Miss Witch, please don't leave your fragrance everywhere

"...Can I take it?"

"Of course, it was originally a letter to Titania."

No matter what the future holds, Titania is convinced that the witch's feelings for her are not completely false. Perhaps she is destined to be just a passer-by in the witch's long life, but at least the witch and the fairy queen once had a real relationship.

"By the way, will it be difficult to remove my curse?"

“It’s pretty easy.”

Angelica's long black hair swayed as she tossed it confidently.

"If Titania's life is compared to a long wooden board, then Hades' curse is nothing more than cutting the board in half and moving the cut board a short distance forward. Therefore, Titania's life span has not decreased, but some time has been skipped."

“…I don’t understand.”

Titania opened her mouth, but in the end she still didn't understand.

Angelica had tried her best to describe it in a way that Titania could understand, but it seemed that Titania still didn't understand.

Specifically, Hades' curse on Titania did not directly deprive her of her life, but instead separated Titania's life by breaking her bones and tendons. Now Angelica is going to perform bone-setting surgery on Titania to restore her life that had been severed.

"You will understand when the day comes when your curse is activated again. Then I will use magic on your future self."

Using magic on the future. Titania thought it was a very abstract concept. There was a concept of delayed effect in magic, but what Angelica had to do was to cast a spell directly on Titania in the future.

Can it really be done?

Titania believed that if it was Angelica, she could definitely do it, easily. If there was only one person in the world who could do it, then that person would only be Angelica.

Before leaving, Oberon asked Angelica to allow her to use Avalon's materials if necessary. Angelica has already commissioned Anna and Sister Alice to collect the necessary materials. All Angelica has to do next is to wait for Titania's curse to take effect again.

360 Miss Witch's Elixir

Angelica's talent is not only reflected in her magical aptitude, but also in alchemy and potion brewing.

The reason why it is not shown much is that Angelica can solve most problems with magic. As the saying goes, great strength can make bricks fly. Alchemy and potion brewing require collecting materials and waiting, which is too troublesome.

But when it is really needed, Angelica's skills will never be rusty.

Ten days passed in a flash, and Angelica finally stepped out of Avalon's alchemy room.

"So fast?!"

As soon as she went out, Angelica was greeted by Titania's exclamation.

Refining potions usually takes a lot of time. If it is a potion of the highest rarity, it will take several months at most. If any mistake is made during this period, all the previous efforts will be wasted. Angelica was able to speed up the process without affecting the quality of the potion, so it only took ten days to complete the necessary potion brewing.

"It's okay. After all, it's just chanting a spell in front of a cauldron. Other magicians can do it, too."

"Huh? You're not bragging about yourself...?"

"What do you mean by self-boasting? I'm just telling the truth."

Just like Angelica often introduces herself as a genius beautiful magician, aren't the three suffixes the truth?

By the way, Angelica's conclusion was not a mockery of other magicians. Magicians who could refine high-rarity potions must have the ability to speed up the brewing process. The only tricky part was that it took a lot of practice to master the accelerated brewing process. The time required to refine potions and the rarity of the materials meant that magicians could not practice. But unlike witches who had a lot of time, Angelica had endless time to improve herself.

"By the way, you were waiting for me outside?"

"Yes, that's the only way I can calm down."

Titania bit her lip.

"I try my best not to pay attention to the war on the front line, because I can't help but throw myself into it. If the fairy queen suddenly disappears, it will definitely affect morale."

"Trust Auberon, he can still handle this problem."

Angelica comforted Titania. Although she and Oberon often argued with each other, they were well aware of each other's abilities.

Unexpectedly, Titania shook her head.

"I heard... the news from the front is very unfavorable. Oberon's troops are losing ground and have no strength to fight back."

"what?"

Angelica was a little surprised. It was true that the elven army did not train as often as humans and orcs, but the problem was that the other side was also an elf, and it was even less likely that the high elves would have a well-trained army. To put it bluntly, the two sides in the elven civil war were just weaklings fighting each other, and there was no possibility of a one-sided outcome.

Let’s wait and see.

Angelica and the worried Titania returned to the Fairy Queen's room. According to the information provided by Oberon, it was almost time for Titania's curse to take effect again.

"Just take the potion and lie on the bed?"

"Yes, have you ever heard of the legend of some immortality elixir from long ago?"

