The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

Everyone was stunned and stood frozen in place. Benedict, who had been warned in advance, took a deep breath and was the first to come to his senses. He then disregarded his manners and squatted down, hiding in the crowd.

The citizens affected by the aura began to panic and instinctively fled in the direction away from Maginus.

Many of the assassins recovered after a brief moment of paralysis, and looking at the chaotic crowd, they suddenly realized that they could no longer find Benedict.

"Benedict, son of the devil! If you're so capable, then face us head-on!"

The incompetent assassin shouted, but how could the young man, a veteran of the battlefield, be provoked by such words? He crouched on the ground, waiting for rescue.

At the same time, he was also somewhat confused as to why this group of people called him the son of the devil.

Everything happened in just a few minutes. The assassins went against the flow, dodging the crowd and heading towards Maginus and Benedict's location. However, before they could get close, a strong wind completely blew away the original fog!

Wind-making technique!

The strong wind dissipated the fog, revealing everyone to the outside world. Beyond the fog, a group of warriors clad in heavy black armor were ready, their bodies radiating a chilling aura.

They recognized the disguised assassins almost instantly and charged towards them, pushing aside the civilians blocking their way.

Chapter 140 Ambition

The heavily armored black knight ignored the fright and injury suffered by the people and strode towards those who seemed suspicious enough. Benedict breathed a sigh of relief and got up from the crowd.

Immediately, some warriors surrounded him to protect him. Maginus was about to be separated, but the young man stopped him from doing so.

Benedict brushed off the non-existent dust from his clothes and calmly ordered, "Try to keep as many alive as possible. If your lives are threatened, then forget about them."

“Understood, sir.” The knight spoke to him in a fervent tone, as if he trusted Benedict implicitly.

"Is this the army you led, the one that fought against a lord of Neserys and won the battle?"

"Magenus asked curiously," Benedict asked with a proud expression. Hearing the question, the knights around him straightened their chests, looking extremely proud.

"That's right. I built and promoted this team from scratch, and it's the battle I fought alongside them that we won."

The girl looked at the soldiers' heavy armor with some confusion: "So why give it such an unremarkable name as Coal?"

"I hope they can, as the magician said, transform ordinary coal into diamonds under intense pressure. Besides, coal is actually a rather prominent name in the military."

Recalling his military service, Benedict's eyes lit up with reminiscence:

"Lion, lion, dove, black shadow, crow... Most people like to use animals or some grand names to name their teams. As a result, some weak names become very eye-catching."

As the two men talked about the army, Maginus, his mind divided, observed the tall and strong soldiers around him. He determined that he could only take on about three at most, and no more than that. His only option was to run away first and then defeat them one by one.

The assassins who came to kill Benedict were quickly captured. He bid farewell to the Coal Legion soldiers and Maginus, and led the captured men into the mansion.

The girl turned and entered the alley, pondering who had sent those people on her way to the training ground.

That's easy to guess. Judging from their indignant statement that Benedict was the son of the devil, they are probably the ones who knew about the prophecy.

Having learned of the prophecy and confirmed that Benedict was the prophesied son, they sent someone to kill him; this person was likely a member of the royal family.

If it were the king, he would have made his move long ago, when Benedict was still in the capital. At that time, it would have been easy to subdue the young knight. Even if he only learned the truth now, the king could have easily sent Benedict back first.

So, could it be Ronald Faston?

The sound of warriors chopping down trees reached Maginus's ears. She glanced at the logging camp, found a patch of woodland, and gripped her somewhat dull and rusty iron sword again. Her killing intent was hidden deep in her heart, and then she unleashed it with all her might!

Running forward, the girl swung her iron sword, the rusty blade colliding with the tree for a brief pause before cleaving the sapling in two.

Maginus didn't stop. He took a deep breath, looked at the trees behind him, and ran faster.

The longsword that had cut down the tree before was swung behind her with inertia. The girl, who was running, suddenly leaped up lightly, spun half a circle, and slashed at a tree!

Another tree fell, and Maginus, having regained her footing, exhaled and softly summarized:

"Relying on rotation to generate power is too dangerous; the enemy won't give me any chance to rotate..."

"No, we can't think of it that way. The 'Smooth Strike' is meant to be used when facing an enemy's encirclement. The enemy will definitely not just be standing in front of me, but around me. That's when the 'Smooth Strike' will be useful."

Looking around at the trees, Maginus changed his original actions. After cutting down a large tree, he did not run to find other trees, but instead spun around and cut down the one next to him.

The surrounding trees fell in a circle. Maginus stopped attacking to recover from the stun, and counted the trees that had been cut down. There were five in total.

