Xingtie, started with a guitar, and made a living by singing

This was still thanks to the help of a certain bard. Relying on the omnipresent wind, he accurately found the monsters hidden in various tricky corners for the Silver Mane Iron Guards, thus further reducing the Iron Guards' casualty rate.

It can be said that the Silver Mane Iron Guards, who have been accustomed to suffering heavy casualties in exchange for tragic victories since the current Grand Guardian took office, never thought that the most troublesome and troublesome task of cleaning up the battlefield would actually have such an easy day.

Just follow the wind's instructions, find the monster, then shoot, confirm the kill, and continue to the next cycle.

Even if they are accidentally counterattacked, the wind wrapped around them will turn into a shield to block the monsters' self-sacrificing attacks.

This mastery of power amazed Lieutenant Dunn.

"I never imagined that power could manifest in such a myriad of forms within a single person. Perhaps it's truly the freest wind."

Of course, this was just talk. Lieutenant Dunn didn't think it was an easy task. At least changing the basic concept of power itself was a very difficult task.

Even he could only cover himself with the power of protection at best. A gifted talent like Guard Officer Jeppard could extend and materialize it.

But controlling the power and switching forms as easily as Wendy could do was something he would never dare to dream of.

Even until now, he still didn't know what the other person's fate was. However, this was a matter of privacy after all, and the other person was also a friend of Lady Bronya, so he had no reason to inquire without permission.

After talking with Bronya, Wendy stayed behind and did what he could.

Only after she assisted Bronya to complete her work did she look back again, this time with a look of deep curiosity and trust.

She was also very curious about Wendy's power, but out of modesty and respect for her friend, she did not ask questions. Instead, she planned to wait for Wendy to recognize her and then let him tell her.

By the way, I also formally apologized to Wendy again.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, but someone must be on the front lines. If I were to abandon my post, I would be ashamed of both my companions and the people of Beloberg."

"It's okay, it's okay. This is also a rare and fresh experience for me."

Seeing the Iron Guards fight like this was truly the first time I'd seen them in person. As for why I hadn't done this sooner, there were some reasons.

In the beginning, Wendy's power was not as much as it is now. It slowly emerged after she gradually became clear about what she wanted to do and put it into practice.

It was not until recently that he officially mastered Wendy's own demonic power, as well as some intangible and invisible but real powers.

If we only talk about the former, this power is not as strong as during the past seven reigns, which could easily cover the earth's surface and change the world.

But those were just a few of the outbursts recorded in the text, and it doesn't mean that the power of the demon god can only do these things.

Otherwise, Barbatos was just a wisp of wind among thousands of winds. How could he lead the young man to victory?

It can be said that for the Seven Consuls, their true power does not only come from the Heart of God. The victory in the battle against the devil comes first, and then the Heart of God comes. This is the primary and secondary relationship that must be clarified.

Just like the old man next door in Mondstadt, and the warrior who guarded eternity with desolate eyes, for them, the Heart of God was more like a symbol of "proof" of their identity, rather than the ultimate manifestation of their power.

Although Barbatos's power is not as strong as these two, and even his position as a god was handed over by others, the uniqueness of his power should not be underestimated.

Perhaps this is nothing in the entire universe, but for this planet that has been trapped in an ice age for hundreds of years, he is probably, perhaps, possibly the strongest.

If we take into account the "power of destiny" that even he could not understand, then there would be no surprises.

The previous idea of ​​obtaining the core of a star as the "Heart of God" was actually to seek greater "freedom".

After all, if you want to travel to the stars in the future, you must have some self-defense skills, right?

Otherwise, if one day she got on a black car, had her kidneys cut off, and was sold to work in a wind power plant, Wendy would not know where to cry.

Similarly, not beating everyone up in a brutal way is also because I hope to witness more of what I want to witness during this journey.

Only in this way can he practice his ideas in these precious things and achieve more growth.

To put it more simply, it is probably the calm attitude of some players towards the game?

Because I know that I can handle everything with ease, I am so calm and composed.

Wendy thought so, and Bronya, who saw that he was thinking, tacitly did not disturb him.

