The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

"Lenia, come into my arms, Catherine, come behind me and hug me tight."

Pulling the young lady up by her thighs, the maid didn't hesitate. Her slightly taller frame compared to Maginos moved closer, wrapped her arms around the young lady's neck, wrapped her legs around her waist, curled up, and lowered her head as much as possible.

Looking up at the starry night sky, Maginus took a deep breath and jumped out of the window. Her body emanated psychic energy, activating the parkour skills she had been practicing.

As gravity shifted, Maginus lifted her leg and stepped onto the wall, falling quickly with ease, without feeling any sense of falling.

Lenia closed her eyes in fright the moment the girl jumped out. Catherine trembled slightly at first, then calmed down. However, seeing the ground getting closer and closer, she instinctively hugged Maginus's neck tightly.

A few seconds later, the three landed safely. Maginus put down Lenia, whose legs were trembling, and patted Catherine behind him, saying, "We're down now."

Swallowing hard, Catherine's legs swayed as well, and both of them had a hint of fear and tears in their eyes.

Before she could comfort them, the girl pulled the two away from the vicinity of the theater and looked up at the grand theater.

Many nobles in the upper boxes also thought of this method, but when they realized something was wrong, they jumped out of the theater. The biggest problem was still those watching from the bottom.

The entire theater has a double-layered structure; in short, you can only break a window and jump out from the top, not the bottom, unless you can smash the wall open.

The question is, are there any mid-level professionals inside who can blast or smash through the wall? Mages or warriors would both be fine.

However, considering that Benedict's strength is still just a step away from the intermediate level, there are probably not many strong people inside.

"If you're scared, ride your carriage a little further away, and I'll come a bit closer to take a look."

"Mine, you have to be careful... or maybe you shouldn't go?"

Just as Maginus was about to go in and investigate, a pair of hands, slightly larger than hers, grabbed her left hand.

She turned around and saw Lenia looking at her with worried eyes, her tone completely different from when she was persuading Ronald, full of concern.

Chapter 180 Sparks Conflict

After a moment of silence, the girl's agitated mood calmed down. Realizing this, her right hand trembled slightly as she withdrew her hand from Lenia's and said:

"It's alright, I won't get too close to danger, don't worry. Remember to inform the city guards."

Maintaining a calm expression, Maginot gave Catherine a look, then turned and ran back towards the theater.

The names of people in the Death Note flashed through her mind, but for some reason, her killing urges did not rise as strongly as before.

"Young Miss, let's go. Miss Mine will be fine. If something happens to you, it will be even worse."

The maid pulled Lenya along, and Lenya, not being a willful person, watched Maginus's departing figure with concern. After she entered the theater, she and Catherine boarded the carriage and left the potentially dangerous area.

Instead of rushing back to the manor, Catherine hurriedly went to explain the situation to the guards she encountered on the road. They were indeed shocked upon hearing this, with some rushing to the theater and others continuing to search for rescue.

Just kidding, there are a lot of nobles inside. If too many of them die, the entire capital will come to a standstill!

Oh, and one more thing.

His Highness Ronald is still inside!

……

Maginot kicked open the theater door, and as soon as she entered, she heard the sound of something hitting the wall coming from inside.

In my life perception, a wall cracked open and was then smashed open completely. A figure about 1.8 meters tall crashed into a decorative pillar, making a coughing sound.

She probed inward with her life senses, her pupils contracting slightly. She had only been gone for a few minutes; what were these things?

What appeared in her perception was a "human" with a slightly distorted body. The reason for putting it in quotes is that Maginus was unsure whether it was still human.

The man who appeared to be a warrior had a huge, deformed arm with nails that had turned into sharp claws, making him look extremely ferocious. At the same time, the aura emanating from his body was exceptionally violent, and his attention was fixed on the person who had been sent flying.

"Tom, are you crazy?!" the man who had been thrown out shouted as he got up.

"I'm not crazy, I feel great, I've never felt this good!"

The monster laughed maniacally as it walked from the inside towards the flying figure, seemingly unaware of the changes within itself; its eyes were already completely covered in black.

"I've been putting up with you for a long time. That wretched nobleman has been tolerant of you, but he still scolds me no matter what I do. Since you also want to take this opportunity to kill me, of course I have to strike first!"

After saying that, the two started fighting. Maginus quietly approached the cave entrance from the mist, only to find that the inside was even more chaotic, with one or two of them having deformed appearances.

This distortion is temporary, a result of magic, and is preliminarily judged to be related to emotions and reason.

By capturing a weak professional and feeling his deformed arm, the girl with stronger senses confirmed the presence of magic.

The reason I think it's related to emotions is mainly because most of the people who have changed are those who were already irritable. Now some people are frowning, but their bodies haven't changed.

Secondly, there's the power of conflict and the fear-inducing effects spread by the cult's blood relatives. This is done entirely to stir up emotions and create negative feelings such as doubt and suspicion in people in enclosed spaces.

Can the power of conflict enhance those involved in a struggle? I'm not sure if it's targeted, but it feels similar to that vampire, capable of amplifying others.

