The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

Lenia bowed respectfully, and Ronald reached out and ruffled his fiancée's hair under Benedic's gaze. Then, the two men's eyes met, sparking intense tension in the air.

“Lenia, could you leave first? Sir Benedict and I have some very important matters to discuss.”

"Alright, then I'll take my leave now, Sir Benedict. I'll visit you again sometime."

Ronald spoke, and Lenia's eyes sparkled with curiosity. Sensing that something was amiss, she obediently bowed and closed the door as she and Maginus left the room.

Chapter 175 Brotherly Hatred

With the two women gone, only Benedict Ted and Ronald Faston remained in the room.

Unaware of the presence of the life force mist, the two men, almost the same height, stared at each other without moving or speaking.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional on Royatit's part, this was actually only the second time they had met since they were children, and the atmosphere between them was extremely tense.

Benedic suspects Ronaldo is involved in his father's death, and even if he isn't, Ronaldo has tried to kill him, which is intolerable to Benedic.

Moreover, the scene of the prince touching Lenya's hair just now made him jealous.

Ronald's reasoning, on the other hand, seemed more noble: he wanted to prevent the prophecy from happening and to kill and deal with the so-called demon in the prophecy in advance.

Both sides have their own reasons, and at this stage, they are both eager to kill each other in order to achieve their own goals.

"Should I call you brother?" Benedict spoke first, his tone full of sarcasm and mockery.

“No need. I don’t have a brother like you. It seems you know the truth,” Ronald replied calmly.

The prince's voice made Benedict feel nauseous. He clenched his fists and stared intently at Ronald: "Was my father killed by you?"

"...I've had that thought, but compared to you gaining power, land, an army, and a title, I think a safer approach would be to send someone to assassinate you."

Royatitede was not killed by him.

Ronald went through a lot of roundabout explanations, seemingly trying to prove that he did not kill Count Royati, that he did it, and that he would never admit to not doing it.

Benedict paused for a moment, then asked another question: "There's no room for reconciliation between us, is there?"

"Would you believe me if I said I could reconcile with you?" Ronald chuckled upon hearing this question, then asked seriously in return.

In reality, they all knew that Ronaldo did not want an unstable element in the kingdom he was about to inherit, and Benedic did not believe that Ronaldo was willing to let him go.

From the moment Ronald sent assassins to kill Benedic, the prophetic future of fratricide began to slowly unfold.

"Then let's see whose methods are stronger. But I'm puzzled, does His Majesty the King not intend to kill me outright, Tantefast?"

The young man who was about to inherit the earldom sneered, knowing full well what he was asking, clearly mocking Ronaldo. Benedicio absolutely could not die openly at the hands of a member of the royal family, at least not now.

Otherwise, those nobles would think that the Stone family wanted to purge a group of nobles and then unite to rebel against the king and Ronald.

Once I spread the prophecy and the fact that you are not a member of the Ted family... as long as I get the nobles on my side, I can take action against you.

Ronald thought to himself, putting aside other matters for the moment, and finally glanced at Benedict before turning around, opening the door, and leaving without a word.

Benedic stared at Ronaldo's departing figure, then turned back and sat down in his chair.

The battle has only just begun, and everything is still uncertain.

Just as he was thinking this, an evil aura suddenly appeared beside him. Benedict looked to his side and his hand was already gripping his weapon. However, what appeared was not a monster, but an open piece of paper.

Without touching the note, Benedict read its contents, and it immediately burned itself. The young man then fell into deep thought.

Is it possible that the prophecy is truly unbreakable? If I ignore it, will the prophecy become invalid?

The person who just sent him the letter did not leave a name, only saying that he was a bishop of a cult who had a grudge against Tante Faststone and hoped to help bring about the fulfillment of the prophecy.

If Benedict needs it, they can cooperate temporarily, and then each can use their own methods.

After reading the letter, Benedict couldn't help but snort. He wasn't stupid; why would he want the prophecy to come true? After all, the prophecy would have resulted in his death.

Instead, he thought of the child in the prophecy who "turned into a devil," and his heart became extremely resistant to this cult.

Benedict wanted more than just revenge for his father; he wanted more: the throne, Lenia, and his own survival…

Ignoring the cult members' desire to meet with him, Benedict summoned a servant and ordered him to pass the message to Markuwall, who was currently in charge of cult affairs.

In contrast to following the prophecy, Benedict and Ronaldo actually shared the same view on breaking the prophecy.

Meanwhile, Lenia was curious about what Benedic and Ronald wanted to talk about.

"What do you think those two will talk about? National affairs?"

The young lady was truly unaware of everything. Catherine remained silent, while Maginus changed the subject: "Probably, after all, the Ted family is one of the most prominent families in the capital, and the Queen is also a member of this family."

"Judging from their tense demeanor, are they going to start a fight? Which side should I take?"

Lenya peered worriedly through the gap in the curtains behind her. One was her friend, the other her fiancé; if a fight broke out, she wouldn't know whose side to take.

