training her mental strength.
Yun Wei thought for a moment and replied earnestly, "Maintain abundant emotions, empathize with the stories of others, always remain perceptive, and always remain gentle."
There's a saying circulating in Bili: "Man is born soft and weak, but dies hard and strong." It is precisely because of his softness that he is able to grow, but once he becomes cold and hard, he is heading towards death.
"Similarly, the Branch of Time is an upside-down tree suspended on the sea of spirit, while our spirit is as tender as grass and trees, easily resonating with all things in the world."
"After gaining a deep understanding of 'others,' a 'self' that is distinct from external things is born."
Standing on the rugged wasteland, the mage gazing at the Tower of All Laws patiently explained.
This is the "Question and Answer" that led to the revival of magic.
It happened in the year 800 of the Zhuyuan calendar, on a sunny early summer day.
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