"Is it about a doctor and alchemist?"

Titania had a slight impression.

It is said that a long time ago there was a doctor who was also an alchemist, and his magic and alchemy were equally superb. One day, the doctor looked at the suffering patients and lamented that it would be better if there was no death in the world. This momentary thought gave the doctor inspiration, so the doctor worked hard to study and combined alchemy with medical skills to create an elixir of immortality. After taking it, people can live forever.

However, the elixir of immortality angered Hades, because doing so was tantamount to depriving Hades of his rights, so Hades killed the doctor with a bolt of lightning, and the elixir of immortality was lost.

But this is just a story. Angelica knows its origin. In essence, Hades symbolizes death and has few true believers in the world. It can be said that he is the only god that any race will slander and vilify.

"Could it be that what you gave me is the elixir of immortality?"

"It is equivalent to a potion made based on it. The story was passed down through word of mouth and is far from the original prototype."

"You...know the doctor in the story?"

Angelica shrugged.

"We have been on adventures together in an adventure group. There must be a healer in the team, right? That guy once tried to use magic potions to save the world, but failed in the end. The secret recipe of the elixir of immortality is in my hands. The so-called elixir of immortality is far from as exaggerated as the legend says. It is more like a method of returning the soul after it has left the body. The body without the soul is nothing more than an empty shell, but the elixir of immortality can pull the soul that has been taken away back into the body... To people who don't understand magic, it is understandable that it is understood as an elixir of immortality that can bring the dead back to life."

Angelica paused for a moment, then began to explain the principle.

Specifically, the potion is used to transport Titania's soul to the future, forming an anchor for fixation, and then the two are connected to maintain and strengthen the existence of the day Titania disappears.

Titania only understood half of what she heard, and after barely digesting it, she figured out the correct way to eat it.

"In short, I drink the potion before the curse takes effect, and then I fall into a deep sleep for a whole day... and when I wake up, the curse is lifted?"

"Yes."

"…Unbelievable. I thought Chthon's curse would be troublesome."

"It's actually okay, it's just that it was easy for me to solve."

The nature of the curse of Hades merely symbolizes the resurrection and warning of Hades. At most, it will weaken the descendants of the heroes, but will not cause real death.

Apart from anything else, a genius like Antoinette could make use of the curse of Hades, but if she wanted to cure the disease, she still needed the help of more powerful magicians.

"By the way, you didn't do anything weird while I was unconscious, did you?"

"Do you think I am that kind of person?"

What a joke, I have always done what I wanted to do openly, Angelica defended herself.

There was no need to worry about the safety of the unconscious Titania, as there would be a special guard to guard her. Before leaving, Angelica asked Titania where Anna and Sister Alice had gone, and the answer she got was that they were helping Oberon.

Sister Alice believed from the bottom of her heart that neither side was a pagan, and if they shared the same faith, there was no need to fight. As for Anna... Angelica could guess what Anna was thinking.

First go to Oberon's front-line camp to see what's going on. Angelica enjoys laughing at her old friend's embarrassment, but it's obviously not during the war, especially since Oberon seems to be at a disadvantage.

361 The Wrath of the Elf King

Albion Island, southern front position.

When Angelica arrived at the frontline, she immediately felt the depressing and dull atmosphere. Judging from the sad faces of the elves, the rumors were probably true. Oberon's troops suffered a major defeat in the civil war.

"Miss Sister, you are here."

Angelica saw Sister Alice kneeling in prayer in the corner of the camp. She should have known what was going on.

"My Lord, why do people who believe in the Lord take up arms against each other?"

Sister Alice showed a sincere expression of sorrow, which was completely different from the fanatic who mercilessly killed pagans in the past. But Sister Alice was exactly that kind of person. She would show Madonna-like care to those she considered as her brothers and sisters, but if they were heretics who refused to repent, then Sister Alice would be willing to become a demon.

"What happened? I heard that Auberon's troops were losing ground?"

"Well... His Majesty the Elf King is in a disadvantageous position and has hardly ever achieved any effective results in battle."

Angelica was speechless for a moment. How could the gap between Oberon and Gwenhwyfar be so big? Although Angelica was bound by the contract and could not intervene, the current situation was too abnormal.

"Where's Auberon? I'll go talk to him."

"In the tent ahead."

