Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

Theresa paused for a moment, then replied with some relief:

"If everyone on the Military Commission were like you, that would be great."

"Your Highness, there are quite a few who support you in the Military Council. It's not that the General and the Royal Court do not recognize your rule, but that you yourself have relinquished your authority. By giving up the struggle, you have also given up the Military Council. The Royal Court, including General Theresa, is looking forward to the return of Theresa, who once held a longsword and a battle flag. If you hadn't insisted on choosing the white dove, General Theresa wouldn't have been so angry as to take on the responsibility personally."

Shining was somewhat agitated; this was the first time Theresa had ever seen the taciturn Exorcist speak so much. After all, they were comrades who had once crawled under tables together; even without using Originium Arts, Theresa could tell that Shining wasn't lying.

By abandoning the battle flag and choosing the white dove, did the Military Commission betray her, or did she abandon the Military Commission?

Theresa kept this question to herself, because she saw Theresa, dressed in a well-fitting Victorian suit, walking briskly toward her in the distance.

She will think about this issue carefully. But for now, she should focus on the present matter.

"General,"

Theresa changed her address.

"Bozokasti is back."

Theresis paused, glancing at the masked pardoner Shining beside him, then at Theresa, and immediately understood what had just happened. He didn't interrogate Shining, but instead gave Theresa a deep look and said with a hint of mockery:

"Should I go and change back into my clothes?"

Theresa gave a wry smile:

"It was just a coincidence. I had no intention of getting rid of you. If this hadn't happened, I would really have liked to visit the school."

Therese shrugged, offering no comment.

He looked at Shining and asked, "Bozokaste, I remember this person, a member of the Wendigo clan, who betrayed Kazdel a long time ago and went to Ursus. Does he dare to come back?"

"He did not defect; his departure was with my permission."

"Theresia explained. Theresis frowned, glaring at Theresia with undisguised reproach, and retorted:"

"It's because of your agreeable nature that powerful warriors like the Wendigo are lost and forced to serve others! Do you know how rare the Wendigo are? Bozokas can replace an entire legion for every Wendigo!"

“He has the right to choose freely! Sarkaz should be free. We have no reason to restrict his legitimate demands!”

"That's enough, I don't want to argue with you here."

Theresis suppressed her anger, speaking coldly and forcefully, no longer looking at Theresia, and asked Shining:

"Let's assume he left Kazdel legally with the Demon Lord's approval. So why is he back now? Has the Exorcist found out?"

Shining glanced at Theresa with concern, then replied:

"The investigation has been completed. He returned to request a witchcraft item from a female demon."

"What is its function?"

"According to the investigation, that banshee specializes in obscure life and purification witchcraft, and the function of her witchcraft items is... to ward off disasters and prolong life."

P.S.: Okay, it's officially finished. What do you all think?

I already discussed the basic concepts last night, so I won't go into detail here.

By the way, I can finally explain the meaning behind the previous illustration of Theresa's wedding dress. In that drawing, I specifically asked the artist to add a longsword and a white dove, and to depict the hem of the wedding dress as burning. Yes, those represent the two different stages of Theresa mentioned in this chapter. Finally, the ultimate evolution, Theresa (EX Perfect Form), possessing both the white dove and the longsword, embodying the resolve for both war and peace!

Chapter Ninety-Three: Because she is my daughter

Former site of Kazdel, unknown neighborhood.

The mobile city of Kazdel has officially moved into Victoria's territory under the instructions of Wayne and Theresa. Victoria has a vast territory with large areas of barren land outside each border. Kazdel can lie dormant on this land and gradually become a normal, qualified mobile city without any impact.

The old site of Kazdel, along with some of the older Sarkaz who were unwilling to leave their homeland, remained where they were. They would not be abandoned; given Theresis's high regard for Sarkaz talent, he would not give up such a vast wealth of talent. The Military Council would be responsible for persuading each of the Sarkaz there to move to the new Kazdel, and the Absolute Masters would closely monitor every movement within the entire old Kazdel site.

Faced with the military committee representatives who came four times a day, once in the morning, once at noon, once in the evening, and once for a late-night snack, the Sarkaz of Kazdel finally understood what "sincerity" meant. After ten days to half a month, those who agreed basically all agreed, and those who disagreed would be "made to agree voluntarily" by the military committee once Theresis was free from the school.

