As Costate continued speaking, her voice gradually lowered.
She noticed Ronald's current expression and quickly realized sothing after glancing at Coya.
"Wait, sir!"
"Could it be that the sanctuary of the Polar School is located in this Arctic continent?"
"Coya didn't perish with the Cold Wave back then, but was sealed here?"
Costate's guess was entirely correct.
Ronald naturally nodded affirmatively and explained:
"Costate, you're absolutely right."
"In fact, just now I released Ms. Coya from the seal, and the Cold Wave with whom she had a conflict is truly dead."
Costate completely trusted Ronald's judgnt.
So, with this simple explanation, the maid walked back to Coya and apologetically lowered her head:
"Ms. Coya, I am very sorry."
"No, no, no, no!" Seeing Costate's actions, the elderly caster was even more agitated. Coya stepped forward and held Costate's hands ant for a courtesy, her voice trembling severely:
"I, I can understand all your choices!"
"This... this actually, is only because of the peculiar timing of my appearance, and has nothing to do with you."
"There is absolutely no need to apologize!"
Ronald never imagined he'd witness such a scene.
At this mont, facing Costate, Coya's deanor was akin to a fan eting their idol.
A thought imdiately floated to mind.
After all, Costate symbolized the pinnacle of mystical technology, and perhaps during that unique era, she held an unexpected status among these casters?
"You! You few!"
Just then, a noble observing their interaction could no longer suppress his emotions.
He wasn't entirely sure of these strangers' powers, but the city-state forces backing him gave him the courage to continue boasting.
"This land is already recognized by the gods!"
"I tell you, if you pledge allegiance to now, you can be the first courtiers of this new territory. For a noble or just an ordinary person, this is a supre honor!"
"..."
The noble's attitude remained much the sa as before.
However, upon careful thought, so details had changed.
For instance, though he still coveted the young girl before him and her lantern of the great sea, his approach shifted from outright plunder to offering allegiance for benefits.
In the face of Ronald and Coya suddenly appearing here.
He briefly assessed their numbers and strength and made his own judgnt.
Unfortunately, the newcors had no intention of discussing such matters with him.
Ronald was about to refuse all negotiations from the other party.
But before he could, Coya saw the nobleman's gaze on Costate. The old caster's expression shifted from caution with Costate to extre anger:
"Presumptuous! You worthless fool!"
"To utter such despicable words, do you know to whom you're speaking?"
Coya's attitude was extrely furious.
But having just awoken from a seal, she didn't showcase her spell proficiency in intimidation. As a forr leader of a large school, she was exceptionally cautious with details.
After all, indirectly, the young Ronald who subdued her earlier prompted a thought in Coya's mind—this era's casters might surpass her contemporaries in abilities.
In decoding original texts and spell research.
People who've endured centuries couldn't have made no technological advancents.
Yet this subtle misunderstanding only emboldened the noble.
Seeing Coya's furious stance without any action, the noble arguing with Ronald and others felt even more confident.
"Listen! O Interpreter of Oracles!"
"I am Sir Donster, the new lord of Liasania!"
"Regardless of your identity, this new land is now my expanding territory, and since you're standing on it, you should show respect to as a lord!"
Swish—
The next second, seemingly as a demonstration.
The lord began to display his unimpressive, investigator-level Magic Fluctuation.
In his view.
The dual role of noble lord and caster in so ways ford absolute intimidation.
"..."
And across from him, Coya's reaction did provide the lord with so smug satisfaction.
Because after his display, the elderly woman appeared as if she'd witnessed sothing shocking, quickly casting a curious glance towards Ronald.
In the noble's eyes.
Coya had clearly realized his identity and power, and was now seeking help from her companions!
Of course, in reality, it was a bit different.
Because seeing the noble's actions, Coya's glance towards Ronald actually ant—"This guy, is this all he's got?"
This phenonon.
Exceeds Coya's understanding of casters.
anwhile, Costate entirely grasped Coya's thoughts.
As soone who has traversed two eras, the maid knew what such a scenario would evoke within this caster from the Dark Age.
Costate's behavioral pattern was always predictable.
Apart from Ronald, she wasn't considerate of others' feelings when speaking.
So, she imdiately spoke up:
"Ms. Coya, casters of this age have extre polarization of abilities."
"So top school implenters have indeed delved deeper into spell research, and the leaders mastering original texts might even surpass those of the past, like Queen Gried, the strongest caster I've seen in my centuries!"
At this point, Costate paused, and her gaze drifted to Ronald:
"Of course, she's the strongest except for sir."
"Costate! No need to flattery at such a ti!"
Ronald imdiately corrected Costate's behavior, and the maid continued with the previous topic:
"But at the sa ti, so remote areas are increasingly degenerative."
"Their adherence to ancient systems and traditions, in stagnation and corruption, has greatly weakened their abilities."
Costate's voice wasn't loud, but loud enough for everyone present to hear.
And this result.
Made the noble's face overflow with anger!
"Woman! What nonsense are you spouting?"
"You know..."
"Peasant, you're the one who should shut up!" Coya directly interrupted the noble's shouting.
At the sa ti, the elderly secular figure waved a hand.
Swish—
An ice blade instantly ford in her hand and slashed straight towards the noble's head!
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