Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

"Mr. Bud, this matter hasn't been truly settled yet. We still don't know what these vampires are up to." After all, simply resurrecting the demon general wouldn't do them any good. Clearly, there's still something shrouded in mystery. Elsa suggested, "The sage must be waiting for good news from us, so I'm going back to the underground palace now, but I want to take that guy with me."

Aisha pointed at Alman.

At this moment, Alman no longer had the cautious and calm look he had before. His head had gradually recovered, but no new hair had grown, so his entire head looked like an ostrich egg without eyebrows or hair. He kept muttering "blood curse" and "clone" in a daze, his eyes wandering and absent-minded, and the deep despair in his eyes made him look like an old man.

Bud glanced at Alman and knew that he was the mastermind of this attack, or in other words, the apparent commander. It would be safer to hand him over to the sage, as he had a lot of information worth digging deeper into.

"In that case... I will put the strongest shackles on him and leave him to the wise master."

"No, it's okay. I'll take it away."

Elsa grabbed Alman's collar with one hand, which made Alman frightened.

"What are you doing? What do you want to do to me!?"

Elsa ignored him. In the shocked and complicated eyes of Bud and the other knights, Elsa jumped up with Alman in her hand and quickly left the fortress.

Winnie, Thorne and Caesar stood on the city wall, all looking at the departing figure with longing. Although the explosion in the air was harsh, it made people feel extremely reassured.

Ruth also looked in the direction where Aisha left, with light in her eyes.

……

Elsa did not rush to the underground palace immediately, but landed in the middle of a deep pit outside the city. She dug several layers of the crystal ground before finally pulling out the spear given by the old priest. With a slight shake, a layer of crystal blocks fell down.

The spear was still scorching hot at this time, and the air was distorted by its heat, but Elsa held it tightly, not moving an inch. She saw deep and shallow scratches on the spear, and it looked like it had lost its original luster.

Elsa looked at the spear and couldn't help feeling distressed.

——This was the first time she had ever gotten hold of such a handy weapon. It would be such a shame if it broke. Besides, this was a farewell gift left to her by the old priest. It couldn't be broken into pieces so quickly, right?

It seems that the spear still cannot withstand a full 10% of the force, otherwise there is still a risk of it breaking.

Aisha sighed and put the spear back into the space equipment with a distressed look on her face.

Alman stood there trembling with fear, wishing he could shrink his neck into his clothes, watching Elsa violently lift up the entire ground again and again, not daring to breathe.

Elsa turned around and picked him up again, which made him feel very weak and humiliated, but there was nothing he could do.

Along the way, he was thinking carefully about what Elsa had said to him before - now his connection with the Blood Curse clone has been completely severed, and the "self" in the Blood Curse clone is no longer under his control, so is it still him?

Of course it does, but this is from an outsider’s perspective.

For him, it certainly doesn't count.

Because if he died now, his consciousness and soul here would be completely erased. Even if his clone was still alive, what would it have to do with him?

This frightened him even more.

Because he understands himself, just as his clone understands him. The current clone probably doesn't know that he is still alive, and will definitely think that he is dead, and will immediately use the convenience of the clone to directly inherit - in his view, that is seizure, seizing everything he left there, the personality, power, connections, property, everything that should belong to him, and then the clone will become the real him.

At that time, even if he really escaped back, he would only be hunted down by his clone.

Because at that time, the clone could no longer accommodate his original body.

And just as Elsa said, for the clone, his original body, which now possesses the original blood and soul, is actually a great tonic. If the clone wants to restore its original strength, eating him now is the best and simplest way.

Knowing himself, he would really do it if he had the chance.

The more he thought about it, the scarier it became. He felt like he might never be able to go back.

No... What we should think about now is whether we can escape from this person.

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81. How much do you know about yourself?

Before Elsa returned to the underground palace, the good news from the fortress had already reached the ears of Shibern and Pittman through the transmission of several magicians and magical equipment.

They quickly relayed the news to Celisilda.

This method of transmitting messages is very common, but the information transmitted in this way is very brief. The brief information can only be understood after comparison and rearrangement, and even then the information is still very poor.

So Hibbert and Pittman could only get a general idea, and Celyhilda could only hear a general idea.

"That's what happened... Sage, thanks to the messenger you sent, the fortress is safe."

Shibern's tone finally became much more relaxed, but one could still hear his suppressed grief. After all, many people died in this attack, which was an unacceptable loss for a lord. Moreover, this attack also made the so-called "strongest fortress" become empty talk, which was undoubtedly a shame for the Shibern family.

In comparison, Bishop Pittman seemed much calmer. While he was feeling sad about the death of the leader of the magician group and a group of soldiers and civilians, he also felt an indescribable emotion in his heart - Lord Shiborn did not know who the so-called "messenger" was yet, so how could Pittman not know?