The banshee Elefy was one of these die-hards. She believed in eternity and pursued a life that was so long as to be endless. Therefore, she was also the most outstanding master of life in the Sarkaz sorcery, a special magical field that was independent of Originium Arts.

Legend has it that she has existed since ancient times, experiencing the wars of the Quiron era, the displacement of the Manto era, the conquests of the pre-Theresia era, and the numerous conflicts of the post-Theresia era. She did not join the military council, and even her name is unknown to most Sarkaz, but she is undoubtedly the person with the deepest foundation in the field of life magic. Even the Blood Demon Prince in the royal court must respectfully address her as "senior" upon hearing her name.

But this very person is now being harassed relentlessly by Wendigo, who is much younger than him.

“Bozokasti, I respect you. The Wendigo bloodline is ancient and ancient. You are the only race qualified to compete with the Blood Demon in terms of life force. For the sake of your patriarch, I will agree to help you with this small favor. But can you think carefully about whether you are truly sober?”

Unlike most people who become more taciturn with age, the banshee Elefee deeply understood that the decay of the soul was far more terrifying than the decay of the body. However, even the Empire of Consciousness was an uncharted and inaccessible realm for her; she could only enhance the "activity" of her soul through other means. For example, by gesticulating wildly, being unpredictable in mood, and talking incessantly.

At that moment, she waved the request form that Bozocas had given her, loudly complaining:

"Look at what you've written on this! Have you forgotten how to write Sarkaz? Your handwriting is so crooked and messy. I've lived for thousands of years and I've never seen anyone with worse handwriting than you!"

Bozokas's eyes flashed red, he raised his hand, stiffly moved his fingers, then nodded and said:

"Feel sorry."

"Sorry?" Ellefi's mouth dropped open as she stared at Bozocas, whose towering figure towered over her, his pale face, untouched by the passage of time, etched with astonishment. "That's it? You're not going to say anything more? Like, explain what's on this list, or just translate it for me, or at the very least..."

"At the very least, it's okay if you explain why your handwriting is so bad..."

Ellefi's voice trailed off, her distinctively pointed ears drooping slowly, for she realized that no matter what she said, no matter how much, how loud, or how outrageous it was, the Wendigo before her remained silent. He neither answered nor moved; were it not for the bright red light still gleaming in his deep-set eyes, Ellefi would have thought he was dead.

"What's wrong with you, Bozokastie? You weren't like this when you left before."

Ellef frowned and recalled,

"Back then, you were holding that little girl Theresa's hand and talking a lot of nonsense. You were much more talkative then than you are now. What, now that you're all rich and powerful, the Shadow of War of the Ursus Empire, the invincible Wendigo General, and you even followed your patriarch's example by establishing the [Ursus Wendigo Legion], defeating even the hundred-eyed, thousand-fingered, foul-smelling long-limbed demons of Sunset Canyon, you've returned to Kazdel, yet you're so taciturn?"

"There's an old saying in Yan: 'To return home in glory is like wearing fine clothes at night.' Surely you don't understand this principle?"

"I just felt... you could understand it..."

Bozokasti finally responded, his voice broken and muffled, like a dull drumbeat.

"My...throat...lungs...Oripathy...speaking...is quite difficult."

"Oripathy...? You? Wendigo?"

Ellefi suddenly took a step back, as if to avoid something, creating distance between himself and Bozocasti.

"This is outrageous, Wendigo! You didn't contract Oripathy in Kazdel, but after going to the Ursus Empire, all your glory has been exchanged for this incurable disease? What was your reason for going to Ursus? Just to shorten your lifespan?"

"I... do not pursue... a long life."

“If you weren’t seeking to prolong your life, you wouldn’t have come to me, Wendigo.”

Ellef shouted,

“I’ll say it again. Out of respect for your clan leader’s help to me, I’ll lend you a hand this time. Even though a pure-blooded Wendigo is infected with Oripathy, it still has a strong vitality. With my sorcery, it won’t be difficult to extend your lifespan to almost the same as your normal lifespan. Moreover, this is a valuable experience.”

