"Getting these guys to escape... Ronald, you really are kind-hearted."
Watching all these people flee, Catherine jumped down from her high vantage point and teased him:
"But do you really think they can escape?"
"Not to ntion our battle here in a day, just surviving in this perilous city is already a challenging goal."
Ronald had a completely different perspective:
"I know it's difficult."
"But in a place like this, getting so guidance is always better than having no hope at all."
"I don't have such self-deceptive thoughts," Catherine said, "In a crisis, one must rely on their own efforts."
"By the way," Catherine changed the topic lightly, referring to the scene she had just seen, "I saw their actions, as if they were going to give you sothing?"
Ronald sighed and then explained:
"They want to provide with a shelter to survive in the Fire City."
"According to them, the buildings in the city are safer the closer they are to the lava lake, avoiding the fire tongues' attacks."
"Hmph—" Catherine sneered, dismissing the notion.
As victims with rapidly changing populations under the crisis of the Fire City might not have the chance to find out, but how could she not see through it!
"They are deliberately driving 'fuel' into the rooms closer to the lava lake, making it convenient for the Fire Elent Demigod to quickly, massively, and easily obtain 'fuel' when in urgent need."
Ronald followed Catherine's words, also speaking coldly:
"And the ignorant people in the city don't even realize their pursuit of safety is rushing headlong into the abyss of death."
"..."
Regarding this matter, Ronald and Catherine expressed their opinions.
They understood the idea of seeking common ground while reserving differences, thus had no intention of changing each other's thinking, just viewing the conversation as a ans of communicating opinions.
Next, they continued their unfinished tasks.
Due to the Fire Elent Demigod's keen perception of Magic Power, the investigation was relatively simpler, and it concluded soon. Afterward, Ronald and Catherine exchanged their findings, inford each other of their spells and abilities, and began practicing tactics according to the actual situation here.
It must be admitted—Catherine is indeed very strong.
Although she only uses the original canon of the 'Galactic Empire,' the work itself is an all-encompassing masterpiece, and Catherine, who has mastered all its spells, can be considered a versatile individual.
Close combat, ranged spells, healing, foresight, analysis, flight, concealnt, enhancent… as long as there is a concept, Catherine can handle it all single-handedly!
Especially under the comprehensive enhancent of the Complete Technique.
These abilities are further strengthened and perfectly unified in one person.
Unless it's soone like Ronald, a special exception, it's really hard to find anyone to match Catherine.
So much so that after the tactical discussion ended, Ronald couldn't help but ask:
"Catherine, do you really need my help for this battle?"
Smiling at Ronald, Catherine replied:
If possible, I'd certainly prefer to solve the problem by myself. But in the foresight of [Psychological History], I definitely can't handle it alone. As for finding helpers—only soone of your caliber qualifies."
Ronald shrugged, aware of his own strength, knowing what kind of assistance he could provide needed no further words.
Then he asked:
"Should we wait here or go back to the square?"
This ti, Catherine didn't directly answer Ronald but first gathered Magic Power and began to chant:
"His na is Gale Donik, originally just a country kid, he had never been to Trantor before. Or rather, he hadn't really been here..."
The foresight ability of [Psychological History] unfolded.
Catherine obtained a precise answer, but it was not to Ronald's question.
"The result of the spell prediction... We are about to face variables."
"This may aid our actions, or destroy all hope?"
"..."
Recalling his experiences, Ronald imdiately made a judgnt:
"[Psychological History] is indeed better than ordinary prophecies. They usually answer questions but don't provide this crucial insight."
"Rather than the variables, you are more concerned about my spell?" Catherine laughed at Ronald's unusual focus and explained, "Actually, there's no better or worse, just different inclinations."
"..."
A few simple exchanges later.
Neither Ronald nor Catherine ntioned this again.
Or rather, during the conversation, they exchanged glances and understood each other's stance on this matter.
—Variables arising, whether challenges or assistance.
—They both had confidence to continue!
As for how the situation will turn out... That's sothing to experience in actual action.
Thus they left the lava lake.
Because Catherine mastered the Prophetic Spell, she led the way, while Ronald continued to pay attention to the surrounding situations.
In just half an hour, [Psychological History]'s prediction took effect imdiately.
At the edge of their reconnaissance range, an unusual and scorching source of Magic Power appeared, its state unstable and filled with fluctuating energies.
Ronald raised an eyebrow and directly turned towards the location of the Magic Power source:
"The spell's prediction... the effect arrives quickly huh?"
"That's a good thing," Catherine responded confidently, "Out sooner, resolved sooner. This way, when dealing with the Fire Elent Demigod, we can have more ti to prepare."
Ronald and Catherine swiftly traversed the city, quickly approaching the location of the Magic Power source.
In this area, the buildings showed signs of extensive damage, everywhere was in chaos. Observing closely, one would find that most of this damage was new, clearly occurring not long ago.
As for the victims who should have been hiding here...
When danger approached, they all fled in desperation, leaving none behind to even ask what happened.
With no other source of information, Ronald and Catherine naturally continued towards the source of Magic Power.
They finally stopped at the southeastern corner of the ruins.
It was a wall that collapsed inward during impacts.
Fortunately, it was not a load-bearing wall, so the building's frawork remained intact.
Through the large hole in the wall, a fireball mingling red and blue flas flickered within the building, its temperature fluctuating.
Catherine pointed at the thing in front of her, casting a peculiar look towards Ronald:
"If I rember correctly."
"Ronald, isn't this the fireball that chased after you previously?"
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