It just stayed by the side until the dawn light shone from the other side of the city wall, and this sleeping gray gear city revived again.

Whether it was the Jeppard garrison officer rushing to reinforce from the rear, or the belated support squad transport convoy, all these familiar scenes cheered up Bronya.

The tiredness after guarding the long night also received some spiritual comfort.

After the formal handover with Guard Officer Jeppard, Bronya left with the relics of her deceased comrades in the awe of everyone. As the most eye-catching one in the team, Wendy was naturally seen by many people.

But no one questioned it.

They are not stupid. Those who come here to serve as soldiers may not have a high level of education, but when it comes to human relationships and worldly wisdom, the army is actually a melting pot.

They could easily erase the superficial marks of the past and instead leave behind the unique ability of soldiers to judge people. At least they did not see any disrespect for the poet from the guards around Bronya.

On the contrary, they vaguely surrounded Bronya and the poet, even Lieutenant Dunn.

This also means that their comrades have already recognized each other, and no one will interfere in this matter.

Of course, the more important point is -

Jeppard turned his head and looked at the front-line battlefield that looked like it had been ravaged by a tornado. It looked like it had been ravaged by Qianfeng Ling, and the elemental field was so weak that it was almost not like the one in the depths of the Rift. No matter how you looked at it, it had nothing to do with Lady Bronya.

It seems that the poet is more than just a formidable rival to my sister, so I need to pay more attention to him.

He made a decision secretly in his heart.

Chapter 23: The Small, Fragile City of Preservation

The trip with Bronya needs to be kept secret, so why did Wendy appear in front of so many Silver Mane Guards?

Firstly, it is to recognize his face. No matter what he does in the future, he will not be labeled as a thief by the Silver Mane Iron Guards. This preconceived first impression is very important.

After all, if one wants to change the existing power structure of Beloberg, they cannot be avoided no matter what, and leaving a good impression will only benefit them.

Not to mention that he would be able to raise the banner of rebellion against Cocolia for him, at least he could take advantage of the possible "rebel gang search and arrest operation" in the future and not do his job wholeheartedly.

Secondly, since he wants to gain the support of the biggest legitimate claimant, he must also show his goodwill and have a legitimate image, which is particularly important.

At least as a collaborator, he can't always be sneaky and evasive. What we are doing is not sneaky, so we are not afraid of being exposed to the other party.

As the plan has reached this stage, Wendy believes that she should have been on the opponent's list long ago, so she doesn't care what the tyrant thinks. The fair competition is just about to begin!

But before that—

"Wendy, should it be okay for me to dress like this?"

Unlike her glamorous attire in the past, Bronya now wears simple clothes with a gray headscarf covering most of her hair. She looks more like a country girl than the heir to the Great Guardian.

"——That's great. I almost feel like you're teaching me."

Wendy circled around her, looking amazed.

Probably because it was the first time that someone looked at her with such an "unbridled" gaze, Bronya hugged her arms with a sense of insecurity. This hug, like a lute half-covering her face, immediately made the fullness of her chest even more eye-catching.

But if you keep staring at me like that, it would be too rude, Wendy distanced herself at the right time and said in a gentle voice.

"Then we'll be ready to go out."

"However, there are patrolling Silvermane Guards outside. It might be difficult to go out without alerting them."

After Bronya returned to report, she went straight back to her home outside Krippenburg to rest. Her mother took care of her official business, and she was particularly satisfied with the battle report this time.

Of course, what moved her was not the obviously better casualty rate of the Iron Guards, but the excellence of her daughter reflected behind it.

Indeed, she saw this as a testament to Bronya's exceptional command skills.

Cocolia is extremely happy about every progress of Bronya, as if she is her past self.

Therefore, after praising her for the first time in a long time, he let her go back to rest and wait for the next order.

As for the little bird that has no power and only has some singing and playing skills, just treat it as a pet for my daughter. It won't make any waves.

After all, judging from the information she had obtained so far, the other party was only capable of this, and Bronya would not act recklessly, so she was very relieved about this matter.

Although this will make her regretful and even hate her decision in the near future, that is a matter for the future.

……

As the home of the Great Guardian's heir, it was the result of a terrible incident in the past, so the Silver Mane Iron Guards patrolled closely all year round to ensure security.