If you're on the side of reason, should you side with the more valid arguments? If you're on the side of your fiancé, should you side with him?

The girl carefully recalled Benedict's behavior, which reassured Lenia: "Don't worry, Benedict really didn't intend to start a fight. We're all adults, and we won't start a fight over a trivial matter."

Moreover, Benedikt might not even be able to beat Ronaldo.

By comparing the two men's vitality, Maginus could determine that Ronaldo was far stronger than Benedic at this time.

If both men are like furnaces, the Jazz's fire is fueled by coal with many impurities, while the Prince's fire is fueled by high-quality coal, making it burn significantly brighter.

Benedict's profession seems to be providing buffs to the military? I wonder what Ronaldo's profession is.

Maginus rubbed his fingers together, preparing to ask the underground intelligence agency about this.

However, things are getting more and more complicated, which suits the girl's heart perfectly. The bigger the commotion, the better, since all those who die are nobles and citizens of the Crystal Salt Kingdom...

Unconsciously, Maginus had included the masses in the category of "death doesn't matter." It was only after a long time, when she was lying in bed, that she realized something was wrong, and the effects of her killing intent were gradually becoming more severe.

Unfortunately, she didn't have a good opportunity to act. Her two fearful relatives and the many protectors around Marku made it impossible for the cultists to establish their sect to find her.

Chapter 176 Overnight Grudge

"So that means they haven't come back yet... I understand, you can leave now."

At Field House, Bloomfield was sitting in his study, facing an assassin from the local killer organization—the same organization that had hired those who had besieged Maginus.

Having confirmed that "Mine" might have wiped out all the assassins he had sent out, Bloom felt a little worried and regretted his actions.

If he had known things would turn out this way, he should have suppressed his greed and left the increasingly chaotic capital as soon as possible to go to Nesery to learn psionic skills.

That's right, Bloom killed the psionic ranger who was making a deal with Maginus and learned two things from him: the nobles who learned of the existence of psionic weapons couldn't resist sending people to harm the girl.

Fortunately, she was just a bodyguard, but even so, if Lenia were to question her about her affairs...

Bloomfield got up to find his butler, intending to have him prepare things for his trip to Netherland. The nobleman was planning to leave to avoid trouble, since the capital was very dangerous recently, and no one knew if he would be the next to be killed by a noble assassin.

Although a large number of undead creatures have been eliminated on the surface and the authorities have stated that they will expedite the handling of the noble assassins, the cultists will not follow the city guards' wishes. They have been relatively quiet lately, perhaps because they are conserving their strength.

As he stepped outside, Bloom called out his butler's name, but after waiting for a long time, he received no response.

Considering his old butler's age, Bloom assumed he had fallen asleep from exhaustion again, shook his head, and walked down the stairs to the room where the butler was resting, placing his hand on the doorknob.

Just as he was about to open the door, a sense of incongruity made Bloom stop in his tracks.

The surroundings seemed a little too quiet. His soldiers were not exactly well-behaved; they would chat and gossip at the very least while on guard duty.

Sensing something amiss, Bloom had just become more alert when the wooden door was suddenly kicked open from the inside. Caught off guard, Bloom looked at the flying door and his first reaction was to raise his hand and use his psionic power to stop it.

The psionic energy enveloped the wooden door, halting its charge. Before the nobleman could even catch his breath, a crimson psionic light suddenly shone, its sharp edge piercing through the door and slashing straight at Broom!

The door split open from the middle, and a dark figure darted out from behind it. Bloom's eyes widened as he realized he was about to die. Suddenly, the ring on his finger lit up, and a layer of defensive magic enveloped him.

The magic blocked an attack from the scarlet, ferocious short sword. Immediately afterward, the blue gem on the ring shattered, and the protective shield disappeared. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bloom kicked the "monster" in front of him and immediately turned and fled.

He jumped onto the decorative table with vases on it and kicked an expensive vase at the monster in an attempt to stop it. The monster ignored the flying vase and let it smash on it, quickly closing the distance between itself and Bloom.

Damn!

The young man leaped from the decorative table to the second floor, grabbed the floor of the second-floor corridor, and flipped himself up with all his might. As he landed, the monster, which appeared to be a noble assassin, also leaped high into the air, stepping on the wooden table.

It didn't even need to grab the floor for leverage; it leaped from the table and charged straight at Bloom!

"Mine! Aren't you afraid of being discovered if you kill me?!"

Bloom roared loudly, trying to stop Maginus's attack, or at least make her pause for a moment.

Based on the psionic fluctuations he had emitted and the strange short sword, Bloom was fairly certain that the person who attacked him was "Mine," whom he had only met once.

Whether she is a noble assassin or not is still unclear, and the nobles don't want to know.

Unfortunately, even after he cried out, Maginot showed no sign of stopping her attack. A smile had appeared beneath her white mask; all she wanted to do now was kill, kill, kill.