...Could it be that he can also absorb the power generated by conflict like a vampire and use it himself? No, there's probably a limit; he couldn't handle having so much energy drained from so many people.

Realizing that her strength was insufficient to make any decisive moves in this struggle, Maginus withdrew her thoughts, hid in the shadows, and her face and hair color underwent a dramatic change.

The face of the "noble assassin" used for killing at night appeared. Maginus put on the mask, her reddish-black hair flowing slightly behind her. The psychic blade she sculpted in her hand instantly changed from light blue to a blood-red short sword with a skull on it.

Rushing into the chaotic hall, the girl dodged the protective circle formed by a group of priests and cult enforcement teams, ignoring their shouts as she searched for those on the death list.

As expected, the opera seemed quite captivating, attracting a large number of nobles. Maginus quickly found several people she was looking for amidst the chaos.

Some of them hid under chairs in fear, while others were fighting back against their attackers.

Shaking off the inexplicable irritation in her heart, Maginus looked at the one hiding under the chair who was not being watched for the time being, lowered her body and kept getting closer, and when she was close enough to hit him, she suddenly threw out her Nen Blade.

First.

The short sword pierced her enemy's neck with ease. The annoyance caused by Lenia's concern vanished. She squinted, enjoying the moment the short sword pierced her vital spot, and then turned to another target with a smirk.

"I really didn't know you had so much resentment. Don't worry, I'll subdue you first."

The handsome middle-aged nobleman with a small mustache looked seriously at his invited female companion, who was also under the control of her emotions and stared at him angrily.

He was one of Maginus's targets, and according to Benedict, he was one of the most active nobles in the attack on Nesery, as well as a noble mage.

The female companion was actually his protector, and the two were probably in a relationship. The female companion may have heard the nobleman say that he was going to abandon her, or she may have heard something else.

This is unimportant to Maginos; at least they are currently fighting, though both seem to be holding back.

Be careful to lurk in the shadows. The weaknesses of the conflicting forces will gradually emerge over time. When those who have been affected kill the people they wanted to kill, they will gradually come to their senses and have no intention of attacking others.

Unless they have a lot of people they want to kill, they will stop after killing one or two, especially in this fog where they can't see other people's faces and most of the time they can't find other targets.

Compared to forced combat, the power of cult blood relatives is more like inducement, similar to the killing aura; one incites killing intent, and the other incites conflict.

Could it be called the "Aura of Conflict"?

However, if conflict and killing were combined, wouldn't that allow everyone here to engage in a complete battle to the death?

The young woman was somewhat tempted, but ultimately suppressed her suicidal thoughts. She used the actions of the middle-aged nobleman and his female companion to determine his strength and calculate the spells he had used.

Chapter 181 Slowly Eroding

Maginus, a former spellcaster, observed the middle-aged nobleman's actions, using the control spells he cast and his slightly solemn expression, along with the faintly perceptible intensity of his magical aura, to make his assessment.

She could roughly tell whether this nobleman was stronger or weaker than herself. The spellcaster in front of her was slightly stronger than she used to be, and his magic power was probably more than the amount of a defensive arrow.

It's unclear whether the nobles prepared the spells in advance or constructed them during the battle...

The girl quickly discerned his true nature. From the middle-aged nobleman's extraneous movements and the magical fluctuations that accompanied them, she realized that he was the type of person who used magic to construct spells during battle, so that he could adjust the type of spells according to the situation at any time.

Having confirmed this, she began to determine how much magic the nobleman had used by examining the spells he performed.

Maginus carefully calculated that when the nobleman used his eighth spell, Charm, she could basically conclude that his magic power was about to run out.

The remaining spells and the magic defense equipment on my body—hopefully the magic equipment isn't the type that activates upon being hit.

The girl, far away, gripped her longsword tightly, aiming at the distant nobleman. The tip of the sword touched the ground, ready to charge at any moment, while also preparing to throw her short sword.

As expected, after the charm technique was used, the middle-aged nobleman, the target, suddenly hugged his female companion and kissed her with great vigor. The warrior, who originally wanted to beat up the nobleman because of the conflicting forces, gradually regained his senses.

Using weak conflict abilities to cause chaos really requires pairing it with a bloodlust that drives people to fight to the death. However, the cult's blood relatives certainly didn't do this to kill more people.

Before launching the attack, Maginus looked up at the top of the chandelier. In her life force perception, the cultist was looking up with his arms outstretched, as if enjoying something.

Turning her gaze back to the nobleman and his companion entwined in the chaos of battle, the girl lightly tossed her short sword, aimed at the woman's head and hurled the blade, then charged towards the two, her long sword aimed at the nobleman.

A streak of red light flashed through the smoke and rapidly approached the woman's brow. By the time she noticed it, she was already embracing the nobleman and had no way to dodge. She could only watch helplessly as the scarlet dagger drew near.

The nobleman noticed the blade emerging from the mist and tried to cast a spell, but found he was already too late; the short sword arrived a fraction faster than the spell could be cast.

