Two days later, Astrid got Lyra’s answer. The pink-haired girl chose to go to the territory of Duke Charles and join the first battlefield where the Valeria Empire and the Kingdom of Velys were fighting.
"...Be careful."
Looking at Lyra who had changed into a clean set of clothes, Astrid said in a low voice.
The pink-haired girl nodded, holding the long sword wrapped in black cloth tightly in her hand.
"Princess Astrid, take care of yourself too."
Duke Charles, she had heard from Princess Astrid that this duke had a close relationship with the royal family and was a powerful force in protecting the royal power.
She didn’t know what the outco of this trip would be.
After simply checking the dry food she was carrying, Lyra boarded the carriage, looked at Astrid standing at the door, and finally waved her hand.
"Have a safe journey."
Hearing the woman’s gentle voice, Lyra opened the carriage window and looked at Astrid in the distance until her figure disappeared.
Her vision began to blur, and the world returned to darkness. When Lyra opened her eyes again, she was back on the familiar high platform.
The illusion... disappeared?
Seeing the Sword of Light within reach, Lyra blinked, looked down, and found that she was still wearing the white dress, the stockings and shoes underneath still intact.
This should be reality... it seems the test ended faster than she thought...
Taking a deep breath, Lyra approached the sword, prepared to be entangled by the flas again, placed her hand on the hilt, and exerted force.
This ti, there was no high temperature that seed to lt the soul. Lyra could feel the sword constantly roaring, and as she moved, the sea of light under the high platform rose and fell.
Exerting force again, the white wall shook violently, and the bricks under her feet moved, giving Lyra the illusion that the sword in her hand was actually the cornerstone of the entire building.
The sword blade passed through the stone bricks, revealing the sharp edge underneath.
As the Sword of Light revealed its true form, a light comparable to the sun radiated from the sword body.
In an instant, Lyra felt her body wrapped in a warm current, and all negative emotions seed insignificant in the face of this warmth.
"Lyra Beckett..."
In the depths of her mind, Lyra heard a strange woman’s voice calling her na.
’Who are you... the original owner of this sword...’
Lyra tried to respond, but there was no sound in her mind, and instead, a lot of information flooded in.
The previous illusion was indeed created by the sword itself, and its purpose was to initially understand the character of the sword drawer.
The two illusions corresponded to the first, third, and fourth items of the trial.
When Lyra drew the sword for the second ti, the Sword of Light ford an invisible connection with her soul.
This Early connection included fate, mory, emotions, and even psychological activities.
In other words, in the last illusion, Lyra’s considerations and thoughts when facing various choices were also within the scope of the assessnt, but the weight was slightly lower than specific actions.
While receiving this sudden information, Lyra closed her eyes, placed the sword in front of her, and pressed it against the bricks.
This sword is called the Holy Immaculate Sword of Lightt, and it has the power to attract all the light in the world.
The higher the light elent affinity of the sword holder, the greater the power it can exert.
In addition, this sword has other uses, including shaping armor, space storage, and light elent collection.
In a trance, Lyra saw so mories that did not belong to her. In a light group like the sun, this sword absorbed the light and beca the first ray of light to cut through the surrounding darkness.
....
At The Imperial Capital, the third floor of the Elizabeth Academy of Magic Library, Astrid held a book and stood between the bookshelves, her eyes occasionally falling on the clock in the distance and the place where Lyra disappeared.
It had been an hour since the trial started. Although the original text did not specifically describe the ti flow of Lyra’s trial, Astrid estimated that it would not take too long.
At least it shouldn’t exceed dinner ti, the heroine in the plot had studied her own weapon for a long ti after obtaining it, and then went to the restaurant where she was provoked by the S-class students, followed by a series of classic hidden outbursts of the royal family.
Always paying attention to whether anyone was approaching, Astrid put down the "Compendium of Light Attribute Magic" she had been holding for half a day and took out another book from the bookshelf.
Although Lyra in the novel successfully obtained the Sword of Light, the process was not easy, and there was a slight chance of failure in recognizing the master.
