It felt so good to be close to the witch!

"You are the most special person I have ever met. I am very curious about what kind of life could nurture such character in you."

"So, I will definitely wake up."

"And during my slumber, I entrust this doll to your care..."

The sound gradually faded, and finally, it completely disappeared in the night wind.

Roy lowered his head, staring blankly at the doll in his arms.

Through the doll's big, comical smile, he seemed to see a girl curled up, her arms wrapped around her knees, sleeping in endless darkness, waging a silent, desperate battle on the battlefield of consciousness.

After a long silence, a slightly chilly wind finally woke Roy.

He picked up the spatial ring from the doll's arms and examined it briefly—the ring was of a very ordinary design, but four small characters were engraved on the edge: "To Cecil." The characters were delicate and elegant, clearly written by a woman.

After carefully putting away the spatial ring, Roy gently held the dark blue doll in his arms.

Just then, Roy felt a jolt in his pocket.

It's a sound-transmitting conch shell!

Previously, while he was in the magic pulse point space, the sound transmission conch failed, causing him to almost forget about it.

Roy tapped the bottom of the conch shell twice and listened intently. Soon, a gentle yet anxious voice came from inside: "Young Master Roy, how are you now? Where are you? I'm coming to find you."

Shanika?

A look of surprise flashed in Roy's eyes.

From the voice of the healing witch Shanica, Roy could make a preliminary judgment that as the mad personality was swallowed into Cecil's consciousness, the remaining mad magic had completely lost its power, and Shanica was now free from the control she was under.

"Sanica, I'm fine. You don't need to come looking for me. Just go back to the lord's manor. By the way, have you seen Miss Ais?"

Roy quickly transmitted his voice through the white conch shell.

The Ice Witch Ais helped him guard the entrance to the magic pulse point space, blocking two peak Gold Knights—the Crimson Sword Callus and the figure in the black robe and hood.

However, compared to the later appearance of the legendary knight Sima, these two posed a negligible threat.

And what will become of Ais, the Ice Witch who stands in the way of the legendary knight?

Roy couldn't imagine it.

His only hope now is that Miss Ais will escape as soon as she sees the situation is not good, and that she won't foolishly go head-to-head with the legendary knight.

A few seconds later, Roy received a reply from the telepathic conch: "It's so good that you're alright. Miss Ais is right next to me. Her condition wasn't good, but after my initial treatment, she has recovered a lot and is no longer in danger. We'll discuss the details when we meet at the lord's manor."

As a mature and composed witch, Shanika did not act like a willful little girl, insisting on coming to find Roy right now. She was well aware of the current situation; the battle between the two legends on Star Lake demonstrated just how critical the situation was.

Hearing that Shanika and Miss Ais were both alright, Roy breathed a sigh of relief, but Shanika's description of Ais's "not very good" condition made his heart tighten.

But with Shanika around, there shouldn't be any major problems.

With time running out, Roy gently carried the Shadow Witch Lilia on his back and rushed into the darkness of the dense forest, where the moonlight could not reach, heading quickly towards the lord's mansion.

At present, although the legendary knight Sima, who was behind the Star Lake incident, is dead, the fate of Crimson Sword Callus and the black-robed hooded figure is still unknown.

Compared to the legendary knight Sima, the two were nothing but "small fry," but for Roy, even at his peak, he could easily crush him.

If the two are dead, that's one thing; but if they're alive, the best course of action is to quickly return to the lord's manor while they're still distracted by the legendary battle.

Roy has made his decision.

After returning to the lord's manor, he hid in a secluded place and did not come out until the witches had recovered enough fighting strength.

……

Nearly ten kilometers south of Star Lake, almost beyond the Blackstone Territory and into the Iron Mountain Territory, the Scarlet Sword Callus, carrying the unconscious Blood Fortress Robert, stopped, breathing heavily.

"Hu Chi... Hu Chi..."

For a knight who has mastered breathing techniques to the highest level, such a state of being out of breath is extremely rare, which shows how hard he had to run this distance.

At this distance, and in the darkness of night, even the Crimson Sword Calles couldn't see the scene on Star Lake clearly. He could only vaguely sense the terrifying magical fluctuations emanating from there.

"Legendary... damn it!"

Gazing towards the direction of Star Lake, Crimson Sword Callus couldn't help but swear.

As instructed by the young master, he only needed to cooperate by putting on a show, then take over the A-grade forbidden item—the Lost Ice Coffin—and bring it back to the fortress where the Duke's mansion was located.

Little did anyone expect that this seemingly simple task would lead to a series of troublesome events.

First, the person who entered the Magic Pulse Point space to retrieve the A-grade forbidden item - the Lost Ice Coffin - disappeared without a trace. Then, an unknown white-haired crowned witch blocked the entrance to the Magic Pulse Point, beating him and his partner's black-robed, hooded figure until they fled in terror. Finally, and most ridiculously, two legendary beings were also involved.

No, to be precise, it should be a legendary high-star knight and a great witch.

Such beings deserve the utmost respect, even from the entire Duke's mansion. He is merely a lowly Gold Peak Knight; what merit does he possess to undertake such a mission?

It wasn't that Crimson Sword Calles was disloyal to the Duke; it was simply that this matter was far beyond his capabilities. Forcing his way in would only result in him being killed.

However, before fleeing, Crimson Sword Callus had already sent out the unique distress signal of the Crimson Knights. As the leader of the Crimson Knights, his distress signal also had a special mark, so presumably, a powerful knight of sufficient stature would come to take over this mission.

Outsiders only know that the Crimson Knights are the most elite knight order under the border duke, which is true, but in reality, the duke's true top experts are not in the Crimson Knights.

