"Boom!"
After a vigorous explosion, crimson flas and pitch-black Magic Power burst open in the room, blowing away all the furniture, overturning the rug on the floor, and even causing cracks to appear on the floorboards, shaking the entire hall.
Under such impact, the mirrors placed in the room naturally had no chance of surviving and shattered instantly, turning into a myriad of glass fragnts.
The mont the mirror shattered, a girl from within swept out, landing opposite Reiger.
Reiger, however, treated the incoming flas and explosion as if they were nothing; even though he stood amid them, he did not take a single step back, not even his clothes were slightly damaged. He turned leisurely to face the girl who had landed opposite him.
"Ah, you’ve found ."
The girl who erged from the mirror laughed, showing no awareness of having attacked soone, planning to put them to death.
"Elf Knight Tristan?"
Reiger glanced at the other party and uttered their na.
Unexpectedly, they directly attacked.
"Ding-dong—"
Accompanied by the sound of a harp, invisible harp strings transford into attacks, harsh like a at grinder, and suddenly twisted towards Reiger.
The ferocity of the attack, with its raging montum, left no doubt that the attack aid to tear Reiger apart.
"[Radiant Golden Red Body]."
Reiger casually activated his Magic, causing golden Magic Power to appear around his body.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!..."
In an instant, a series of invisible slashes hit Reiger, igniting the noise of chopping flesh.
However, under the influence of the defensive Magic which could negate slashing attack properties, the fierce attacks lost their power, failing to cause even a slight wound on Reiger, let alone make him shed a drop of blood.
"Tch."
The ravishing girl holding a harp imdiately clicked her tongue in displeasure.
"Why won’t you just die quietly?" the girl said, "I was being rciful, not torturing you but giving you a quick end. Isn’t it rude to reject soone’s kindness like this?"
Upon hearing this, Reiger narrowed his eyes and looked at the displeased face of the Elf Knight Tristan, suddenly extending his finger again.
"[Thunder Strike]."
Sparks sprang from Reiger’s fingertips, and a slim bolt of lightning shot towards Tristan.
"...!"
Tristan, with a look of displeasure, instinctively moved away from his spot.
"Boom!"
The laser-like lightning imdiately struck the wall, causing a muffled blast and revealing a layer of transparent barrier.
Perhaps due to the barrier, the wall struck by the Magic was not destroyed, rely showing streaks of electricity moving across it.
Reiger then withdrew his finger.
"Why would you dodge?" Reiger, feigning confusion, spoke to the unsightly-faced Tristan, "Wouldn’t it be easier just to die? Otherwise, as you put it, isn’t that quite rude?"
"You...!"
Tristan was easily infuriated.
"Clap—clap—clap—clap—"
At this mont, a slow clapping sound erged.
A man walked out of the shadows, applauding and laughing heartily.
"To see sobody render the young miss like this? How rare!"
The man laughed at this.
"Beryl!"
Tristan glared at the man furiously, causing him to raise his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"Sorry, sorry, it’s not every day I see soone daring to backtalk the young miss. Unlike Woodworth, who only insults brutishly, such a beautiful retort simply couldn’t be overlooked."
The man’s overly refreshing words caused Tristan to angrily turn her head away.
If it were anyone else daring to talk about her like that, with Tristan’s temperant, she would have likely cut their feet off by now, but only Beryl could make her turn a blind eye; this preferential treatnt was indeed unique.
"Beryl Gate?"
Reiger looked sowhat surprised at the slender, wolf-like man.
This guy was also involved?
"Yo, hello there."
Beryl, unaware that Reiger had just decided to keep an eye on him days before, energetically greeted him upon seeing Reiger’s surprised expression.
"I never imagined that the future husband of Her Majesty the Queen would know such an insignificant person like ; what an honor."
Hearing this, Reiger put away his surprised expression.
"Insignificant human?" Reiger looked aningfully at Beryl, saying, "You are no insignificant human."
"...Ho?" Beryl also dropped the smile from his face, staring at Reiger, saying, "It seems you know quite a bit about , fitting for soone the Queen has set her eyes on."
"Still, this is indeed surprising."
"I’ve never heard that the prophesied Child of Prophecy was a human, you know?"
With these words, Tristan, regardless of Reiger, reacted strongly.
"What?" Tristan said in extre surprise and shock, "He’s a human?"
"That’s right." Beryl remained as brisk as ever, saying, "Although I don’t know why other elves haven’t noticed, my intuition alone was enough to tell."
In the Fairy Country of Britain, elves generally differentiate themselves from humans based on scent, Magic Power, and appearance.
Like the forr Altoria and Woodworth, they used appearance to identify Reiger, believing he was not an elf from the Teragonal Tribes and quite different from the Winged Tribe, and with the King’s Tribe having only one mber while the Mirror Tribe had nearly vanished, Woodworth concluded that Reiger was an elf from Paradise, the Child of Prophecy.
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