During the conversation, an elf hurried into the tent. Angelica followed him, while Sister Alice stayed where she was and continued to pray.

Some elves who seemed to be of higher status gathered in front of the Elf King's sand table with solemn expressions.

"...The high elves may break through the defense line. They have already occupied towns such as Scarborough and Asletcher. Leodis has no ability to resist them. I'm afraid it's only a matter of time before Northwich falls."

An elf was taking stock of the situation on the sand table. The Elf King didn't look happy, but he tried his best to act as if the situation was under control.

"I have arranged for the third force to ambush near Northwich. As long as the third force launches an attack, everything will be fine."

However, the elf who had broken into the tent earlier had an even uglier look on her face. After hesitating for a moment, she raised her hand.

"Your Majesty the Elf King, the third army did not launch an attack."

"..."

"She feels that we simply cannot defeat the High Elves. So far, the High Elves' advancement has been too smooth. The captain is beginning to doubt whether the High Elves are truly destined to succeed."

The atmosphere finally dropped to freezing point. Perhaps in an attempt to appear relaxed, Oberon had been spinning his pen intentionally or unintentionally. Now, Oberon put the pen aside.

"The captains of the first, second, and fourth troops... and the scouts sent by the third troop just now stay. The rest of the elves go out."

Realizing that a storm was coming, the elves who were not targeted immediately rushed out.

The few elves who stayed behind were on pins and needles. They looked at each other, and it was undeniable that most of their ideas were consistent with the captain of the third team.

Since the outbreak of the civil war, the high elves' offensive has been as fierce as the tide, while the southern elves have been defeated. It is inevitable that the elves will have defeatist ideas. After all, it is different from the invasion of the orcs. The elves feel that if they are captured by the orcs, they will at least become the mother of ten children. If they are ruled by the high elves in the north, they may not have to live a hard life.

Of course, Aoberon knew what they were thinking, so Aoberon, who was always considered to have a good temper, finally exploded.

"That was an order! Letting the third unit attack was an order! This week, I racked my brains to think about how to defeat Gwenhwyfar's troops, and you are here ignoring orders! Has it come to this... All the troops are deceiving me. Does the third unit know the meaning of the ambush? Do they think I want them to travel to Northwich? Should I contact them with the Angel's Voice and tell them to remember to bring back some local specialties?"

"Your Majesty the Elf King, we are also doing our best..."

"What are you trying your best for? You still think that even if you lose the war, it won't be that bad. Gwenhwyfar is not a gentle person. She wants to build an island of Albion where the high elves are high and mighty, and the southern elves will all be their servants and slaves! As a result, the troops have only hindered me. They are all disloyal traitors."

"Your Majesty, what you said is a bit too much..."

"That's enough! You have never really thought about doing anything for the southern elves. You should know that your behavior on the battlefield can be regarded as an unforgivable betrayal of the elves. I should have realized that you only learned how to sunbathe in Avalon. Maybe what I should really do is to clean up the blood clots in the army, just like Gwenhwyfar did!"

The elves were silent. They had never seen the Elf King so angry, so they didn't know what to do.

"…Let's go."

"Uh, His Majesty the Elf King."

"We can no longer win with our troops. There is only one way left to end the war. Scout, take this letter to the front line and give it to the high elf troops. Have them pass it on to Gwenhwyfar."

Oberon waved his hand dejectedly, and the few elves who stayed behind left one after another.

He sat back in his chair, tilted his head back and began to daydream. The sand table was no longer useful. It was impossible to defeat Gwen Huaifa by relying on the army.

"...Are you here to laugh at me, old friend?"

Oberon raised his head and soon saw the witch's smiling face. Although it was a smile that should have been able to dispel all the gloom, Oberon was not in the mood at the moment.

"I thought you were going to be a little more rude."

"Give me some mercy, quarreling is not the elves' strong point."

Auberon rubbed his temple.

"I've heard about everything, but I never thought it would turn out like this."

"I didn't expect it either. I didn't underestimate Gwenhwyfar. She is a woman who never compromises, so once she starts a war, she will never stop until she achieves her goal or she is ruined. But I can't understand how she can predict the movements of all our troops."

"Really all? That's a bit exaggerated."

"Humph... the battle reports may lie, but the battle lines won't. Gwen Whitefa is almost advancing to Rutland."

"Is it possible that Gwenhevere actually has amazing wisdom?"