People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

But what she didn't expect was that even so, Se Lian was still not inferior to her in any way.

He joined the Olivenis classroom and became a disciple of Luther, one of the top masters in the academy at that time. He was even appreciated by Azrael, the master of the Caleros classroom, and successfully obtained the Double Wisdom Stone Set and learned the magic of the two classrooms.

Until the end, she was awarded a witch's headgear.

Although as a witch, Se Lian cannot compare with her in terms of power, she has left her far behind in terms of honor.

Becoming a witch is the second most prestigious honor after becoming a master who created a classroom, and it is also the honor that all female pyroxene magicians dream of.

In general, the two are competitors, but also rare friends.

Although he had never heard Serlian mention this matter, given Teacher Serlian's personality, he was probably...not taking Professor Miriam seriously at all.

"Forget it. I hope you can still remember me, the magic professor who taught you for a while." Miriam seemed to have let it go and waved her hand casually.

"Please rest assured, I will never forget this." Reinhardt slowly raised his body and said solemnly.

In his heart, although he initially thought Miriam was a nobody, he discovered through his interactions with her in recent years that this professor was even better and more impressive than he had imagined.

Whatever she knew, she would always tell him, which helped her a lot in improving magic.

If it weren't for Miriam, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to transform the magic created by Loretta into my own so easily.

Not only that, I also learned a lot about prayer from Miriam.

According to Miriam, although prayer and pyroxene magic are two parallel lines, they are basically unrelated.

But in essence, the two are extremely similar, and can even be said to have the same origin.

Pyroxene magic is the miracle discovered from pyroxene, and prayer is the miracle that reproduces the will and power of the gods.

So there is no difference between the two.

It’s a pity that although I got so much from Professor Miriam, the only thing I didn’t learn was the magic of teleportation.

That magic is said to be Kalia's most advanced magic, which is to achieve instant movement according to the trajectory of the starry sky.

Countless people have tried to learn it, but in all of Kalia, and even in Lienia, only Princess Lani and Queen Renara know how to use it.

And even she could only use that magic to move back and forth in the study tower, and it would be useless outside of here.

All I can say is, it's a pity...

"Don't be so ungrateful. Even your teacher, Selene, hasn't learned this magic." Miriam complained helplessly.

After several years of contact, she now knows what Reinhardt is thinking just by looking at him.

If this magic is really that easy to learn, why didn't the Kalia royal family use it during the war between the stars and the moon?

He had already turned around and pushed down the hometown of the magic academy.

However, she was quite happy about this. Even Selene hadn't learned it, and this was the only time she defeated Selene.

But then, she thought of something.

"By the way, Lord Blaze just came and said that Her Royal Highness the Princess summoned you back to the fortress. She has something important to tell you."

"Princess Lani is looking for me?" Reinhardt was slightly stunned.

He started to think about what big things might have happened recently, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of anything, let alone why Lani was looking for him at this time.

It was obvious that Lani had never summoned him once in all these years in the study.

Under Miriam's constant urging, he finally got on the horse tied at the door of the study and hurried towards the Kalia Castle.

As for Topps who came here with him?

He returned to Kalia Castle three years ago, and he should be living well now.

After all, the Topps force field has been officially released, and according to Lani's personality, she will definitely protect Topps.

However, on his way back to the walled city, he encountered a roadblock.

"Uu——"

Reinhardt hurriedly reined in his galloping horse, only to see a figure appear in front of him, blocking his way.

It was a woman, the shadow cast by her graceful body was stretched out by the light of the golden tree. The clothes on her body were very thin, just like the clothes worn by ancient Greeks in the sculptures in the previous life. The black long skirt dotted with golden leaves highlighted her graceful lines.

Her slender wrists, white neck, and even her slender waist were adorned with gold ornaments. Her long, gilded hair fluttered slightly in the sea breeze, and she wore a golden headdress similar to a laurel wreath on her head.

Such clothing and charming posture give people an inexplicable sense of charm. Not only is she elegant and beautiful, but she also gives people a very powerful feeling, like a god. Just standing there makes people want to surrender to her.

I remember the last person with such a temperament was [Full Moon Queen] Lenara.

And unlike Lenara, the aura she exuded was inexplicably illusory, just like the golden tree in the distance.

Who is it?

Reinhardt frowned.

He sensed a power in the woman that was no less powerful than Lani's, and the abundant golden power was almost overflowing.

He had only experienced this feeling in Radagon before, and the power contained in the woman was even stronger than Radagon.

The most important thing is that this figure looks extremely familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it before...

"...Sinner Reinhardt."

The woman seemed to be aware of Reinhardt's arrival, and her ethereal yet pleasant voice echoed in his ears.

As the voice fell, the woman slowly turned to face him, but Reinhardt's eyes suddenly widened and his heart trembled.

He would never mistake those golden eyes and the power of the golden law contained in them.

And he also remembered where he had seen that face before—

He would never forget that stunning face. It was the winner of the battle for the borderland, the deity of the Golden Tree—

"Everqueen Malika?!"

"...Finally, you have arrived, Reinhardt, the sinner that the Golden Tree hates."