She wouldn't stand still and let herself be attacked, but with her sword speed, she wouldn't escape much either. Besides, if it were her protector, cutting through ordinary heavy armor would be as easy as cutting melons and vegetables, and it should be even easier for her.

While Maginus was training, Benedict was in his basement listening to the muffled groans and howls coming from the cell.

The assassins, whose suicide attempts were thwarted, are being tortured. Benedict, like Maginus, recalls what someone had said about the devil's child and has some unsettling thoughts in his mind.

He had heard many stories, both true and fictional, written by bards, including tales of royal children who supposedly died but were actually alive and living among the common people.

Could he be...? No, his father is Royatide, he can't possibly have the surname Stone, and he's definitely not some drowned devil's son.

"Ronal must have finally found out that I saw him eating people, and he's coming after me to ensure his own safety."

Benedict consoled himself with these thoughts, his emotions a complex mix of fear and dread, but beneath these feelings lay a deep ambition and expectation.

If I were really a member of the royal family, would that mean I even have the qualifications to compete for the throne?

After thinking about many things, Benedict's mind finally focused not on anything else, but on the beautiful girl who was already deeply imprinted in his mind.

"My lord, we've already gotten the answer."

As he was lost in thought, a soldier covered in blood emerged from the cell. The sounds inside had ceased. Benedict stood up and asked, "So, whose men is he?"

The warrior before me had removed his helmet, his blood-stained face bearing a solemn expression: "He says he was sent by Prince Ronald, and his mission is to kill you, the son of a demon."

Those of lower status frankly did not know what it meant. All the nobles present remained silent, letting the prophecy fall into silence, so very few people knew the prophecy's meaning.

Benedict didn't offer any explanation to the soldier, and his heart sank.

Despite his ambition, when he learned that he might be the prince who was drowned, or the king's illegitimate son, he was still worried about the future mentioned in the prophecy, which involved fighting the demon Ronald.

"Father……"

Since Ronald made the first move, Benedic felt the urgency and knew he couldn't just sit idly by. He turned his attention to the capital, eager to get some answers from Royalteid.

Before we go any further, let's explain to Elliott what's wrong with Ronaldo. Of course, some things, like my identity, need to be kept secret.

Chapter 141 Questioning

On the training grounds of Sylvis Manor, Maginus stood on the wooden wall and ran quickly. Her body was stable, and she moved as if walking on flat ground. She swung her longsword normally and could also perform actions such as spinning, slashing, and jumping.

That's right, she can stand on the wall and jump up, then instead of falling to the ground, she defies gravity and lands back on the wall to continue running.

As the psychic energy surrounding her body dissipated, Maginus's sense of gravity returned to normal. She jumped off the wall and landed on the real ground, sheathing her protector.

With only about a week left before Lenya's departure for the capital, Maginus has completed his training in the psionic skill of wall-climbing and is currently familiarizing himself with it, trying to make it as instinctive as possible.

This period has remained very peaceful, at least for her and Lenia, but for Benedict, things haven't been so calm lately.

With the promulgation of certain policies, many assassins from all walks of life wanted to take action against him, which made him rarely come to the Silvers Manor under disguise.

He came openly and openly, constantly contacting Elliott, seemingly wanting to form an alliance with him in order to take over Gold and Silver City.

On the surface, Count Elliott had been muddying things up, brushing them off with a laugh. To outsiders, he seemed to have no desire to talk about it and always stood on the side of the overall interests of the nobles of Gold and Silver City.

In reality, Elliott had secretly allied with Benedict, and the reason for this alliance was because he had learned of Ronaldo's whereabouts.

However, he still refused Benedict's request, telling him righteously that Lenia had to buy the family some breathing room, which was something every beneficiary of the family should do.

However, the count thanked the young man and said that he would secretly send more people to protect Lenia, and was also willing to pay for the information Benedict had revealed and help him try to take control of Gold and Silver City.

As for Sir Benedict's assassination by Prince Ronald, Maginus had informed Elliott, and his nonchalant attitude made the girl understand that at least for now, everything was still in his plan.

……

"Finally liberated!"

A sound filled with relief and joy rang out. Maginus looked at her room door that had been opened, and Lenia rushed into her room and pounced on the bed, spinning around without any grace.

With only seven days left before heading to the capital, her etiquette course finally came to an end. She had barely met the etiquette teacher's standards and was thus released, which was considered her last bit of free time.

Maginus closed the book in her hand and asked, "What are you going to do in the remaining seven days?"

"I said goodbye to my best friends, and that was it."

Suddenly finding herself with nothing to do, the young lady felt a little empty. She thought about what to do next, but realized there was nothing that was particularly worthy of her attention.

Hearing Lenya say this, the girl once again thought of her family and began to offer words of advice:

"Since there's nothing else, spend more time with the Countess and the Earl. You probably won't see each other for a long time, maybe a year, maybe two."