Before today, Pittman knew nothing about Elsa, or rather, he had some prejudices against her. He began to congratulate himself on not acting on those prejudices, which was truly the wisest and most fortunate thing he had done. Now that he thought about it, his earlier "gift" wasn't without reward. He calculated the time and realized he had completely misjudged Elsa's strength—less than a quarter of an hour had passed since the Sage had sent her out. It was incredibly fast.

Celisilda breathed a sigh of relief.

While feeling sad about the loss of life, Celyhilda also had the same doubts as Pittman - she did not expect that the matter would be resolved so quickly at first.

Vampires are not so easy to deal with. They have many different methods and are tenacious. The magic rooted in blood makes even experienced fighters extremely troubled. Therefore, Cerehilda placed her hopes on Elsa - because Elsa is outstanding. Anyone who can deal with the monsters in the cave alone can at least ensure her own safety when facing vampires. On top of that, Elsa's unique ability will surely be very effective when fighting against vampires who excel in blood magic.

But even so, Serilihilda had thought that being able to resolve the crisis in the fortress before the demon general woke up would be the best outcome. However, the good news from the fortress came almost not long after the crows left.

Soon, Cerihilda saw Elsa carrying Alman and the exhausted-looking crow. If Elsa hadn't taken a detour to retrieve her spear, the crow probably wouldn't have returned here at the same time as Elsa. It had been flying very hard.

"Sage, the matter has been resolved. We have apprehended the attacker—he is the main culprit."

Aisha forced Alman to kneel on the ground. Alman looked very frightened and didn't dare to look up.

"Thank you for your hard work, Elsa Faris." Celisilda was becoming more and more satisfied and fond of Elsa. Her face was expressionless, but her voice was full of laughter. She glanced at Alman and then turned her gaze to the circling crows. "And you, Crow, you did a good job too."

ga-

The crow looked dejected and did not respond directly to Celihilda's praise, which made Celihilda very strange - because normally, a crow that had made some achievements would definitely hold its head high and ask for praise.

"Come back, Crow, let me borrow your eyes."

Celisilda stretched out her hand, and the crow flapped its wings and landed directly on her shoulder. It cried dejectedly for a few times, as if it was in a very low mood. Then it turned into black mist and disappeared. Celisilda took back her magic power, and finally saw the crow's memory from it, everything the crow had seen - from the time it chased Elsa until the huge explosion almost blew it away.

boom--

Celisilda's lifeless eyes no longer moved, but stared at the rising flames. At this moment, she was like a crow at that time, flapping its wings helplessly to resist the turbulent wind.

She froze in place.

The crow's magical vision could see very far away. Serilildah saw Elsa's battle in the fortress with extraordinary clarity. Her gaze followed Elsa, becoming more complicated every second. She looked at the amazing strength Elsa displayed, and finally stopped at the power of the gun that was absolutely unforgettable at first sight.

It's not like Serilihilda had never seen this level of power before, but that was a hero, a saint, and herself at the peak of her powers forty years ago. Moreover, no one, even they, could do it so casually - just by lifting and throwing, such a simple method could display such powerful strength.

It takes time to accumulate magic. The greater the power, the more difficult it is to condense it instantly. This is true not only for magic power, but for any power.

But Elsa is different.

Celisilda understood what this meant better than anyone else—Elsa's true power was far beyond what she displayed. Compared to the brave warrior and the saint, Elsa's existence was completely contrary to the norm.

"Elsa Faris..."

Celisilda's tone changed, her attention no longer on Alman, but on Elsa, staring intently into her eyes.

For the first time in forty years, she felt her heart tremble. This was not only because of the instinctive fear after realizing Elsa's power, but also because of excitement and excitement.

"Elsa—please allow me to call you that, and please just call me Patriculosia, or Tricia. To be honest, we must talk. Crow—"

Cerihilda raised her hand and summoned the crows again.

"Take him out and keep him under guard."

The crow raised its head and caaked, its body swelled up, and it carried Alman away in its beak. Alman did not resist at all during the whole process and looked resigned to his fate.

As Cerrihilda watched the crow leave, the complexity in her eyes deepened.

A minute ago, she would have absolutely valued Alman, the commander of the attackers, and would have tried every possible way to pry any useful information out of Alman's mouth, but now it was different. She couldn't even care about the seal - compared to Elsa, vampires, seals, and demon generals all had to take a back seat.

As the most powerful wizard among humans, Celyhilda has great confidence in her own judgment.

But the only problem now is that from the beginning to the end, the impression Elsa left on Serilihilda was that of an ignorant girl, or rather, a girl who lacked understanding of everything about herself. Serilihilda had seen this feeling in her eyes more than once.

Facing Elsa's clear gaze, Celyhilda felt tremendous pressure.

She took a deep breath and said solemnly:

"—Elsa, how much do you know about yourself?"

