Chapter 161

Ed Ross Taylor Contest (1)

Although his entire body was covered in dust, he did not shed a single drop of blood.

The baggy shirt and skirt were torn here and there, turning into rags, and the amount of magical power that seemed to turn the world upside down had decreased considerably.

Still, Lucy Mayril had no intention of collapsing.

– Quaaaaaaaaaaa!

The highest level elemental magic has been revealed for an unknown number of times.

Even as dozens of lightning struck from the sky, a huge amount of fire rose from the magic circle, and hundreds of ice spears decorated the sky, Mebula was not suppressed until the end.

If we had not fought while paying attention to our surroundings, the firepower was at a level that would have required a complete redrawing of the map. To that extent, Lucy Mayril’s magic went beyond common sense.

Every time Lucy floated in the night sky and waved her hand, Mebula’s eyes turned towards her. The plan was to exchange countless sums and see who would run out of magic first.

How far can one person go in terms of strength? It’s surprising that a human being who only lives for a little over a hundred years at most could be born with such powerful powers.

However, there was no need to see the end here.

Mebula has lost its advent meaning.

It was planned to descend into the world using the power of sacrifices, but Crepin, who was to be the medium, lost his life.

Even though he was endlessly injected with Mevuller’s magical power, he ultimately met his end at the hands of Ed Rosstaylor.

“...?”

Suddenly, a huge beopjin appeared in the sky. It was neither the sacrificial law that Crepin embodied nor the elemental law that Lucy embodied.

The Beopjin that Mebula manifested was a moving Beopjin that escaped the shackles of royalties... and went to the dimension where Mebula originally existed.

Mebula decided to retreat. Because of just one wizard.

“Where...!”

Lucy gathered magical energy into her hands again in front of Mebula, who was about to retreat. If Lucy concentrates her mind, she can completely destroy that level of magic.

But suddenly, when her stiff shoulders started to feel tingly and ringing... Lucy narrowed her brows.

With blank eyes, I look down at the grounds of the Ross Taylor mansion. From the looks of it, Crepin Rosstaylor has come to an end and the chaos inside the mansion seems to be coming to an end.

The workers and tentacles all lost their strength and fell down. The gremlins are retreating all at once, and the Knights Templar and the Imperial Guard are entering the grounds of the mansion.

The situation is coming to an end. In the end, Mebula was unable to break through Lucy before Crepin died.

A single human blocked the path of the evil spirit. There was no need to explain what that meant.

“Okay, go.”

All of Mebula’s eyes disappearing beyond the legal line are looking straight at Lucy. It seems like they are declaring that it is only a temporary retreat, but it does not change the fact that they were ultimately defeated.

“Don’t even think about coming back.”

Lucy’s white hair, shining under the starlight, flutters through the night sky. It’s impressive that I can’t even tie my hair down with a hair tie like usual, so it’s blowing like wild hair.

There is no feeling of joy in victory as he looks up at Mebula with a blank face. In the end, I felt like I was incompletely combusted in a fight that ended in vain.

As the appearance of Mebula, which had been decorating the night sky, disappeared, Lucy slowly came down to the ground.

“It’s coming down...!”

“I faced that crazy monster... by myself...!”

“I... I can’t tell you how many high-level magics I used... I can’t even count them... But you’re so fine...?”

As it slowly descended from the night sky and landed in the central garden, the soldiers began to split up.

The girl who faced the evil spirit alone and came down to earth alone seems like a messenger from God.

All the soldiers who entered the central garden were speechless and just looked at Lucy landing so slowly.

He is a man who, if he puts his mind to it, can lay waste to the entire mansion grounds with just a wave of his hand.

That fact was clearly confirmed through the battle just now. The criminals are in a situation where they can’t even say anything.

Lucy didn’t even care about those stares and shook off the clothes that were becoming tatters.

And then I glanced around. Most of the time, it was just full of soldiers with their eyes wide open, but if you close your eyes and feel the magic, a familiar smell of grass rises from somewhere in the distance.

With his clothes still in his place, he walked between the soldiers with a bouncy pace. Wherever you go, the crowds naturally split to form a path.

I found a blond boy lying under a large zelkova tree in the central garden.

The boy, who is leaning against a zelkova tree with his entire body covered in blood and unconscious, seems to have already been through a lot.

Around him are two soldiers providing first aid, and a spirit priest and a saint watching behind them. Lucy’s eyes widened for a moment when she saw the two, but then she let out a breath of air as if it was okay and walked towards the boy.

“Ah ah...!”

One of the soldiers who was providing first aid looked back and was startled. The same goes for the spirit priest or saint next to him.

He tried to say something to Lucy, but Lucy just brushed it off with one ear as if she wasn’t interested, pushed the soldier to the side, and placed a finger on the boy’s solar plexus.

From cuts, abrasions, burns, bruises, and even fractures. Although he has endured many hardships, this is the first time he has suffered injuries of this level.

In addition, the magic power was used excessively, so the flow of magic power inside was completely distorted, and the heat was rising due to the recoil. It’s a heart-wrenching sight just to look at, but all Lucy can do right now is to inject her own magic power and release the twisted magic power.

After tuning the flow of magical power for a while, Lucy sat next to Ed, leaning her back against the zelkova tree.

Both are completely ruined. Lucy was able to hold on to her body well, but she was exhausted.

Lucy leaned her head on Ed’s shoulder and sighed. And due to the fatigue that came from using my magic power to the limit... my eyes began to close little by little.

“Towards the central mansion... take my hat...”

He said and quietly closed his eyes. The sound of rapid breathing came out.

The soldiers and the two girls who were watching were dumbfounded and speechless.

What was certain was that no one could touch Lucy at this point.

She was the hero of this massacre, single-handedly stopping the descending evil spirit and sending it away.

*

“I beg your pardon?”

Princess Fenia could not believe her ears.

“Didn’t you say that Persica was the one who made Brother Lindon give up his position as crown prince? I don’t know how she pressured Brother Lindon, but she did it anyway, so she must be greedy for the imperial power.”

More than an hour had already passed since the uproar at Ross Taylor Social Church began.

I heard that a separate team is coming from the imperial family, so this case will soon be transferred to the imperial jurisdiction and will begin to be resolved.

Currently, only the cathedral knights and a few imperial guards are controlling the scene.

They extinguished the fire and identified and protected surviving personnel. After administering first aid to the injured, we were watching the situation until they received proper medical assistance.

The soldier who checked inside the tent at the sudden loud noise also opened his eyes and was surprised. Fenia He slapped Selaha.

Selaha made eye contact with the soldier and shook his head. The soldier nodded in cold sweat and went out of the tent again, but the tension was still there.

“Are you crazy, Fenia?”

“I can see Sister Selaha’s intentions. That’s why you interpret Ed Ross-Taylor’s actions so maliciously.”

Another moment of silence. Then,

Selaha slowly closed his eyes and spoke.

“When persuading the public, I always take all the blame and burn at the stake. You need a scapegoat to disappear.”

“So Ed Rothtaylor is the right person?”

“I told you so. The more neat and tidy the work gets done, the better. The sight of Ed Rosstaylor burning at the stake is a sure sign that everything has been resolved well.”

“...”

Fenia Elias Cloel, Princess of Mercy. She

has never entered into a confrontation with any of the emperor’s rulers and has simply 3 She has been faithful to her role as princess.

She raised her eyes and stared straight at Selaha.

“It’s disgusting.”

“That’s how politics is. “He’s not yet an adult.”

“Do you think the other people who support him will stay quiet? Yenica Palover and Lucy Mayril will also completely take his side.”

“Once you take him to the imperial family, everything will be easy. I wouldn’t know it in a foreign country like this, but there are a lot more forces supporting me within the imperial family. There, you can further leverage the authority of the imperial family and mobilize powerful armies and many subjects who have sworn loyalty to the imperial family.

If you add Fenia’s influence to the mix, things couldn’t be handled more cleanly than this. It’s not that difficult to ask about the testimony of the two. Those two are just victims of being deceived.

”

Fenia looked at Selaha with the corners of her eyes trembling.

“Think carefully, Fenia. If Persica decides to make a move, you won’t be safe whether you are interested in the emperor or not. If you want to survive in a high position, you have to be good at walking the ropes.”

“...”

“The next few hours from now are nothing short of golden. If we can somehow take the unconscious person to the imperial palace, the rest can proceed smoothly. There is no time to react.”

Selaha continued to talk, but Fenia did not reply even a single word.

“We have enough reasons to do that. You are responsible for getting things resolved. Of course, I completely understand your position as you placed a lot of trust in Ed Rosstaylor, but...”

Selaha spoke clearly.

“If you keep holding a card in your hand that should be used as a discard card, it will eventually hinder you. Think about it from a national perspective.”

Fenia quietly placed her hands on the table and stood up. The way she looked at Selaha, with her chin pulled in and her eyes quietly raised, was filled with only cold emotions.

“To Ed Rosstaylor . “Don’t touch me.”

“I thought it would come out that way... but even if you talk like this, you still have that kind of attitude...”

Selaha spoke in a frustrated tone, but to Fenia, he just seemed like a monster who was blinded by imperial authority.

It used to be like this. It wasn’t that heinous. I don’t know what happened with Persica while Fenia was in Sylvania, so she’s trying to keep her in check like this.

“Listen carefully. Who will pick him up now that he is unconscious is a very important issue. No matter what anyone says... he will be a person of great significance in resolving this tragedy. If he has political sense, there is a possibility that he will become a more troublesome character.”

“...”

“Whether he becomes a hero or a traitor, depending on how he is used, it will have great political significance. “He is a descendant of the fallen Rosstaylor and the person who was with him until the end of everything. Even if it wasn’t a competition for the imperial power, he could easily be used as a political tool.”

Selaha’s story itself was true. Nevertheless, Fenia could not look at Selaha in a good light.

“Legion Commander Magnus and investor Roland are also coming to the Rosstaylor mansion. Do you think the Northern Grand Army and the Elte Company will just fold their arms in the face of this mouth-watering situation? “We have to move first.”

This is a valuable opportunity to exert influence on the imperial family in some way. As the greatest power on the continent falls, the imperial power structure will be reorganized, and what position one takes in that chaotic time is a very important question.

Ed . Ross Taylor holds influence that can be meaningful in establishing that position in some way.

“As the princess, we are responsible for the structure of imperial power. Isn’t that right, Fenia? Or do you plan to hand over the leadership to the Northern Grand Army forces or the Elte Chamber of Commerce?”

“Unfortunately, I am not interested in things like the imperial power structure.”

At that time, there was a girl who removed the entrance to the tent and came inside.

For a moment , Fenia and Selaha’s eyes were drawn to this. Who would dare enter the barracks by talking to the two princesses while they were talking? There are

not many people in this empire who would dare to do such a thing as a commoner.

However, the one who came in When the two princesses saw their faces, their faces froze.

“Oh my, I’m sorry for being an uninvited guest. However, I am a person who is much more interested in being able to put a few more gold coins in my wallet than reorganizing the imperial power.”

Lortel Kecheln is the acting head of the Elte Chamber of Commerce and one of the empire’s largest asset owners. He

has flowing auburn hair and looks quite handsome. She walked into the tent wearing a pretty dress and smiling like a fox.

“You...”

She nodded and greeted Selaha, who recognized Lortel, and took a seat at one side of the negotiation table.

The conversation that was going on inside . The first thing Lortel said after settling down to what extent he had heard about was... It was a story that gave quite a chill to Fenia.

“So... I even heard someone talking about hanging someone at the stake...”

*In the mansion The central garden was filled with a group of soldiers controlling the scene.

The atmosphere, which was chaotic at first, calmed down considerably once the situation was controlled to some extent.

Several investigators from the Imperial Guard collected basic testimonies from people at the scene. The cathedral knights were guarding the area around the saint.

Saint Clarice did not want to fall near the zelkova tree where Ed Rosstaylor was lying and resting, so most of the cathedral knights were stationed nearby. The

knights guarded her . Clarice, who was taking a rest, looked at the zelkova tree where Lucy and Ed were sleeping and leaned against it, and became deep in thought.

“Hmm...”

Clarice basically has almost no sense of politics. She is a noble and sacred being at the top of the Holy Emperor Island. I just lived while being respected.

Nevertheless, every three years of Seodanggae is the law of reciting the good fortune. Immediately after such a major accident occurred, all kinds of forces would move into action, looking for their own rice bowls and analyzing the situation.

The person standing at the center is the one who is conscious now. It would be Ed Ross Taylor, who is receiving treatment for the loss of his life.

Amidst all kinds of turmoil, he, who should be more sane than anyone else, is actually unconscious. If

this continues, he will be consumed as a political victim regardless of Ed’s will, or someone else’s success. There was a high possibility that it would become a chess piece for .

If that were to happen, wouldn’t it be better to take him to Seonghwangdo, get treatment, and then give him time to slowly gather his thoughts?

Luckily, it’s school vacation season. There is enough time to get enough rest.

However, whether or not we can take him to Seonghwangdo... we have to wait and see the situation on the ground.

I wonder where to take the unconscious man... It felt like all the forces gathered in this mansion were carefully observing the atmosphere with their eyes wide open.