She dealt with the lazy guards and the butler early on, making only a few noises without even alerting Bloom. The member of the assassin organization who came to deliver the message was also killed by Maginus with a single sword stroke as he came out.

Having dodged the girl's sword with a somersault, Broomfield, who was not wearing armor or carrying a weapon, was extremely frustrated and could only run away, unable to even defend himself.

He tried to raise his hand and release his psionic energy to stop Maginus's movements, but the figure in front of him was only entangled for a moment before moving again, and the attacks became even more fierce.

And that strange short sword, isn't it blue? Is this its true form now?

Hide, hide, hide!

In the face of death, Bloom unleashed his full potential, narrowly avoiding the dagger. If he had been fully armed, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state. Judging from the current situation, he might have even been able to suppress Maginus and then take the opportunity to escape.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in life. This nobleman never imagined that the girl would be so bold as to come directly to his house and launch an attack.

How many more swords can you dodge?

Giving the opponent no chance to breathe, Maginus finally seized an opportunity amidst a barrage of attacks.

Bloom arrived at the bedroom where the weapons were stored. He once again used his psionic power to stop the girl from moving forward, smashed open the door with his body, and saw the giant sword right in front of him.

Clenching his teeth, the nobleman leaped forward, extending his right hand straight out, his fingertips already resting on the hilt of his sword.

Just as he thought he was able to launch a counterattack, Maginus threw a psychic blade the instant he leaped backward. The short sword sliced ​​through the air and instantly pierced Broom's throat!

His hopeful smile vanished instantly. He recoiled in shock, reaching to cover his throat, but the girl withdrew her short sword, and blood gushed out.

Looking at the fallen nobleman, Maginus walked up to him, stepped on Bloom's chest, and clenched his fists to smash them into his head, as if venting his anger.

As usual, she raised her hand and turned him into a dried-up corpse. The red light in the girl's eyes faded a bit. She opened her Death Note and suddenly realized that she had already dealt with most of the minor nobles who had directly participated in the war. The next few nobles were a little more difficult to handle.

Their own strength wasn't the problem; the problem was that there were too many people protecting them. If Maginus, who wasn't good at assassination, went over there, even if she managed to kill her target, she would be surrounded by a group of soldiers.

"call……"

If she can't kill people indiscriminately, then Maginus will have to prioritize dealing with either Marcus or one of the cultists.

As Maginus left the mansion in Bloomfield, her life force mist spread out, and each life form gradually became prey in her eyes.

If I weren't a Soul Blade user, and if I hadn't improved my mental strength, I probably would have lost control of myself long ago and started a massacre.

How could they tolerate killing their own blood relatives? Was it because of differential treatment?

The girl pondered, then returned to Silvers Manor, closed her eyes, and hypnotized herself, preparing to investigate the vicinity of Marcus's manor the following night.

Chapter 177 New Ideas About Psionic Power

Plans can't keep up with changes. The next morning, Maginus was woken up by Lenia, who rushed in excitedly, shook her on the bed, and said:

“Mine, Mine, His Highness Ronald invited me to go to the opera house to see an opera. I heard that the singing and dancing here in the capital is much better than in the Gold and Silver City. I don’t know the specifics.”

"So when exactly?" Maginus asked, gently rubbing her temples.

Six o'clock in the evening.

"Let me sleep a little longer now. If I really go to the opera house, things might get quite chaotic."

The girl flicked Lenya's forehead with her hand. After the young lady left and closed the door, she stood up and assumed a self-hypnotic posture, and crimson mist instantly spread throughout the room.

The next second, the mist was drawn by the psionic fluctuations, forming a vortex that condensed in front of Maginus, creating a sphere. The sphere then contracted and transformed into a drop of liquid life force that floated in front of her.

Everything seemed incredibly complicated. Maginos opened her eyes and stood up, lightly flicking her hand to reopen all the wounds. What emerged was no longer a mist of life force, but a mass of "blood."

It only looks like blood; it is actually liquid life force.

"Let's just call it blood."

Reaching into the soft liquid, the girl exhaled, confirming that she had completely mastered the technique of creating liquid life force, and casually flicked her hand, tossing the blood onto the cup on the table.

Impacted by the liquid, the cup tipped backward, then was lifted up by the blood and placed on the table.

After completing this series of actions, Maginus shook his head. If the soul energy consumed in creating and controlling the life force mist was 1, then the soul energy consumed in creating and controlling the life force liquid was 10.

It consumes ten times the amount of fuel, and unlike the mist, it's not as easy to control. She needs to further optimize it, reducing consumption, increasing production speed, and enhancing precision control...

Next, we need to find a way to form a solid structure, ideally one that can be wielded at will, like turning into a series of swords.

In addition, the scope of life force control must be expanded. If it is possible to control the life force within the enemy's body to control their blood and organs...

This sounds a bit difficult. Professionals either need magical protection or their own life force can form a life force field.