Seeing this, the middle-aged nobleman hesitated for a brief moment. Instead of trying to pull the woman away, he immediately channeled his magic into the ring on his right hand to activate a defensive spell.

It was obvious that he valued the woman in his arms very much.

A magical shield lit up, and the psychic blade pierced the barrier, leaving cracks but not completely shattering it. As the crimson short sword bounced up and fell, the barrier quietly disappeared.

Defensive magical equipment that is triggered by magic and is almost instantaneous is expensive, and even for this nobleman, the duration of the defensive magic in his magic ring is very short.

Sensing danger, the two scanned their surroundings in perfect unison. The middle-aged nobleman opened his mouth as if to cast a spell, but before they could prepare, a dark figure darted out from the mist!

Majinus, who was used to taking advantage of time differences, appeared before them. Just as the nobleman was about to finish his incantation and gestures, a fearsome aura instantly rose from her body.

A terrifying aura!

The two people, who were very close to each other, experienced a momentary interruption of consciousness. By the time the nobleman came to his senses and realized something was wrong, it was too late.

Cut along the way!

The sharp-eyed protector ripped open the nobleman's chest with a single sword stroke. Before his horrified companion could launch an attack, Maginus twisted his body and swung his sword again, beheading the woman!

Blood gushed outwards, unseen by anyone in the mist. The girl bathed in the blood, wiping her face, and drew upon her life force to seek her next target.

Just as Maginus was about to continue, she suddenly looked up and saw the cult member who had been watching from the chandelier change his posture from squatting to standing, stretching his arms as if he was about to start moving.

go.

She had no attachment to this place. She turned around and ran towards the gap as fast as she could. During the run, her body changed and she returned to the form of "Mine".

Passing through the gap into the theater corridor, the cult member positioned high up at the back indeed jumped down, simultaneously waving his hand to dispel the surrounding mist, and surveying the room with an air of invincibility, raising both hands:

"Great dark hand, grant me the power of strife, and let me bestow upon all those present the fear you have brought!"

Ronald, who had been hiding in the shadows, moved the moment he appeared, and Benedic's hidden forces also launched an attack at that moment, while the elf Erra and the nobleman Marcus remained in the safe zone under the guise of protection.

Maginos had no intention of getting involved. She saw black wisps of energy disperse from the cult's blood relatives, landing and transforming into summoning-type magic circles, seemingly to summon some kind of monster.

"Roar!!!"

As she ran out of the theater, deafening roars erupted from inside; clearly, the cult's blood relatives had summoned another large horde of monsters.

So that's how the monsters that appear in the sewers are produced in large numbers – no wonder.

Maginos, having escaped the danger zone, glanced back and noticed that some monsters had even pulled down their hoods as they broke through the theater, immediately running away into the distance without any intention of helping others.

"Mine, you're back! Are you alright? How's it outside?"

"I'm fine. I was originally going to help, but I came back as soon as I saw things were getting out of hand. The cultist bishop has summoned a whole bunch of monsters, and things are probably in chaos outside now."

Maginus recounted what she knew, and a glint flashed in Jess's eyes. After bidding farewell to Lenia, he disappeared without a trace. Catherine, relieved that the girl was alright, then thought of Ronald:

"Oh no, Prince Ronald is still inside. I hope he's alright."

After all, Ronald had nominally invited her to go to the theater together, and if this resulted in Ronald being seriously injured or even killed...

"Don't worry, there are plenty of professionals over there, the cultists can't cause any trouble."

Maginus remarked casually that his cult relative was being too hasty, though perhaps it was because he was pushed to the limit. Given the nature of the evil god, it was quite possible that Marcus and he would encounter each other...

Speaking of being impatient, I don't think I have any right to criticize him.

In short, his current forces are still too small, and he will probably be defeated soon. Whether he can escape is another matter.

Speaking of this matter, there is one more thing to note: judging from the previous killing of gang women who feared their blood relatives, there is no need for fear offspring to fight to the death.

So, will their power converge on the winner, or will the winner be able to control the power of the loser?

If a child dies at the hands of someone who does not possess the blood of fear, will his power fall upon his closest blood relative?

Chapter 182 "A Good Teacher"

Simply put, you all possess a trace of something called divinity. No intelligent being can ascertain its essence. The only certainty is that it is highly variable; it can be bloodline, soul inheritance, blood itself, or even a kind of destiny.

Compared to you, beings with divine blood are quite common. They are simply beings that have accidentally acquired power from traces left by gods, and have absolutely no connection to divinity.

Back in her bedroom, Maginus took out the silver sword Gith and spoke with the Mind Flayer. Upon hearing her question, the Mind Flayer readily began to talk to her and exchange some information about the outside world.

Speaking of divinity, he couldn't help but sneer a few times, his voice dripping with a sarcastic tone:

Ah, right, speaking of which, their Queen of the Githyanki was a lich who fantasized about becoming a god but never managed to possess even a trace of divinity.

Shut up, you brain-eating bastard!

The Gith Yankee, who hadn't spoken much to Maginus, roared in anger, clearly having been hit where it hurt. The Mind Flayer paused his explanation for a while before resuming his speech: