Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Lorelaia opened her eyes wide and stood there speechless.

For Barthelmero, who follows the family motto of hunting with an elegant and cheerful mood to show his power, this behavior is undoubtedly inappropriate.

The girl understood this more deeply than anyone else.

However, her eyes were still firmly attracted and she couldn't look away.

The reason for this phenomenon is very simple.

Before she had such noble identities as the Magic Marshal, the Monarch, and the Candidate for the Dean of the Clock Tower, Lorelaia was an out-and-out magician.

A seeker who uses individual existence as a fulcrum and magic as a medium to explore mysteries, analyze the world, and pursue the root cause.

Therefore, there was no way she could just ignore the temptation in front of her.

But the rivers gushing out from under the enemy's feet have continued to flow.

Clear and spotless, rushing forward.

They leaped into the atmosphere like fish into water, creating ripples that surrounded their surroundings.

In this dark and bloodthirsty forest where the atmosphere is poisonous, there should be no rivers or gullies except for the blood-sucking trees and land.

That is, they appear out of thin air.

This goes against common sense.

Even Hohenheim, the pinnacle of modern alchemy, who can freely transform the five elements and condense them into the Philosopher's Stone, cannot violate the principle of equal exchange.

Therefore, the ultimate secret of a magician is to be able to use only magic power as a medium and allow one's own mental images to replace the inherent barriers of the world for a certain period of time.

Therefore, the ancestor of the dead disciples who possess the Principle Blood Ring and passively erode the laws of the planet while alive will become the enemy who denies human history.

But when you look at the changes before your eyes, you will understand that these powers, which are coveted by countless people and worthy of being called a crown, are just subspecies that are imitated from greater things.

Fu Hailin’s retreat before his eyes is the best proof. When the planet truly reacts and rebuilds the world, the so-called living singularity will be nothing more than a little girl who can be teased by anyone.

——Fantasy becomes reality.

The privilege of freely intervening in the laws of nature by bringing one's will into direct connection with the world.

The ancestor of the Dead Apostles... could actually possess such power?

Words could not describe the surprise in Lorelaia's heart.

Although she didn't want to admit it, the girl now realized that things were really somewhat out of her control.

While the girl was in deep thought, the woman rising from the water also poked her body out.

She was a stunningly beautiful lady at that time.

From the outside, she looks quite young, with delicate and charming facial features and a well-proportioned figure.

Maybe because she was in the water, her skin was as pale as that of an ordinary vampire, but with a jade-like, vibrant and lustrous feeling.

But what is even more striking than her inhuman charm is her lazy temperament.

The eyelids on his hazy red pupils twitched intermittently, making him look sleepy.

The whole person looked dazed and his manner was very casual. Although he was standing, he was swaying like a willow branch in the wind.

If it weren't for her extraordinary beauty, which made this behavior look unique, she would look no different from those people who go to the bar to get drunk and end up lying drunk on the side of the road as soon as they leave.

No...it's no different.

Lorelaia couldn't help but raise her nose slightly.

A large part of the information Breeze extracted from the woman was the strong smell of alcohol.

Being so reckless at this moment of ambush is a sign of self-degradation, whether on the side of the Dead Apostles or the humans.

But the girl also understood that if she really regarded the other party as a bluffing fry, she would most likely be the one to suffer.

Finally, after a few seconds of silence, the woman yawned in an unruly manner as if she had woken up, and her distracted gaze gradually locked onto Loreleija who was on high alert.

"That girl is really unreliable. Although she said she would take it seriously this time, she is still so useless... She had to let me finish her off."

she spoke.

The sound was calm and ethereal, with a dreamlike feeling.

Like a mirage, hazy and gorgeous.

"You are the eldest daughter of Barthamero that the White Wing Prince mentioned, right?"

"I am Smily, the twenty-first seat among the twenty-seven ancestors. Although it is troublesome, you cannot leave here alive today."

Although her appearance was as mysterious and hazy as Rojian's, Smily did not show any pretentious elegance and directly gave her name.

However, judging by her lazy demeanor, she gave people a more businesslike vibe than being dignified.

But even that was difficult enough.

Smeary the water demon.

Although she was only ranked 21st, a lowly position that was often criticized, Loreleija had always been deeply impressed by her information.

After all, this is a rare mutant Dead Apostle.

As monsters that deny human history, legendary vampires, and Dead Apostles have many taboos.

The most common curses include being unable to walk in daylight, being restrained by exorcism objects such as holy water and garlic crosses, and being unable to cross running water.

For ordinary Dead Apostles, without the help of tools and relying solely on themselves, rivers and seas are boundaries that they cannot cross. But just as principles will continue to evolve over thousands of years, life will also find a way out on its own.

Smeale is a Dead Apostle who has overcome this and lives in the water.

Because of this, Loreleija never underestimated the other party.

For the Dead Apostles, the curse is the source of power.

For magicians, the significance of making a fuss about this is no less than changing the quantity and quality of magic circuits and artificially changing their own innate qualities.

The previous fantasy materialization is the best proof. According to rumors, the only one who can possess this ability in modern times should be that Bai Ji...

Being able to do such a thing and possessing such strong strength, it is no surprise that he would have such an attitude of not caring about anything.

Therefore, although the whole person looked completely unreliable, Lorelaia had no doubt about the truthfulness of her words.

and so……

"Is this really Lord White Wing's conspiracy?"

Lorelaia's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Barthelmero's hatred for the Dead Apostles is an unreasonable, almost morbid obsession.

Along with the propositions of Magic Mark and Grand Designation, it is rooted in Barthelmero's bloodline, just like the exorcist impulse of the Four Exorcist Families.

The source of this hatred that the world cannot understand comes from the obsession with victory of successive Barthelmero family heads, and from the feud with their old enemy from many years ago - Lord White Wing.

It would be fine if it came to other Dead Apostles, but when it came to the actions of the nominal King of the Dead Apostles, Lorelei would personally participate even if it meant leaving the Clock Tower and family affairs behind.

As long as she can disrupt the other party's plan, she will do it without hesitation even if it means losing money.

The reason why Loreleija participated in the Magic Eye Collection Train was that in a previous expedition that caused the White Wing Prince to suffer a great loss, she captured that the other party had a connection with the operator behind the train.

But now it seems that the other party may have taken advantage of this persistence and plotted against her.

"Who else would do such a thing except that guy?"

Perhaps because she was not good at lying, or because she was originally displeased with the White Winged Prince, Smyrle readily admitted this. "Although he is the ancestor of the oldest Dead Apostles, he is the only one who would have such a meaningless ambition like a human."

"Is such an unclean thing worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as humans?"

There was undisguised disgust and contempt in Lorelaia's tone.

"Oh?"

Smeeley blinked lazily, as if aroused some curiosity by such an attitude.

"You were clearly tricked by his scheme, but you still maintained this attitude. Do you have any tricks up your sleeve to turn the tables?"

"Of course - I want to answer this way, but unfortunately, this round is indeed my loss."

Loreleija frankly admitted her failure.

Just like the extreme aristocratic advocates who treat everyone equally, the overly arrogant girl also has the calm foresight to abandon the pride and complacency of the strong.

“But that doesn’t mean I have gained nothing.”

Whether it is success or failure, as long as changes occur, they will inevitably leave traces.

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For Loreleija, who was accustomed to using wind magic to collect intelligence, capturing information from those fragmentary records was a piece of cake.

Although the clues that exposed Prince Bai Yi's failure turned into a deadly trap.

But in the final analysis, since we have no idea whether she can detect it or not, and cannot determine whether she will take action or not, this is just a idle move.

Even if Fu Hailin, who did not require negotiation, was removed, it went without saying that it would have cost the White Winged Duke a huge price to get Luo Jian and Smith, the two ancestors of the Dead Apostles outside his faction, to agree to help.

"It's unreasonable for him to put so much effort into a move that he doesn't know if it will work, considering his fussy character."

"Unless he thinks that this move is necessary regardless of whether I come or not."

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Lorelaia's mouth, like the clear light of a sword reflected on the lake.

"If I come, this will naturally be a trap that will bury me here. If I don't come, it can also serve as a layer of insurance. In case I follow this clue and find out some truth."

"Some plans he is carrying out, which he would rather give up his wealth and power to cover up."

"...I underestimated Prince White Wing."

For the first time, a serious expression appeared on Smily's beautiful and lazy face.

"You do have values ​​that require you to pay a huge price and set up perfect insurance to prevent and kill it."

"Unlike that guy who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, I am not keen on creating followers, but if the target is you, I am willing to make an exception."

"With your qualifications, I can directly train you as the successor. Even if you still want to cause trouble for Lord White Wing, I will not stop you."

She raised her head and spoke in a dark tone, as if a cold and damp snake was crawling on her body, leaving behind a trail of creepy sticky marks.

"How about it, Barthelmero? Choose one, either become my follower and leave here with me."

"Or should we continue to resist to the end and become Fu Hailin's food?"

"Neither of them." Her slender eyebrows did not twitch at all, and there was only cold hatred in Lorelaia's pupils. "Anyway, there is a third option."

The girl's face was filled with a sarcastic and fearless smile.

"For example, isn't it also a way of leaving to walk out openly over your dead body?"

Although she is the Marshal of Magic, Lorelaya does not have the puppet technology like Aozaki Touko, whose value exceeds that of the Grand Magician.

In terms of specialness, she is not like Toosaka Rin, who is born with the magical attributes of the five elements.

But the girl never longed for these things.

Her attribute is simply wind, and her magic ability is the omnipotence brought by her bloodline. These two are enough to serve as the foundation of everything.

Once people take shortcuts, they tend to lose their awe and vigilance.

Rather than those special magic or super powers that can be cracked and make people dependent, the girl trusts her own strength more.

Apart from magic, other special techniques are impure.

After all, magic is called magic because it can be replicated and reproduced through other means.

Therefore, even if you don't need to learn them, you can still reach the upper limit of modern times through general techniques.

Even if it is enhanced magic, when used to the extreme, it can allow humans and servants to compete with each other in fists and feet. Even ordinary wind magic, when used to the extreme, is enough to destroy a city.

How much water a wooden barrel can hold depends on the shortest board.

In that case, isn't it enough to just do everything to the best of your ability?
Whether it's strength, speed, or defense, Lorelaia has reached a level that other magicians may not be able to reach in their entire lives.

It is precisely this pure, hexagonal power that makes the Clock Tower, the Church, and even the Dead Apostles describe her existence in this way.

——The pinnacle of contemporary magicians.

The howling wind rose up beneath Loreleija's feet, roaring like thunder.

Then, the earth broke apart.

The forest land was covered with scars from the girl's trampling, and every step she took was like detonating a bomb.

The magical power of the wind released wreaked havoc, shattering the ground and raising countless clouds of dust.

The huge air waves spread out in circles, serving as both a driving force for advancement and an invisible shield.

The moment she started, Loreleija left the voice behind and was very close to Smeelei.

Although she did not obviously reveal her terrifying murderous intent, the water demon had no doubt that in the next moment she would be cut into pieces by the howling wind around the girl.

"I see. No wonder Rita asked the White Winged Lord to invite me to go with him before he would go out."

A glimmer of light flashed in Smily's hazy eyes.

The reason why the twenty-seven ancestors who repeatedly fought and annihilated each other were not taken advantage of by the church and the Magic Association was largely due to Rita's Mystic Rose Eyes.

She often publishes the Rose Prophecy based on the future observed by her Mystic Eye, so that even if the ancestors of the Dead Apostles cannot escape, they can secretly create their own successors.

In this trap set for Loreleija, Rita, who was good at single combat, was still not satisfied after the White Winged Prince provided Fu Hailin's location, and asked the other party to invite her as well.

At first, Smily thought that the other party just hadn't fought for a long time, and wanted to reminisce with her by taking advantage of the name of the White-Winged Prince, the victim.

Now it seems that this is not necessarily the case.

Anyone who inherits the name Bartomero must not be careless.

If Rita attacks alone, most of her ability lies in the magic eye. Facing this kind of numerical monster, she may not be able to achieve her goal even with Fu Hailin.

If you don't treat it with caution, the useless guy will be the one in trouble.

But, she's almost there.

As the price of overcoming the flow of water, Smeeley could not move freely on land like other ancestors, and was a living target who needed to rely on the water surface.

And because she is a neutral like Rita and usually lives in the water, she is even more of a stay-at-home girl than Rita, and she hasn't had a decent battle on land for a long time.

"But I am also a ancestor after all. Knowing that I have this weakness, of course I will take countermeasures." Smily raised her arm and shook it slightly. The surrounding scenery began to shake violently as if there was an earthquake.

——That is a symbol that space begins to distort.

"Although other idiots always forget this, based on your previous performance, I thought you would be smarter. I didn't expect you to rush over without caring about anything. Really..."

As if because she was always looked down upon, the stay-at-home vampire princess revealed a distressed and dangerous smile.

"——Don't underestimate the materialization of fantasy, Miss Barthelmero!" (End of this chapter)