To sneak in or break through from the ground head-on is only slightly easier than storming Krippleburg.

Fortunately, the people on the ground had not looked up at the sky for too long. Although they had set up a meticulous defense line on the ground, they lacked sufficient awareness of defense against the sky above.

Wendy's method is simple and crazy.

That is to fly from the balcony on the second floor to the roof, and then with a little disguise, fly directly away from here.

Miss Bronya, who had never experienced flying, was trembling and holding Wendy's arm tightly. She looked a little scared but also too proud to say it out loud. It was really cute.

But fortunately, gentle poets always care about people's hearts and offer them words of comfort at the right time.

"Don't worry, I'll always be watching over you. If you're scared, it's okay to shout out loud. It might even make you feel more relaxed."

He made a lot of preparations for this trip, including a special prop called Wings of Wind.

Although it was just a mock-up made of wind element, it did make Bronya's tense mental state much better.

Even though he still looked a little worried, it was better than being swept up into the sky by the wind without carrying anything.

For her, that wouldn't be flying at all, but a terrifying possibility of falling at any time, right?

"So, have you thought of your first flight comment, Miss Bronya?"

"...Now, just call me Bronya. Just like before..."

Unexpectedly, this noble and reserved young lady took the initiative to speak of repairing the relationship.

"Is that so? That's fine too. After all, a nice name is pleasant to the ear even without embellishment!"

Wendy still said those flattering words, which made Bronya a little worried for a moment. Was he so patient and gentle only with her, or would he be like this with any girl?

Everyone wants to be special, but judging from Wendy's attitude, he doesn't have any improper thoughts about her.

Although thinking this way is narcissistic in itself, I just can't help but want some words to anchor the relationship between us.

Otherwise, she was really confused in this relationship that she didn't know how to describe.

They can be considered friends, enemies...it's also possible in the future. Perhaps an alliance with shared interests is more suitable for the two of them now.

But subtly, Bronya did not want to describe the relationship between them as so distant and alienated.

"Okay, let's go. I'll try my best to coordinate with your movements and not cause you any trouble."

After suppressing her nervousness, Bronya took the initiative to extend her hand to the other person, and the other person, after a slight pause, took her hand very affectionately.

Unexpectedly, this display of intimacy not only didn't make her feel ambiguous, but instead made her feel...

Compared to the other person's graceful and soft hands, his own hands, which had been left with calluses from extensive military training and battles, looked even less like a girl's.

As they were still daydreaming as usual, a breeze lifted them up and sent them soaring into the sky.

Bronya subconsciously felt nervous, but when she saw the other person's gentle eyes, the panic gradually subsided and turned into a kind of tranquility.

The initial feeling of helplessness quickly turned into a sense of fresh experience.

The extremely exciting and upside-down feeling that I imagined did not appear. It was as if I had really turned into a bird, flying freely under the blue sky.

She saw many things that she had never seen before from such a perspective.

Whether it is the Silver Mane Iron Guard defense line that protects the city like a stone wall, or the remaining area for human activities, they are all bound by the rift that spreads like a tumor on the outside.

Seen from this height, far removed from the mundane, the city that once held its former glory is now like a butterfly tightly bound in a spider web, powerless even to struggle.

Even though the Castle of Kripal, firmly situated in the center and seeming to bring a sense of security, still stood there, she did not feel the warmth and grandeur as before.

All I felt was confusion and... insignificance. Yes, perhaps when I stood in front of that fortress, I could feel the wall's impenetrable strength, but here.

When she witnessed the cracks hidden beneath the city's glamorous appearance, she only felt a terrifying sense of crumbling.

If this protective fortress fell, how many sacrifices would it bring? Just thinking about this question made her feel an indescribable heaviness.

Perhaps they did not have such a direct feeling when they were on the ground, but in fact they had already been surrounded by the rift and the wind and snow, and all that was left was a desperate struggle by trapped beasts.

And my mother would definitely not be unaware of this.

But she still chose to continuously send soldiers and resources to the front line to fight back, and then relied on sacrificing all of this to gain meaningless and tragic victories again and again.