"No...."

"No?" Ellefi looked up.

“No…” Bozokastie said with difficulty.

"What do you mean?" Ellefi stood up, tiptoed, and tried to pat Bozocasti's back to make him feel better, but she failed. In the end, she could only settle for second best and pat his thigh lightly. "Speak slowly, sir, don't choke."

You're much older than me...

Bozokast didn't say that; he didn't have the energy to rant about something so trivial.

"It's not me... I want to ask you... to give me a... amulet... to save my daughter."

Upon hearing about his daughter, Ellefi immediately became interested and quickly asked, "You're married? Who is he? Is he a Sarkaz? Is he a Wendigo? And is your daughter also a pure-blooded Wendigo? This is fantastic news! Go tell your patriarch, that old man Sanders will be overjoyed for years to come!"

Bozokasti: "..."

Marriage...children...

That was truly a warm memory. It was one of the few peaceful times in his war-filled memories, a time when he could warm his body not with the blood of enemies, but with the embrace of his loved ones.

Unfortunately, those days, along with his son, were destroyed by him.

Bozokasti took a deep breath, and the massive exhaust fan on his chest immediately increased its speed to aid breathing. When he opened his eyes again, his memories had faded, and he replied:

“No... she's my adopted daughter... she's a... Carter.”

The Cartes are a fragile race with short lifespans; Ellefe might only need to sleep for a moment before they have already multiplied for generations.

"You traveled all the way back from Ursus, dragging your body infected with Oripathy, just so I could prolong the life of your adopted daughter? And you didn't even bring her with you, just to take a talisman from me?"

Ellefi, for some reason, even seemed somewhat angry, and warned:

“Bozokastie, let me make this clear. This is the third time I’m repeating this: I’m helping you because your Wendigo royal court’s patriarch, Sanders, helped me before, and I owe him a favor, so I’m taking care of his descendant. This favor is very valuable; there’s only one, and it’s limited to one person. You can find countless Caucas in your long life, so why go to such lengths for a little guy? Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the laws of life. Short-lived races are destined to die. Even if you can stop it once, there will be countless more times in the future. You should get used to it. Have you thought this through?”

“I…I’ve thought it through…” Bozokastie replied after a moment of silence.

Ellefi nodded, a smile of "you're teachable" on her face, and turned around to prepare for an unprecedented large-scale witchcraft to heal the Wendigo's body. The materials needed might deplete her entire hundred-year inventory, and healing a pure-blooded Wendigo would require double that amount!

Anyone with eyes can see that this is definitely more cost-effective than getting a talisman that can be made in a few minutes.

My own life is definitely more valuable than anyone else's.

Ellefi thought this without a doubt.

But the next second, Bozokasti grabbed her arm, shook his head under her bewildered gaze, and said firmly:

"I want... a talisman...."

"Why?" Ellefi exclaimed in disbelief.

How could anyone be so stupid? To risk their own life to save others, to forsake immortality for a few years of a short-lived species. Ellefi simply couldn't comprehend this behavior; Bozocasti was a rare pure-blooded Wendigo!

Sanders doesn't have many years left to live. Once he falls, according to bloodline theory, the next master of the Wendigo court will be the last remaining pure-blooded Wendigo—Bozokasti. But how long can an Oripathy patient hold that position? Not to mention, Bozokasti also plans to leave Kazdel!

He simultaneously abandoned life, reason, and power. Why? By what right?

"Because...she is...my daughter!"

Chapter Ninety-Four: The Search for Immortality

"Since you've put it that way, then I have nothing more to say."

Ellefi looked at his arm, which was being tightly gripped by Bozocasti, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and wiped the smile off his face, speaking coldly.

“Sit in the scar market for a few days, or go see if any old friends are still here in this wasteland. I will let you know when I finish making the amulet, or you can come here to find me in a week. But now, once you leave here, I don’t want to see you.”

Ellefi's words were ruthless, showing no trace of his previous playful demeanor.

This is her character. As a banshee, her race is actually far less long-lived than the Sarkaz Blood Demons or the Wendigo. Yet, she is a true immortal. She relies not on bloodline or talent, but on her fervent love of life.