They operate independently of the Crimson Knights and obey only the orders of the Border Duke.

At present, although the Radiant Empire and the Colley Empire intend to cease hostilities before the arrival of winter, they cannot afford to be careless. Unless it is an extremely important matter, these legendary knights belonging to the Duke's Mansion will not move easily.

The current Star Lake incident, involving high-ranking legends and the Great Witch, is of utmost importance and requires the legendary knight of the Duke's mansion to make the trip.

Arriving at a small hillside, Crimson Sword Callus laid down Robert, who was still unconscious, and sat cross-legged, waiting while using breathing techniques to recover his battle aura.

About ten minutes later, Crimson Sword Callus stopped his breathing technique, opened his eyes, stood up, and looked south.

A streak of crimson light, like a shooting star, streaked across the sky and plummeted toward his location.

The crimson streak was incredibly fast. It appeared far away, but within seconds it stopped beside the Crimson Sword Callus.

As the light of battle aura dissipated, a towering knight, nearly three meters tall and resembling a giant, appeared.

"Carles, what happened?"

A deep voice rang out, and the air seemed to ripple.

Crimson Sword Calles bowed respectfully: "Legendary Flame Sword Master."

“The Star Lake Project has encountered an unexpected change. Not only has an unknown white-haired Grand Witch appeared, but also a legendary high-star knight and a great witch.”

"I know that I am not strong enough to complete the mission, which involves legends, so I can only send out a distress signal."

"Legendary high-star knight... Great Witch..." Upon hearing these two titles, the giant-like legendary knight fell silent.

He gazed intently toward the direction of Star Lake. From the remaining fluctuations, he could clearly feel the pressure belonging to a legendary three-star being. As for the Great Witch, he had never seen her, but the magical fluctuations that were intertwined with the pressure of a legendary three-star being and made him tremble with fear must belong to the Great Witch.

"...The battle is over. Lead the way, and we'll go take a look together," the Flame Sword Legendary Knight said in a deep voice.

“Yes! But sir, what about Robert?” Scarlet Sword Callus answered loudly, then said with concern.

"It's alright, just leave him here. I'll leave my strength to protect him."

Upon hearing this, Crimson Sword Callus had no more reservations. Led by the legendary knight of the Flame Sword, the two transformed into streaks of light and flew rapidly towards Star Lake.

The speed of the legendary creature was incredibly fast; in just 30 seconds, the two arrived above Star Lake.

Standing in mid-air, the Flame Sword Legendary Knight stretched out his left hand to feel the residual aura in the air. In addition to the aura fluctuations of the legendary three-star knight and the Great Witch that he had previously sensed, he also felt another, unimaginably powerful magical fluctuation that was not something an individual could possess.

"A burst of magical energy points, huh? Looks like this winter isn't going to be easy..."

After marveling at his surroundings, he focused his attention on his surroundings and soon made a new discovery.

The legendary knight of the Flame Sword landed on the ground and came to the front of a tattered dark gold armor.

The distinctive sword and shield emblem of the Temple Punishment Knight on the dark gold armor made his pupils shrink.

"Temple, divine punishment... Three-star legend, the Great Knight of the Fang Wind—Sima Flor?!"

There are only three or five Grand Knights of Divine Punishment in the province of Lafa, and the broken dark gold armor in front of them, with its obviously feminine design, made the Flame Sword Legendary Knight make a preliminary guess about its owner's identity at a glance.

This conjecture sent a jolt through him.

Before he ascended to the legendary level, the reputation of the legendary knight of Fangfeng had already resounded throughout the entire province of Rafa. Compared to her, he was just a newcomer who had just entered the legendary realm.

With the armor lost, the outcome of this battle becomes quite clear.

Did the Great Witch win...? And where is she now?

After a moment of silence, the Flame Sword Legendary Knight picked up the tattered dark gold armor from the ground and looked at the Crimson Sword Calles beside him: "Where is the A-grade forbidden item - the Lost Ice Coffin?"

“Inside the magical pulsation space at the bottom of the center of Star Lake,” said Crimson Sword Callus, pointing to the center of Star Lake.

Without further ado, the legendary knight of the Flame Sword picked up the Crimson Sword Calles and plunged into the bottom of the Star Lake. He quickly arrived above the shattered and mysterious sealing array and saw the semi-transparent vortex entrance.

“That’s it.” Scarlet Sword Callus said, his spirits lifting.

Without hesitation, the Flame Sword Legendary Knight flew into the semi-transparent vortex and entered the magic pulse point space.

Not long after, within the magic pulse point space, the shocked voice of Crimson Sword Callus echoed: "Where did the A-rank forbidden item, the Lost Ice Coffin, go?!"

Chapter 100 Situation and Gains

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The capital city, Saint-Foye.

At the top of the magnificent palace, a young man in a luxurious robe stood by the railing, gazing at the crimson moon hanging high in the night sky.

The pale red moonlight and the flickering candlelight cast a long, distorted shadow behind him.

“Tap, tap…”

Light footsteps came from not far behind the young man, and soon, a tall figure appeared in the shadows of the room.

“Marquis Herman, I remember you assured me that the Star Lake Project would definitely succeed.”

A detached, emotionless voice came from the elegantly dressed young man beside the fence.

The sound echoed through the room, creating a faint resonance.

After a brief silence, the tall figure in the shadows spoke.

"...Indeed, I misjudged this matter."

"I never imagined that after 150 years, this event, which was buried in the dust of history books, would be remembered by others besides us and the temple."

"I suspect that the white-haired crowned witch is likely from an overseas witch guild."