"Hmm …"
Salia nodded lightly. She hugged Many's arms tighter, and her little head rested on Many's shoulders, unwilling to let go.
But before she could be affectionate for a few seconds, Athena, who was beside her, bit on the little girl's sleeve and tugged lightly.
"Athena, how have you been?"
Many reached out to caress the unusually white and handsome unicorn. The unicorn didn't show off like it used to. Instead, it lowered its head slightly, and its white mane hung down, allowing Many to comb it.
"She's become so sensible."
For the first time in many days, Many smiled from the bottom of his heart. He glanced at the statue of Gracier, which he had been staring at for a while. Just like that, he carried Salia and walked towards the small garden beside Count's residence. It looked as if he was taking a leisurely stroll in the afternoon.
In this chaotic world, Many was satisfied to have a moment of rest.
Sitting on the bench, Salia blushed and no longer clung to Many's body. She sat at the side and leaned lightly on Many's shoulder. She narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Brother, it seems like there's going to be a war."
"Hmm, Salia, study well. What do you want to do in the future?"
Many looked at the sky and changed the topic. After going through so much, although Salia had been through the baptism of war, Many was unwilling to let the clouds of blood and cruelty shroud this little girl who should have had a happy childhood.
Even as a mage, Many was unwilling to see her as a strategic weapon.
"In the future … I want to be a teacher."
Salia thought for a moment. "But a teacher has to stay in the academy. I want to be … a maid."
"Maid?"
Many was a little confused, but soon felt sad.
"Because that way, I can be with you every day … I can always talk to you, and …" Salia lowered her head. "I can stay like this … I don't have to think about anything."
The little girl had grown up now. She didn't have the courage to say these words in the past.
"Silly girl."
Many pinched Salia's little face lightly. Her blue snake-like hair naughtily brushed past Many's palms. There was a little bit of charm in it, but she was much more reserved than Pandora.
Salia did not say a word. She closed her eyes quietly and enjoyed this rare scene. Her snake tail was slightly raised — this was a sign that Medusa was excited. However, it was completely different from her expressionless face with her eyes closed.
"Once we get through this, through all this, everything will be fine."
Many murmured softly, as if they were talking to themselves at the same time.
Athena gently swung her hand to feed Zaliya. Her big blue eyes secretly looked at Zaliya. Unexpectedly, Zaliya seemed to have heard something. Her face became redder and redder. Finally, she opened her eyes and waved her little fist at Athena. She pouted and said, "Don't say it!
Don't say it! "
Many raised their eyebrows as they watched Salia twist her snake-like waist as if she was going to settle scores with Athena. The latter was dancing dressage and dodging left and right. It seemed like she often played like this.
"This kind of life is not bad."
Nairíos' figure appeared beside Many. He sat upright on the bench and looked at the man and horse who were playing with each other. He sighed softly, but in the next moment, he looked into the distance. "But what will come will come."
Pow!
There was a loud and clear sound. Athena, who was playing, suddenly turned her head and pointed her long horn at the front of Count's mansion. A bolt of lightning fell from the sky. It did not even take half a second from start to finish.
A charred figure appeared in the air and fell to the ground.
Many stood up gently and narrowed her eyes. The horrifying scenes in her mind suddenly surged into her mind.
The figure that fell in the distance was abnormally short. The clothes it wore were also pitch-black, and the dagger in its hand flickered with a faint blue light. After falling, it did not die on the spot. Instead, it propped up its body and raised its head, a pair of pitch-black eyes looking into the distance.
The dark dwarf, the culprit who killed Sylvia, Salia, and Victoria in the illusion created by Nairíos. Now, they had arrived just as Nairíos had predicted.
He abruptly raised his hand and took a step forward. In the next moment, he had already appeared in front of the midget. His fingers grabbed the midget's throat, and the latter was suspended in mid-air with a ferocious expression on his face.
The blue dagger stabbed at Many's arm with all its strength, but it was as if it had stabbed into steel. It stopped a centimeter away from the dwarf's skin.
Many squinted his eyes and the veins on his palms were exposed. Although he did not say anything, his heart was extremely unsettled. Even Nairíos would not understand his current mood.
He raised his head and looked around. Many's expression was ferocious that he had never seen before.
With a sudden wave of his hand, the short figure was instantly thrown out. After flying for a few meters, the dark dwarf's body seemed to have passed through an invisible barrier and instantly turned into a cloud of dust in the air.
His body collapsed, and the dagger in his hand turned into sand that scattered on the ground.
What was even more terrifying was that at this moment, a similar scene appeared outside the Count's mansion. An unimaginable number of phantoms appeared in the air, and before their faces could be seen clearly, they were also scattered into a handful of dirt on the ground.
By the time Zaliya pointed her staff at the possible enemies in front of her, they had completely disappeared from this world. Before she could turn around, Many appeared in front of Zaliya and grabbed her. When she felt a little dizzy, the two of them had already appeared on the teleportation portal not far away.
"Silias."
Many's expression was indescribably grim. From the beginning to the end, he only said this one sentence.
Salia waved her staff without the slightest hesitation. Both of their figures disappeared in a flash of silver light above the teleportation circle.
* * *
"Ka!"
The Empire's number one archmage Sith's silver hair was blown by an invisible wave of air. Although he had not fought with anyone for many years in Sisfel Palace, no one knew how powerful this archmage was.
From a certain point of view, it was extremely easy for lightning archmages to gain the upper hand in a one-on-one battle.
Fast, accurate, and ruthless. These three words were vividly displayed on Sith.
In the great hall of the palace, the magus who had been guarding the city for a long time finally revealed his true strength. Facing the assassin who had triggered the alarm trap, Sith did not hesitate at all.
Thirty meters behind him was Flora's throne. Sith's vigilance was a trait shared by every high-level magus and top-level magus. As soon as the dark gnome triggered the trap, Sith pointed his staff at the figure that had been electrocuted!
"Boom!"
A light bright enough to light up the entire palace flashed. A giant bolt of lightning as thick as a human body struck the tiny figure. The latter exploded on the spot and turned into ashes on the ground.
"Alert!"
"Bang!"
Streaks of lightning appeared on the ground. This was a high-level alarm spell Sith had cast. It was far more effective than the "Static Field" that Sith could cast at any time. At the same time, it could paralyze the intruder for two seconds.