Now that there was an extra variable that shouldn’t have been there, Lyra’s ntality must have changed a lot. Whether she could be recognized by the Sword of Light was actually unknown.
As long as it wasn’t 100%, there was a chance of failure. It had been so long without seeing anyone, and even Astrid was a little worried.
If the heroine failed to draw the sword, the impact on the future plot would be imasurable.
After flipping through a few pages, Astrid rubbed the brooch on her dress, her bright red eyes silently looking at the empty row on the bookshelf.
She didn’t know how Lyra was doing.
After all, they had been together for more than a year, and there was a preliminary emotional foundation between them.
Astrid couldn’t help but worry about Lyra, the silly and silly maid who served her every day.
"Creak, creak..."
The clock kept ticking, and after another quarter of an hour, Astrid felt a slight fluctuation of light attribute particles in the space, then turned to look at the place where Lyra was standing.
Just as she blinked, a pink-haired girl suddenly appeared in her sight.
Lyra was holding a book with both hands, her legs standing straight, and her overall temperant slightly different from before.
This kind of aura... it should be successful...
Returning to reality, the bubbling and popping sound in her ears quickly dissipated.
Lyra looked at the book in her hand, the extrely small sword-shaped light mark disappeared, and instead, the back of her hand slightly glowed.
Turning her wrist, Lyra imdiately saw the source of the light.
Her index finger, the pink and round nail, had a small sword mark on it.
With a thought, the light on the mark quickly dimd, and in a few seconds, even the mark itself completely disappeared.
Thinking of making it bright again, the light mark, which was smaller than a fingernail, appeared again and quickly glowed according to Lyra’s will.
If she wanted to... she could summon the sword...
The information that had been transmitted to her mind told Lyra about the use of the Sword of Light, and she was about to experint when she suddenly rembered that she was in the library, where there were many people and it would be troubleso if she made too much noise.
Holding the book that might also be important, Lyra turned around and imdiately saw Astrid standing beside her.
"As... Princess Astrid?"
Noticing that the other party’s pupils reflected her face, Lyra stiffened for half a second, then quickly realized that this was reality and the person in front of her was the real Princess Astrid.
"Can you tell ... what happened just now..."
Looking at Lyra holding the book with both hands, Astrid said in a calm voice.
"How did you suddenly disappear and then suddenly appear?"
Astrid naturally knew what had happened, but the details still needed to be supplented by Lyra.
First, the book didn’t describe the Sword of Light in such detail, and so information she needed might have been missed.
Second, Astrid was indeed curious about the content of the trial.
Thinking that the person asking her was her good friend and the person she had a crush on, Lyra didn’t intend to hide anything, but this was a public place, and it didn’t seem appropriate to talk.
Sensing Lyra’s hesitation, Astrid took the opportunity to speak.
"Let’s go to the private reading room, I have the key."
Private reading room? The one belonging to Professor Evelyn?
Half a minute later, standing in front of the sign that read "Professor of Linguistics," Lyra was stunned.
How did Princess Astrid have the key to her room?
In the private reading room of the linguistics professor at the Elizabeth Academy of Magic library, Lyra sat at the desk, her fair and delicate face tinged with a faint blush, her slender legs tightly pressed together, and her lips pursed.
Princess Astrid... this posture...
Across from Lyra, a silver-haired, red-eyed woman in a black dress crossed her legs, gently holding Lyra’s hand as if it were a rare treasure, her eyes never leaving the glowing mark.
Noticing Astrid’s gaze wandering between her fingers, Lyra instinctively tensed her lower back, one shoe pressing against the floor tiles while the heel of the other loafer touched the chair leg, swallowing subtly a few tis.
Those who knew would understand that Princess Astrid was examining the glowing mark... those who didn’t would probably think she was proposing...
Just missing a ring.
Shaking her head to clear away the random thoughts, Lyra looked at Astrid in front of her, hesitated for a few seconds, and then spoke softly.
"Has Your Highness Astrid noticed anything?"
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