Miss Witch, please don't leave your fragrance everywhere

Gwenhevere had no mercy at all when she was furious. In fact, the aftermath of her crushing Angelica was enough to kill Oberon, Sister Alice and the others, because Gwenhevere destroyed the entire space and she wanted to leave Angelica nowhere to escape.

Gwenhuaifa confirmed with her own eyes that all living beings were crushed by her like ants, leaving no body...but now, they are alive and well on the Elf Island.

"Hallucination..."

Gwenhwyfar muttered to herself, not even caring about the taste of rust in her mouth.

"Hallucination... when exactly did it happen?"

Gwenhevere was deceived by the magic, she always thought she was still on Albion Island, but she didn't know that she had been transferred by Angelica to the sea where no matter how much Gwenhevere wreaked havoc, no innocent people would be harmed. But when was Gwenhevere affected by Angelica's magic?

"I don't have any magic to use on you."

371 Longinus the Spear

Angelica saw Gwenhwaei's confusion. Although there was no point in explaining at this stage, it was obvious that Gwenhwaei had lost all her fighting spirit. On the other hand, telling Gwenhwaei the truth might further damage her remaining self-esteem.

"At this point, you... ahem... you witch, are you still going to fool me...?"

"No, I had no need to lie to you. I did not use illusion magic on you, but on the world itself."

"What...what..."

"To explain it simply, everything you saw after taking the potion could not be considered a complete illusion, because the world itself really believed it at the time. Everyone present at the time saw the same scene, which means that Oberon and the others once thought they were really dead."

The human brain has a deceptive protection mechanism. When the body or mind is seriously damaged, it will self-hypnotize to create the illusion of being safe and sound. It is said that if someone looks unharmed during a car accident, or even has the energy to help rescue, then this person must not think that everything is fine, and must be sent to the hospital for examination, because it is very likely that this person is the most seriously injured: the internal organs have been severely impacted, triggering the body's protection mechanism, deceiving oneself that there is no injury.

The mental condition is similar. When the mental level is severely impacted, such as fainting after a loved one dies tragically in front of you, the brain may seal up the dark memories for protection, and after waking up, it is as if nothing had happened. The person may even lose that memory and mistakenly believe that the loved one is still alive.

Angelica didn't know whether the world had self-awareness or not, but what was certain was that the destruction carried out by Gwenhwyfar had satisfied the necessary and sufficient conditions for her to cast an illusion on the world. It was not possible to deceive the world under all circumstances, but as long as the conditions permitted, Angelica could do it.

In other words, the world itself gave Gwenhwyfer the wrong information, whether it was her eyes or her perception, everything was wrong.

"Unfortunately, the world will never compensate you for anything, not even an apology, so in the end you can only accept your mistakes on your own."

Just like a tenant farmer who made a living by farming encountered bad natural weather and had no harvest, and the world would not say anything in the end, Gwenhevere could only blame himself for his bad luck, even though the world itself was misled by Angelica.

In such a situation, death seemed like a relief. Gwenhwaifer no longer resisted the passing of life. For the first time in her life, she wanted to close her eyes forever. Only death could take her away from the humiliation brought to her by the witch.

But Angelica would not allow Gwenhwyfar to do that.

"Don't even think about it."

Angelica used her magic to sustain Gwenhever's life. Gwenhever's body gradually collapsed due to the gradual loss of magic power, which eventually became negative. However, Angelica's magic power was enough to fill the vacancy left by Gwenhever.

"No matter what, you are an elf in a high position on the Elf Island. You have to consult my old friend Auberon on how to deal with you. Besides, I still have something to ask you. Before that, I will not allow you to die easily."

"..."

"Is it the angel voice that the human named Parmenides transformed for you? Who is he?"

"I have no idea……"

"Uh, you don't know his background."

Seeing Gwenhwyfar's blank expression, Angelica knew she wasn't lying.

Even though Angelica knew that the elves were somewhat brainless... and idiotic, she couldn't help but be speechless. Gwenhwyfar trusted Parmenides so much, but she didn't even know who Parmenides was?

