After destroying the weapons and armor of the Lord’s magic puppet, Hilia dutifully reported a major safety hazard to the Lord, emphasizing the need for him to enhance the quality of his people to prevent any more random collisions.
Lord Winter listened humbly throughout, without any discontent, and did not find her unreasonable.
Only after Hilia left satisfied did his face turn grim.
He looked at Crisis, "Tell , why were you here, and why did you get into a conflict with an unknown mage?"
"I..."
Crisis hesitantly recounted the events, saying he was passing by, heard so commotion, and upon entering saw a girl committing violence. Just as he was about to act righteously, a mysterious mage stopped him, tangling with him and even freezing his foot.
Only after being severely beaten by Winter did Crisis truthfully recount the situation that occurred after Hilia stopped him.
After listening, Winter pondered for a mont, "This mysterious mage must be the backing of that girl. Only then would the girl dare to recklessly slaughter mbers of the Fla Sun Association with the power of a Tier One Mage."
Crisis nodded repeatedly, "Exactly, when the girl went to the Warm Tavern to kill, I was puzzled why so many mages from the Fla Sun Association, many with magic puppets, didn’t stop her, instead one of our underlings was killed by her.
"This mysterious mage must have helped her fend off all the mages, allowing her to kill smoothly."
He paused and cautiously looked at his father, "Do we still need to handle this?"
"Handle it? How?" Winter glared at him and gave him a kick, "First figure out how to fix my sword, you foolish thing. How did I end up with such a foolish son? After so long, don’t you know not to provoke unknown people for no reason?"
"I..."
Crisis opened his mouth, not daring to speak.
Damn Frandy, may your Fla Sun Association be destroyed!
...
Hilia left very happily.
She had expended all her magic power and spiritual power for that final punch to break the defense, and the effect was quite good.
Punching and breaking the thousand-pound giant sword shocked the onlookers, making Hilia very pleased.
"Lord Rose, how about it? Am I impressive?"
She naively sought praise from Rose.
Rose bluntly said, "Indeed, quite impressive. You’ve stacked buffs for so long, used up all your magic power and spiritual power, and finally broke the person’s armor. Even after defeating their magic puppet, you were unscathed. You’re this."
Rose gave a thumbs up.
Hilia: "..."
She felt unconvinced, but upon careful thought, although she shattered the person’s weapon and equipnt with one punch, the person had used no magic aside from enchantnt, which ant all her combat resources were spent on breaking defenses, resulting in zero actual damage.
"But, but breaking soone’s weapon is sothing an average person can’t do! Plus, my goal wasn’t to fight him; breaking the defense deals more psychological damage against a Heavy Sword Master than an actual battle!"
"You’re right, but that was the battle strategy I taught you."
Hilia fell silent.
Sigh, getting praise from Lord Rose is so difficult!
Murmuring to herself, Hilia moved back towards where Anarce was located.
By this ti, Anarce had already finished clearing the third location, leaving only one of her four enemies.
"Speaking of which, with the gang being decimated like this, hasn’t their president shown up yet?"
Hilia wondered.
"He has already shown up and is waiting for Anarce at the final location," Rose replied.
"Then Anarce... might not be able to defeat the opponent, right?"
Hilia worried.
She didn’t know the strength of the Fla Sun Association’s president, but she guessed he was at least a Tier Two Mage if not a Tier Three. Having fought at three different locations, Anarce’s magic power was probably almost depleted, and the final battle with the president would likely be grim.
"Don’t worry, her master is already here."
"Oh... I almost forgot, Anarce has beco soone else’s follower mage."
Hilia patted her head, feeling sowhat lancholic.
Although a follower mage has more freedom than a servant, it’s still essentially a master-servant relationship.
And the servant happens to be her friend, which felt uncomfortable to her due to so of Rose’s ideological inputs.
"If it feels uncomfortable, just bla it on the Divine King. He’s the one who led the Gods to push the whole world back to a feudal slave society," Rose chuckled.
Hilia: "..."
Watching as they slowly approached the last destination, a shop called Fla Sun’s Love, Hilia murmured, "I don’t know who brought this situation, but for a mage from a commoner family, becoming soone else’s follower mage is the best path.
"For those who don’t beco follower mages, they either beco free rcenaries or serve as guards for rchants—both more dangerous and less lucrative than being a follower for a noble.
"Apart from these three, other professions have high requirents. Anarce living well is already good enough..."
Rose chuckled lightly, "Except for rcenaries, all other professions have high requirents, and the requirents to be a noble follower are much higher than to beco an Assistant Priest in the Holy Court, blacksmith, or spellcraft apprentice. Which noble would want a cannon-fodder mage as their follower? Unless they were aiming for cannon fodder from the start."
"Hmm... Is that so?" Hilia didn’t quite understand. She thought it was easier to beco a noble’s follower since Doris always wanted her to be her follower mage.
"You feel it’s easy because you’re very pretty. Many nobles like beautiful female mages regardless of their talents. Although Anarce isn’t as pretty as you, she’s still quite appealing. Do you think Nosen was interested in her talent, or her looks?"
"Probably both... Anyone admitted to the Divine Magic Academy wouldn’t have poor talent."
Rose didn’t continue talking because by then, Anarce had reached the entrance of Fla Sun’s Love.
She did not hesitate and walked right in.
At this mont, dusk was fading, and night was falling.
Rose revealed the internal situation to Hilia.
Inside, just as Rose said, a large number of people from the Fla Sun Association had gathered, including their president.
Dozens of mages with magic puppets were ready inside the shop, surrounded by many mages without magic puppets and ordinary thugs with weapons.
Anarce imdiately spotted a particular mage; her lips turned pale, but she still said, full of murderous intent, "Marshall, your death is near!"
The president stood up, "Young lady, I admire your bravery and prowess. You might have so small grudges with our Fla Sun Association, but those are fleeting matters. I’m Frandy, the quasi-Tier Three Mage and president, officially inviting you to join the Fla Sun Association. If you join, I can overlook your destruction of the Warm Tavern and the killing of Fla Sun Association mbers."
"Small grudges? Destroying my family and turning my life upside down are small grudges?"
Anarce chuckled coldly, her eyes red, hair disheveled, and she seed ntally unstable.
"Hand over Marshall, and I will spare your lives!"
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