The Peaceful Life Of A Maid Who Hides Her Power And Enjoys It - Chapter 345
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Part 2, Chapter 143
As soon as Trevia returned to Sier Gat with me, she wiped the corners of her eyes and struggled to throw off her tattered wedding dress.
The city’s condition wasn’t as serious as I had worried.
However, due to the powerful mana conflict, the sky was filled with red dust, and occasional tremors that shook heaven and earth caused terrible roaring sounds.
【All residents must evacuate to designated air raid shelters. This is a real situation. All residents must evacuate to designated air raid shelters.】
Countless people and carriages surged like a tidal wave, evacuating into Legion. Someone ran out in front of the Temple of the Deities, clasping their hands together and bowing dozens of times.
“Oh Deus… Oh Spolia… I earnestly beseech you to protect Sier Gat and its people… protect our families…”
Meanwhile, as I observed the reddened sky ahead, I was seized by a strange doubt.
Except for the warning sounds and people’s murmuring, a calm quietness dominated the surroundings.
It was an alien landscape.
‘Has the sky on this side not been breached yet?’
But from somewhere throughout the city, screams and cries of pain could definitely be heard. It meant war had already begun.
“Trevia, how many defensive magic focal points does Sier Gat have in total?”
A defensive magic focal point is simply put, a control room where mana needed to maintain shields is supplied.
Trevia, who was struggling to tear off the veil fixed to her head, quickly answered.
“Including east, west, south, north, and the center, there are five in total. In emergency situations, the defensive magic corps moves to each control room to guard them and repair the shields.”
Five, you say.
Considering that Pen Rota Imperial Palace had only one defensive magic focal point, it was certainly an impressive scale. Even more so since mana was supplied by Spolia alone.
“…But something’s strange. Except for this area, about half the focal points are already broken.”
Looking at the flow of power, I could sense at least two, possibly three holes in the solid defensive magic.
Trevia looked back at me with a shocked expression.
“What? Ha-half?”
“It doesn’t seem like much time has passed since things started, but they’re breaking too quickly.”
In cases like this, there’s only one answer.
“Is there a traitor inside?”
“Don’t be ridiculous! What kind of stupid lunatic would let Rien into the city of all people…”
Trevia’s expression, who had been scolding me with a fierce voice, gradually hardened coldly.
“…Gukyo.”
Ah, right. Didn’t they say the surviving roots of Gukyo follow Rien?
“It must be them. If there are traitors inside the city, only they come to mind. To drive out the Deus religion… Those stupid and foolish bastards! How mercifully did Lady Spolia look upon their situation…!”
Trevia jumped up hurriedly, grabbed my hand, and started running.
“What, where are we going?”
“Huff, huff… Where else? We have to guard the defensive magic control room! Those bastards must be doing something strange to the control room! Anyway, we can’t face Rien head-on with our power…”
Creak—
At that moment.
Rumble!
A huge crack appeared overhead, and rain of fire began pouring through the opened gap.
“Kyaaaah!”
“M-Mother!”
“It’s the flames of disaster! Duck! Duck your heads!”
Those who had gathered on the main road to evacuate urgently fell to the ground, trembling with fear.
Sword.
I need a sword.
But I didn’t need one. Because I myself am a sword.
A familiar sensation filled my fingertips. Climbing onto the roof using a nearby wall, I lightly swung my energy to create a whirlwind in the middle of the pouring flames.
Whoosh.
Without losing concentration, I made the whirlwind faster and longer, shooting it up into the sky.
The flames soon became a single pillar, decorating the air before disappearing beyond the defensive magic.
Thanks to the whirlwind, the sparks that scattered in all directions were extinguished by the power of Spolia’s defensive magic, but the flames that had caught fire and spread greatly from a street stall still blazed fiercely, threatening to engulf the surroundings.
Still, it was decent handling in terms of preventing a large-scale disaster.
“Wh-who is that?”
“Isn’t it the defensive magic corps? They created wind to send away the flames of disaster!”
“Thank you… thank you!”
“Me! Dad! Me too! I want to go to the mage too!”
“No. Let’s go quickly, child. We need to evacuate quickly so the mage can protect this city.”
Hmm. To notice that I’m a novice mage… Indeed, residents of a big city. They’re quick to catch on.
I dropped down near the street stall and gathered my energy around that area to draw the flames of disaster into one space. Then I immediately rolled them into a ball like a sphere and grasped it without hesitation.
Trevia, who had followed belatedly, shouted with a voice filled with horror.
“You’re crazy! No, what are you doing right now! If you don’t cut off your hand right now, you’ll burn to death…”
Before the hot heat that consumed my mind could climb up my arm, I quickly cut off my hand.
One hand.
‘Should I say this was a cheap exchange?’
The flames of disaster, unable to find more prey, shrank to a handful of embers and soon disappeared as black smoke.
I looked down at my wrist where new flesh was growing at a very slow pace, blood dripping steadily.
As expected…
‘Too slow.’
Even if my power recovered, was there a limit to that speed? It looked like it would take half a day just for one finger to grow back.
With just this much, even if I chased Rien to the sea, I wouldn’t survive.
But where is Lu and what is he doing?
“…This is impossible.”
Trevia, who had been looking up at me with vacant eyes, muttered in a voice of disbelief.
“I thought it was a joke… Lord Andert, are you really a god…”
Hope-filled emotions of awe arose on her face. But that was only for a moment. Trevia, who had shaken her head heavily and come to her senses, asked carefully.
“But now wh-what do we do? Starting from where the defensive magic was breached, if the flames of disaster devour the entire city like this…”
“Don’t worry. No matter how crazy Rien is, he’s not capable of destroying the entire city.”
Rien’s land is located far from here, in the southern part of the Empire.
If he overused his power, he would miss the optimal opportunity when holes were made in the defensive magic, so it was highly likely he would leave causing chaos in the city to Gukyo and only move at crucial moments.
For example…
“Does Spolia continue to stay in the Temple of the Deities?”
Trevia, who had looked puzzled at the sudden question, seemed to catch on to the unspoken hint and slowly opened her mouth.
“That’s right, to safely maintain the defensive magic, she must…! Then Rien is targeting the Temple of the Deities…”
“He would.”
“I-indeed! But it won’t be easy. The Temple of the Deities is a holy ground where Lord Deus’s blessing resides. For an outsider to intrude without permission, several conditions are needed. All defensive magic control rooms must be destroyed and our Order of the Divine Knights must be annihilated…”
“Annihilated?”
I stared into the eyes of Trevia, who was preciously clutching Spolia’s jewel.
Annihilation. Then.
“Since Rien can’t kill Dunain, he’ll come to kill you soon.”
“…What?”
Just like now.
Whoosh—
“Ah!”
I grabbed Trevia by the nape of her neck and avoided the flames rising at high speed. Soon after, the flames of disaster surrounded us in a circle, blazing.
‘Fast.’
With Trevia on my back, I faced off against the silhouette that began slowly approaching from beyond the red dust.
At that moment, another presence appeared in front of us, blocking the way.
“…”
Dunain, Spolia’s knight clad in silver armor. And.
“Damn. I’ve been looking for a while.”
It was Garrosh.
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