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[Wow, wow, I'm sorry... I've only just finished the second chapter... I really don't have time...]

[There will probably only be two updates today... Sorry...]

82. She needs a record

To be honest, Serilda felt that she had failed miserably in this matter with Elsa.

Although her life span of over a hundred years is not worth mentioning for truly long-lived species such as elves, vampires, and dragons, as a human being, her experience and knowledge far exceeds that of most people. Of course, since she has been busy with magic research and fighting for most of her life and neglected national governance and aristocratic politics, all her experience is especially reflected in her knowledge of war, strategy, magic, and knowledge.

But even so, during her two contacts with Elsa, Serilihilda did not anticipate that Elsa's true strength would be so beyond her expectations - this is perhaps also the feeling that anyone would have after seeing Elsa's strength.

It is undeniable that the series of urgent issues such as the seal and the demon general interfered with Serilda's judgment, but for Serilda, not doing what she should have done was a mistake in itself. She should have noticed the clues when they first met.

In a battle, this is a mistake that could mean life or death.

But fortunately, there is still time.

What made Serilihilda most thankful was that, in her opinion, Elsa was a just, generous and kind person - otherwise, the real disaster would not be the demon general, the remnants of the demon king's army, or the demon king, but Elsa.

"Elsa, how much do you know about yourself?"

When Celilda asked this question, she was serious and solemn, and her heart was urgent and impatient.

"Myself?" Elsa paused, puzzled by Celisilda's question. "I'm not sure... what exactly do you mean?"

Elsa didn't know how to answer Serilda's question for a moment, because it was too general and she herself had been looking for the answer.

Does she understand herself? Of course not. She also wants to know what happened to her, but at the same time, her uniqueness is also her own secret.

"Anything is fine. I want to know more about you, like your past—your life in Weilin Town. Anything is fine. Can I hear you talk about it?"

Celisilda's expression remained unchanged, and her voice was clear.

Elsa didn't know why Celisilda was bringing up these matters at this time. In her opinion, there was little point in chatting about family matters amidst the current crisis. But after all, she had been reborn, and she could sense that Celisilda had something very important to share with her. This conversation was merely a prelude.

So Elsa cooperated with Cerihilda's small talk.

Their conversation seemed less formal, more like a chat between friends. Serilihilda asked about Elsa's life in Verin Town, her work in the monastery, and finally her views on the empire, humans, and even the world - of course, Elsa had no opinion, because Elsa had not been exposed to so many things since she came to this world.

Gradually, Serilda became more and more certain of her guess.

Elsa has no idea of ​​her own strength. Specifically, Elsa lacks what a strong person should take for granted - awareness of herself and awareness of others.

On the road to becoming stronger, there are more or less obstacles, big or small, and these obstacles form the proof of one's strength. For example, a year ago, someone had to rely on doing odd jobs and carrying bags for other adventurers to earn a meager living, but now he can take on high-level commissions and earn enough to live a rich life. Then he will feel that he has become stronger in the process. His strength can be measured by the monsters he hunts, the level of commissions he takes on, and the amount of his rewards.

In contrast, Elsa had no equal from the start, and no one could judge her by. Any standards introduced from the outside world were inapplicable to Elsa, because there were no established standards to measure her.

Yes, Weilin Town is not that big. In such a remote border town with limited information, no one would care too much about Elsa, unless there was someone who recognized her talent - perhaps this is why Father Angus sent Elsa here. From the fact that the priest handed the spear to Elsa, it can be seen that the priest valued and recognized her.

However, if Father Angus knew Aisha's true strength, why didn't he even prepare a letter of introduction?

This was also what puzzled Serilda.

Cerihilda took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

Elsa's strength did not require her affirmation, but in the current situation, she had to tell Elsa this fact -

"Elsa, there are some things I can't accurately judge, but... what I'm going to say is... you are very strong, Elsa. You are far stronger than anyone I've ever met. Your strength is unmatched, and not even the demon king can stop your power. You have already stood at the pinnacle of this world. From today on, this continent, this world, will be changed because of your appearance. Do you... understand what I mean?"

Her words startled Elsa, this kind of affirmation far exceeded Elsa's own opinion of herself.

"I won't lie to you, Elsa. You must understand this correctly..." Serilda walked towards Elsa seriously and stopped in front of her. "Actually... you didn't use your full strength at the fortress, did you?"

Celisilda stared closely into Elsa's eyes. Now, she felt an immense pressure just by standing in front of Elsa.

"Ah."

Elsa nodded - Serilindah thought to herself, as expected. But even though she had guessed it would be like this, the surging emotions she felt when she received Elsa's acknowledgement still made it difficult for Serilindah to speak for a while.

"Elsa, how far can you go with your full strength?"

"I have no idea……"

"Can I...see it for myself?"

"I'm afraid it's not appropriate. I have a feeling something bad will happen if I use all my strength."