Cornflower Witch

Chapter 276 Past Events

Protecting Princess Musa behind her, Hiltiya discarded the burned cedar spiral lance, and a meticulously crafted two-handed sword appeared in her hand.

Originally, she had prepared four gifts for her former friends: a long-handled axe for Ray, a two-handed greatsword for Mick, a short sword for Komia, and a longbow for Karen.

I didn't expect that I would only give away one item, and still have the remaining three in my possession, but it's just what I need to use now.

Wielding her greatsword, Hilti stepped forward, her eyes gleaming as she locked onto her opponent's movements, avoiding the beam of light emanating from Gabriel's eyes.

Although Jobs' current rank is probably around 'Fourth-Order Alien', the rank he has crudely built up can only be used in an extremely crude way. He has wasted a lot of power. It's like a skilled craftsman using fine silk to sew exquisite clothes, while a savage who knows nothing about it only knows how to use silk to start a fire and cook.

A 'fourth-order alien' in a state of equilibrium of the three phases of law, containing only power but lacking knowledge, skills, practice, and trials, is nothing more than a cripple.

After dodging a few times, Hiltiya understood Gabriel's simple and simplistic attack methods. She gripped her white two-handed greatsword and moved with ease, avoiding the rays from her side. The terrifying pressure brought by her rank did not have any effect on her.

After easily dodging the attack once again, Hiltiah had already closed in on her opponent. She turned and spun around, her two greatswords swinging with her waist, slashing down heavily and severing one of Gabriel's arms. Eerie blue-purple blood flowed out, mixed with some shimmering stardust.

After being injured, Jobs' face contorted in pain as he roared in agony, becoming even more enraged. He intensified his attacks, with several beams nearly hitting Princess Musa in the distance. Faced with this state of affairs, the princess tried to rouse him to his senses, but all her efforts were in vain.

'Alien' is an exceptionally special concept, representing a power that does not belong to this world. Ordinary people have no contact with anything related to 'alien' and have no way of understanding it. If they try to understand it by force, it may cause mental pollution and confusion.

Without learning any secrets or undergoing any training related to the aliens, Prince Jobs was suddenly infused with a large amount of alien power. Under such circumstances, his consciousness was already confused and lost. Now he was just acting on some kind of low-level instinct, and instinctively attacking anything that might threaten him.

Prince Gabriel's attacks became increasingly rapid, but Hiltija responded with increasing ease. She could even see through the energy flow within his body and the details of the entire process of activating his ray ability. This meant that the girl had already sensed Prince Gabriel's attack while he was still locking on and charging up, and with a slight movement, she was able to avoid his target.

After several attacks, Gabriel's momentum weakened. At this moment, Silti stepped forward, gripped her greatsword, and a mark of oath flashed in her bright eyes.

【The Sword of Amorepacific Poetry】

The sacred sword, sworn to banish the beast of dusk, is equally effective against the 'alien' life forms that are the origin of the twisted monsters.

A holy light emanated from the blade, with wisps of light flowing and spreading like flowers, covering the entire sword.

Carrying the blade adorned with sacred flower patterns, Hiltiya thrust forward with all her might, piercing through the invisible barrier in front of Jobs, penetrating his chest, and drawing forth a torrent of blue-purple blood.

Then the sword was pulled out, and another stream of blood appeared. Jobs' strength poured out with the wound, and his body became unsteady as he slowly knelt down.

At this moment, he stopped attacking. The retreat of his 'alien' nature caused his strange appearance to gradually fade, restoring him to some of his former appearance.

Seeing this, Princess Musa staggered over and struggled to hold Steve Jobs' head in her arms.

The blue-purple dissipation in his pupils finally brought some clarity back to Steve Jobs' eyes. However, his time was running out. Siltia's sword had not only pierced his body but also his destiny, which caused the power of the 'alien' to dissipate.

Everything before his eyes was blurry and indistinct; Jobs could no longer see anything clearly, only hearing Princess Musa's cries beside him.

His chest heaved, and he coughed again, expelling some bloody foam.

Hearing his sister's cries, his previously distorted face finally softened somewhat.

"I'm...I'm sorry, sister."

“I’ve never been as good as my brothers; I always fail to do things well.”

"I couldn't bring you back to White Cliff City to be the most beautiful princess." His eyes were empty as he stared at the blurry night sky. "Do you remember when we were little? Back then, when Sister Matissa was still at home, I broke something. It was the 'Blood Crystal Flower' that Brother Leon brought back for you from the distant coast."

“I was afraid of being scolded by my father and disliked by you, so I said that Iona broke it.”

“Iona was also very beautiful. At that time, many people in the palace said she was even more beautiful than my sister. I was very dissatisfied at the time, so I framed her.”

“She was very proud and refused to admit that she did it. Her sister Matissa scolded her for it, which eventually led to her leaving the palace.”

“I didn’t expect things to be this serious. It’s because of this that Viscount Karen and my father have developed a rift.”

"I don't know if the 'Battle of the Windmills' was due to the rift between Viscount Cullen and my father, which led to the final defeat. This matter has always been on my mind, and I've never dared to say it."

"I'm sorry, sister, can you forgive me?"

“It’s alright, I forgive you,” Princess Musa replied, her voice trembling with tears.

Upon hearing this, Jobs' expression completely relaxed, and he slowly closed his eyes and stopped breathing.

Looking at the gradually cooling body in her arms, Princess Musa's cries were choked with sobs, and her beautiful eyes became red and swollen.

Siltia, who stood to the side with her sword, listened silently to Gabriel's last words, sighed in her heart, and thought of Iona, who had fought her that night.

If the incident involving Gabriel hadn't happened, Iona would probably have stayed in the palace, growing up as the princess's companion and best friend. Viscount Karen would have also trusted Grand Duke Regas implicitly, and would have been able to give their all in the 'Battle of the Windmills'. Perhaps the Kingdom of Regas wouldn't be in its current state.

Unfortunately, it's all just a hypothetical scenario. A butterfly's single flap of its wings led to a series of unexpected changes.

Outside the massive barrier, the giant three-headed hellhound continued to tear at the barrier, trying to get in. Under its attack, the isolation barrier of the ritual array had become so thin that it was on the verge of collapse.

However, at this moment, twelve of the seventeen-layered magic array in the sky had already been deployed, and another dazzling halo shot down from the beacon, striking the earth. The invisible alien force field expanded, blasting away the three-headed hellhound outside the barrier.

In this way, it will take the other party some time to rebuild their body.

The matter wasn't over yet. Hilti looked up at the clouds that kept breaking through the sky, and the faint scents of the outside world seeped in, giving her a strange feeling of unfamiliarity yet also intimacy.

At this point, it is no longer appropriate to use the 'Castle' class to fight.

Hilti removed the badge from her armor and placed it in Princess Musa's palm.

"Take this; it should protect you from corruption within the magic circle," she instructed the princess.

Facing the boy who had saved her several times, Musa wiped away her tears and accepted the badge.

"Thank you."

Facing Hilti, she felt conflicted, grateful but unsure how to respond.

After settling Princess Musa in, Hilti gently tossed her long hair, gazing at the distant sky that seemed to be calling to her, before disappearing into the depths of the magic circle.

An alien planet, an alien world—how much of her background and origins can be found in this mission?

(End of this chapter)