However, judging from Gwenhwyfer's previous attitude, she probably thought that anyone who was willing to acknowledge her as the only legitimate king of the Elf Island could not be a bad person, so she did not question Parmenides too much about his background. This was indeed something that a stupid high elf would do.

Anyway, Sister Alice seems to know something about Parmenides... I'll go later -

"Ok?"

Angelica looked past the dying Gwenhwafa and saw obvious fluctuations of magical power at one end of the sea horizon.

To be precise, the space was rippling like a stone thrown into the sea, which was definitely not what an ordinary magician would do.

Then, a fleet armed to the teeth slowly emerged from the sea. They seemed to have been lurking around, covered with optical camouflage using magic.

"Double-headed eagle..."

The fleet had no intention of concealing their identity. Rather, they ostentatiously hung the flag of a double-headed eagle. Rather than hiding their identities, they would rather make everyone who saw them fear their reputation.

There is no one in the human world who does not know the meaning of the double-headed eagle flag. Ever since the first great empire in the human world used the double-headed eagle as its national emblem, only empires with vast territories have the right to hang the double-headed eagle flag above their capitals. Angelica is no stranger to this flag, because the Misty Mountains where she lives in seclusion happens to belong to the only empire in the human world.

Rhine Confederation.

Why did the Rhine Federation fleet appear here? It couldn't be a coincidence. With such a big fanfare, it couldn't be that the Emperor of the Rhine Federation was hunting in the north...

Angelica flew into the air, her eyes fell on a figure on the flagship. That person was really unique, standing alone at the bow where he could fall into the sea at any time. He was wearing a dark coat, and underneath the coat was clothing that looked like a straight military uniform. Considering that soldiers in the human world generally use armor as a protective tool, it was probably the result of an unintentional combination.

The man's face was like a weathered rock, and his body stood firm in the wind and waves. He ignored the witch flying in the air, and just stared at Gwen Huaifa, who had lost all his fighting spirit.

A scarlet spear suddenly materialized in his hand. Angelica narrowed her eyes, and she remembered some legends she had learned about the descendants of the brave.

When the first seven heroes defeated the God of the Underworld, it was the hero of the "Spear" who delivered the final blow.

Perhaps it was because of the reward of the last blade that the "gun" was bathed in the blood of God and was further sublimated.

Is this person the descendant of the "Spear" hero?

Angelica has always taken the initiative to pursue the descendants of the hero, but this is the first time that the descendants of the hero have taken the initiative to appear. Although it seems to be just a coincidence... No, is the appearance of the "Spear" Hero really a coincidence?

The man raised the spear in his hand and pointed it at Gwenhwafa in the distance.

"Hey, wait a minute, you..."

Without waiting for Angelica to say anything, the spear shot out from the air, tearing the sea apart - this was not a metaphor, the sea was split into two, announcing that there was no creature in the world that could stop it.

Its name is the Divine Spear Longinus, and it is a god-killing spear that can even knock down gods.

372 [Witch and Gun]

Everyone says that orcs are a warlike and aggressive race.

Socrates would have thought that humans were probably no less adept at starting wars.

That was the beginning of a war that lasted hundreds of years. Humans divided territories and governed them by lords, which has been the case since ancient times.

But territorial disputes have always been an indispensable part, especially when precious resources are discovered in border areas, both sides will never give in.

The specific name of the territory is meaningless. In short, a gold mine was discovered at the border of two human territories. The lords each insisted that they were the legal owners of the gold mine and neither of them would give in.

To make matters worse, the lord of the two lords was not the same person. After learning about the situation, he also intervened in the dispute, which eventually turned into a war over the ownership of the gold mine.

Socrates' hometown was destroyed in this war. He was only six years old at that time. The reason he survived was not based on anyone's kindness, but simply because he was crushed under the collapsed house. Then, by coincidence, the collapsed house formed a dead corner, trapping the young Socrates in a relatively safe space.