Maginus's words made Lenia stand up abruptly. The young lady, who was about to leave home for the capital, deeply felt the sadness carried in his calm tone. She silently glanced at the girl and nodded to indicate that she agreed with Maginus's idea.

“Hey, Mine, I’m a little scared to go to the capital G. There’s no one I can trust there. Maybe I’ll run into someone I know.”

The red-haired girl turned to meet the young lady's gaze, her eyes slightly tilted as if she were thinking of something to comfort her. She quickly looked back at her and said something that, while not exactly comforting, offered a sense of reassurance:

"I won't say things like 'With me here, you'll definitely be safe and sound.' What I can guarantee is that as long as I live, I will protect you to the best of my ability."

"Oh, really? That's wonderful. But can you really defeat the warriors who are suitors of Prince Ronald...?"

"It's man-made."

Lenia was clearly in a much better mood after talking with Maginus. She left the room with light steps, closing the door behind her.

As she left the room, Maginus instinctively placed her hand on her chest, as if questioning herself.

How much of what I said is true and how much is false?

Even Maginus herself didn't know if she was truly sincere, saying things like, "As long as I live, I will absolutely protect you to the best of my ability..."

Do I consider Lenya a friend?

Leaning back in her chair, she asked herself this question. After three or four months of getting to know each other, Maginus felt that she had already considered Lenia a friend.

Can I really protect her at the cost of my life? I still need to take revenge.

The girl looked up out the window. The falling yellow maple leaves heralded the arrival of autumn. Maginus watched the maple leaves fall quietly, as if watching each life wither away.

She didn't know if she could give up her life, burdened with a blood feud and forced to live, just to protect a friend she had known for three or four months.

I probably can't, since my life no longer belongs to me.

"I haven't faced such a choice yet," Maginus thought, feeling that her heart was as hard as steel and she was no longer moved by anything external.

……

"Mother, please let me stay with you a little longer!"

Following Maginus's advice, Lenia nestled affectionately in her mother's arms, hugging Lady Sylvie tightly and feeling her warmth and broad embrace.

Lady Silvers looked helpless, her eyes full of pity, but she said, "I'm going to see your father today. Do you want to come with me?"

"Well……"

Lenya recalled her father's face, a face that held both sternness and love. Although she rationally understood his choice, she still felt some resentment towards him for sacrificing himself for the survival of the family. She released her grip on her mother's hand and turned away defiantly.

The lady gently stroked the young lady's hair, got up and left the room, took a meal and went to the study. She knocked on the door and opened it only after receiving a response.

"Why are you delivering the food today?"

Seeing that the visitor was his wife, Elliott couldn't help but smile. His wife didn't say anything, but placed the dinner on the empty table to the side.

Before the count sat down for dinner, she came up behind him and massaged his stiff shoulders, speaking with distress and sadness about Lenia: "I just suddenly thought about how my daughter would suffer, and I felt like crying."

The smile on Elliott's face vanished. As he ate his dinner, the image of Maginus's resolute and indifferent expression flashed through his mind.

"Only temporary hardship can enable us to fight against Tant Faststone. If we don't even resist, the consequences will be worse than those of the Imperius royal family. At that time, will our daughter die, or will she wander alone on the path of revenge for us?"

Chapter 142 The Capital of the Crystal Salt Kingdom

Seven days passed, and a somewhat sad day arrived for the Silvers family.

There were many spies observing from the shadows. Elliott and Mrs. Silvers put down what they were doing and stood in front of the caravan, watching their daughter.

Following Maginus's advice, Lenia, who had spent most of her time with her parents, held their hands. When it was time to part, her indifferent mood vanished, replaced by reluctance and fear of the unknown.

What kind of person is my fiancé? Will I like him? How will he see me? How many dangers will I encounter...?

Many questions she had pondered before resurfaced, but instead of hugging her parents and crying, Lenia wiped her eyes and gave a strong smile: "Then I'll be going now. I'll write to you when I get there."

"Wait, put this on."

Before the young lady could board the carriage, Earl Elliott called her again, took out a necklace from his pocket, took off the one from his daughter's neck, put the one in his hand on her, and then whispered a few words in her ear.

Clutching the blue gemstone hanging from the necklace, Lenya nodded vigorously, couldn't help but hug her father and mother before hurriedly boarding the carriage.

Elliott watched his daughter board the carriage, then immediately glanced at Maginos, who was about to follow. The girl noticed this and turned around. The count whispered to her:

“I entrust my daughter to you, Miss Mine.”

"Ah."

After responding softly, Maginus and the others boarded the carriage and saw Lenia silently weeping while holding a handkerchief. The maids following her were comforting her, but the young lady's tears still flowed uncontrollably.