You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel

He felt something was off.

If Isolde really succeeded, then why are there still garrison troops here?

Lotte was led into a room where a blinding purple magic circle filled the entire space.

The ground lit up with purple-white magical patterns, which rotated rapidly clockwise around the person in the center.

The person in the center was none other than Isolde.

She remained in the sword-wielding pose, but her body seemed unable to move.

"Ah, your loyal knight has arrived."

Someone was speaking, but Lott dared not open his eyes to look at him, lest he give himself away.

"He's really something, infiltrating the nobles and detonating himself so you could find the magic circle's location."

"Do you know why I asked him to come? I came to thank him."

"It's all thanks to him that you were able to fall for our trick and into the trap we prepared for you."

"Isolde, at least say something! Why aren't you saying anything?"

Lotte wanted to explain for Isolde that she was simply quiet.

But Isolde spoke up, "You colluded with the dragons to create this magic circle?"

"Of course, humans can't draw such a large-scale magic circle. The magic circle absorbs life force and transmits it to the dragon above us. The dragon then uses this magic circle to distribute its energy to us. It's troublesome, but it's the only way. Any other questions... my dear niece?"

Green, Isolde's uncle.

He was not the only one present; his family was also there, as was the king, who sat beside Loth wearing a crown.

This is the true site of the sacrificial ceremony, where they will absorb the blessings from the dragon, and the remaining energy will be passed on to the nobles on earth.

Isolde asked, "Is it intentional that there are no strong guards underground, and that the Cataclysm-level guards are all left on the outer perimeter?"

"The Cataclysmic-level garrison is not; they don't need to become stronger anymore. They can just guard the outer perimeter. As for the underground garrison, that was something I deliberately arranged."

Green slapped the back of his head and sighed, "It's a real headache that you weren't killed by the dragon. So I was thinking, what if you managed to sneak into the castle? I didn't expect you to actually come."

"I'm here to kill you."

"Hahaha." Grin walked over to Lot, patted Lot's head, and said to Isolde, "I like you like this. With your life force being continuously absorbed by the dragon, I was worried you would beg for mercy."

Green then looked at the emperor and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, shall we make a bet? I bet my niece will never beg for mercy."

"You're really cunning. I'm also willing to bet that she won't beg for mercy. Isolde is a princess, and I know her personality best."

Her life force was rapidly draining away, and Isolde could also feel the dragon above her growing stronger, widening the gap between her and the dragon by another hundred years.

Isolde sighed softly.

She is likely to die here in this lifetime, and she will be trapped in an unsolvable cycle.

Her [Analysis] has memorized all the information of the magic circle, but the problem is that this information cannot be inherited; she can only inherit the magic that has already been deciphered.

She must break into this place again, immerse herself in the magic circle, use the analysis to memorize the information within it, and then escape to find a way to break the spell.

But once she's inside the magic circle, she can't escape.

Therefore, after the rewind, she cannot come to Orlandis, and even if she did, she could not stop anything.

She could only watch helplessly as the dragon grew stronger.

Isolde felt her vision blurring, and she was almost unable to support herself.

She didn't look at Green; at this final moment, she looked at Lott.

Isolde felt she was hallucinating; she saw Lott forcing a smile at her.

Lott's body was already mutilated; there was no way he could have survived.

Isolde stared silently at Loth, wondering why she had this strange feeling.

Did she secretly not want Lott to die? Or was she fantasizing that Lott would do something unexpected, just like before?

Isolde blinked, noticing that Lotte had moved his lips again.

and many more!

This isn't a hallucination?!

Even though he self-destructed, Lott didn't die, did he?

Lotte looked at Isolde and smiled slightly, just like the smile he gave Isolde when he said goodbye.

Then, a thin blue line appeared from the top of his head.

"BOOM!!"

A mushroom cloud slowly rose, and after touching the ceiling, it plunged darkness into the room.

The violent explosion disrupted the complex patterns of the magic circle, and the turbulent airflow made it impossible for anyone alive present to open their eyes.

"What's going on?!"

Grin roared in fury. Lotte's Explosion spell posed no threat to him, but it was enough to destroy the magic circle.

Grin cast a light spell and immediately looked at Isolde in the center of the magic circle, only to find it empty.

"Quickly, grab Isolde! Don't let her get away!"

The room was in chaos, and Lotte's soul slowly floated into the air.

The king was killed instantly by Lothar's bomb; apart from that, no one else died.

Now Lotte really had to praise the king.

[Essential Derivation: 1.2% → 2%]

[Explosion Technique Lv.4→Lv.5]

[Explosive power of Burst skill increased]

[Unlock Perk: Burst Control. Gain complete control over the magic detonation point.]

Become!

After three explosions, Lotte fully mastered the Burst spell and even unlocked a specialization that completely changed the nature of the Burst spell.

Perhaps Lotte was the first person to master the [Explosion] spell to its maximum level.

Meanwhile, the max-level Burst skill gave Lot a total of 5 attribute points, which was an unexpected bonus.

......

Isolde returned to the hotel alone.

Her hair, soaked by the rain, clung helplessly to her face.

Pushing open the door, the sound of wind and rain outside seemed to have subsided considerably, and warm lights greeted her inside.

The room was quiet, just like when she returned home late at night countless times.

Hearing the noise, the kitten sleeping in the corner got up, yawned, and slowly walked over to Isolde, rubbing its head against her feet.

Isolde picked it up and tucked it into her arms. She then went to the table and collected all the spellbooks on it into her bag.

All ten Calamities have entered the city to search, and she must leave as soon as possible.

A book titled "Los Weskin's Analytic Method" fell from the table, its pages scattering out with a rustling sound.

Isolde crouched down and kept picking up the scattered papers, but when she saw the words on them, her movements suddenly slowed down a lot.

These are the notes left by Lott.

The dim light cast a long shadow of Isolde as she crouched in the center of the scattered papers, her gaze fixed on the traces left by Lotte.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the window, the cold white flashes of lightning occasionally illuminating Isolde's icy eyes.

The kitten in her arms poked its head out and touched Isolde's face with its soft paws.

The wind and rain outside grew stronger, and the armor of the guards on the street clanged as they tirelessly patrolled Orlandis, checking every inn and every woman.

A squad of guards stormed into the hotel where Isolde was staying, banging on all the room doors and ordering all the guests to stand in the hallway for inspection.

A guard pointed to a room at the end of the corridor and pounded on the door, but no one answered.

"Captain, no one is opening the door."

"Break it open."

The two guards took several steps back, then rushed to the door and smashed it open with a loud bang.

There was no one inside.

The captain of the guards entered the room, looked around, and his gaze was drawn to something on the table.

There was a bunch of white flowers lying quietly on the notebook.

Chapter 30 The Tombstone Under the Tree

That night, Isolde disappeared into the rain and vanished from the city of Orantis.

Half the population of Orlandis perished that night; humans, dwarves, and elves alike were consumed by the dragons.