It was unknown how long it took before someone finally rescued Socrates.

Surprisingly, the person who rescued Socrates was a magician from a foreign land. It seems that only a powerful magician can come and go freely on a battlefield full of war.

The magician took Socrates in. This was the first time in Socrates' life that he came into contact with a real magician.

When asked why the magician saved him, the magician replied like this.

"Because you are a lot like me."

"Like?"

"Yes. My hometown was also destroyed in the war instigated by the lord. Fortunately, I was saved by a witch who happened to pass by and survived."

"A witch...ah, a bad old witch? That's what the grandparents in the village used to say."

"That's not the case. The witch is a magician who has reached the level of a Beyonder. She has an immortal body and an ageless face... She is a very beautiful person."

Many years later, when Socrates recalled it again, he finally understood what kind of emotions the mentor who led him into the field of magic had.

The magician said that the witch saved him by chance, gave him some simple instructions on magic, and then embarked on a journey alone.

The magician asked her where she was going, but the witch said she didn't know her destination either.

Just go out for a walk, just walk around, wander around aimlessly, and occasionally walk with some people.

"She should have forgotten me a long time ago."

The magician commented.

Considering that Socrates was still a child, the magician decided to take responsibility and find a place willing to raise Socrates. The former witch found that the magician had great magical talent, so she gave him some pointers, after all, magic was the best pass.

The result surprised the magician.

"Your magical talent surpasses mine."

"is it?"

"How old are you?"

"Six years old."

"It's not too late to start. You will achieve great success in the future. You may even become a court magician."

The magician obviously underestimated Socrates, as the heights he ultimately reached were beyond the magician's imagination.

The magician taught Socrates all his magical knowledge without reservation.

A year later, the magician decided to set off again.

"Congratulations, Socrates, you are now ready to start your career."

"Time flies... Can't you stay a little longer, teacher?"

"No, it's time for me to go."

"Are you going to see that witch?"

The magician's expression froze.

"Witch? Why do you think so?"

"I don't know. Gut feeling."

The magician smiled bitterly and ruffled Socrates' hair.

"I don't know where she is, and I've said that she definitely won't remember me anymore. I'm leaving because I don't have anything else to teach you. Your future belongs to the vast sky. Finally, let me teach you a lesson. Don't reveal your talent to strange magicians. Some magicians might kill you out of jealousy."

"I remember that. But the teacher is not that kind of magician."

"What are your plans for the future?"

"I want to visit my hometown."

"Then I wish you a safe journey."

The magician did not stop him. Although Socrates was only seven years old, he already had magical attainments that ordinary people could not do, so it was unlikely that anything unexpected would happen. Moreover, after a year of getting along with him, the magician felt that Socrates was precocious and not in line with his peers. He was quite good at thinking.

Before leaving, Socrates suddenly said to the magician.

"I will find the witch."

"..."

"I think she will definitely remember a kind wizard like the teacher."

"……Um."

Socrates bid farewell to his mentor who introduced him to the world of magic, and returned to his hometown over mountains and rivers.

The war is over, and one of the two sides in the war for the gold mine has won. The new workers are working tirelessly to mine gold for the lord, as if the blood shed on this land had never happened.

Perhaps others would be angry, but as the magician commented, Socrates was different from his peers.

Socrates was unexpectedly calm, even though his relatives had died in the war.

He knew that no matter how furious he was, he could not use magic to resurrect his relatives. His mentor once said that the witch had told him that it was impossible to revive the dead, and that she, as a Beyonder, could not do it.

Despite this fact, as a child under ten years old, he skipped even the sadness and entered into deep thought.

The war was caused by gold mines.

To be precise... it's "resources".

Human beings began to fight over "resources", and resources without owners will naturally bring disasters.

Would the same thing have happened if the gold mine had been discovered entirely within the borders of a certain territory?

Socrates' thinking was still at an extremely superficial stage. If the interests were sufficient, anything could happen.

Fortunately, Socrates was able to realize this, as his current experience was not enough to get an answer.