Her red lips parted slightly, and the lewd music that was as addictive as aged wine echoed in her ears again.

The woman did not deny it. Instead, she looked him up and down with her bright golden eyes, as if she were looking at an object.

Such a look made him feel very uncomfortable.

However, what concerned him more was Marika's words.

Wait for me...to do what?

Could it be that because of him, Two Fingers and the Golden Tree even used this queen who was above everyone else to capture him?

That's really too much of a self-pity...

Feeling that the other party seemed to have some ill intentions, Reinhardt secretly reached into the leather bag he carried with him and grasped the two Chaboliensis grapes. With his other hand, he tightly grasped the "De" on his waist, ready to release starlight at any time.

Even though his current strength is far from that of this god who can even kill the giants, he doesn't mind giving it a try.

At least, even if it means death, you have to make the other party suffer and not take away even a pound of flesh!

"...Nice look, you're an excellent fighter."

For some reason, Malika suddenly started praising herself.

Then, the slender heels slowly sank into the soft soil, and when they were pulled out, they brought up some fresh soil. The dark hem of her skirt, like the night sky, dragged casually on the ground, but Marika didn't seem to care at all, and walked towards him step by step.

With every step closer, Reinhardt couldn't help but tighten the grapes in his hand.

Finally, Malika stopped in front of him and looked down at him.

"...Are you nervous, Reinhardt?"

"?"

Reinhardt slowly typed a question mark.

He was about to take action, but Marika suddenly said this, which made him almost crush the Chapolili grapes and even almost release starlight.

But when he looked up and saw Marika's face again, it was full of mockery.

69. Reinhardt: Am I a giant panda? I came here to observe (2.6K)

Marika, wife of the exiled War King Gelfred, mother of the Golden King Godwin, queen of the rare people, owner of the Elden Ring and the Golden Law, and deity of the Golden Tree.

Once, with a proud attitude, he slaughtered all the giants who believed in the evil god of fire on the snowy mountains, leaving only one survivor to guard the eternal cauldron of fire, and with a proud attitude, he branded it with a curse -

"Humble giant, eternal guardian of flames—

Live for it.”

But now, the notorious golden tree god, the Eternal Queen Marika, appeared in front of him. Not only had she been waiting for him for a long time, but she was also looking at him with a playful expression?

What do you mean?

He didn't understand, but his tense muscles had slowly relaxed, even the tightly clenched "virtue" had loosened, and his hand was stretched out from the leather bag.

At least for now, the queen doesn't seem to have any intention of taking action.

"Your Majesty the Everqueen, what may I ask of you?"

Adhering to the principles of being a Kalia Knight, he behaved politely, dismounted and gave Marika a respectful knight's salute.

But in the process, his eyes couldn't help but sweep across the body of the Queen in front of him.

The snow-capped mountains and the deep ravines attracted his attention, and the slender waist that could be held in one hand was even more fascinating.

So big, so white, and so thin, is this the power of the Golden Rule?

"...your eyes changed, losing the fear."

Marika did not answer his question. Like Reinhardt, Marika had been watching his changes.

"As expected, your presence is quite interesting, Reinhardt, the Knight of Renee."

Proud yet sacred, sexy yet charming, like a noble saint, and like a king who rules the world, with majesty and compassion coexisting. Just standing there, one can't help but want to surrender to her skirt.

This is the Eternal Queen - Malika.

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty. I'm afraid a mere Knight Kalia wouldn't be worthy of your approval as the ruler of the borderland," Reinhardt replied calmly.

But his words were met with Marika's giggles.

"Hehe... Is that really the case?"

The light laughter seemed to be endowed with some kind of magic, echoing on the cliffs and in the heart.

Marika gave him a deep look, then slowly turned around and walked to the edge of the cliff. She looked across the sea at the giant golden tree towering into the sky and said with emotion, "Reinhardt, you exude a nostalgic aura, a aura rejected by the golden tree."

The smooth and delicate back makes people want to put a few cupping jars on it and leave their own marks.

Those golden eyes reflected the image of the golden tree, but she didn't seem to be looking at the big tree that had existed for who knows how long. Instead, she was looking in a farther direction, looking at the horizon through the treetops that emitted a hazy glow.

But the riddle man's statement also gave Reinhardt a headache.

What does this woman want to do?

A nostalgic scent?

You're also having an affair with the sun? How come I didn't know?

She complained silently in her heart, but on the surface she still looked respectful: "So, Your Majesty, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"...I was just curious and wanted to take a closer look at you, Reinhardt."

Malika turned her head, her long golden hair cascading down her smooth back as she moved, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a beautiful smile.

"Your news, your existence, has long since spread throughout the border area like fallen leaves."

"???"

Such statements made him even more confused.

Observe me? I'm not a giant panda, why would you observe me?

And my existence has spread throughout the border area?

As for?

This was not good news for him. He still understood the principle that "the tallest tree in the forest will be destroyed by the wind". If possible, he still wanted to quietly be the sixth one and carry forward the spirit of Professor Miriam.

However, while he was waiting to say something, Malika had disappeared.

All that remained was a speck of golden light and a single sentence echoing in the air—