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 garrisons 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 that rotated rapidly clockwise around the person in the center.

The person in the center was none other than Isolde.

She remained in the sword-raising posture, but her body seemed unable to move.

"Ah, your loyal servant 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 nobility and detonating himself so you could find the magic circle's location."

"Do you know why I asked him to come? I'm here 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, saying she was simply quiet.

But Isolde spoke up, "You conspired 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 wasn't the only one present; his family was also there, along with the king, who sat beside Lotte 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 even the calamity-level guards are left on the outer perimeter?"

"The calamity-level garrison is different; 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 to Lot’s side, patted Lot’s head, and said to Isolde, “I like you the way you are. I was worried you would beg for mercy as your life force is being continuously absorbed by the dragon.”

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 character 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's probably going to die here in this lifetime, and she'll be trapped in an unsolvable cycle.

Her [Analysis] had memorized all the information about the magic circle, but the problem was that this information could not be inherited; she could only inherit the magic that had already been deciphered.

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

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; she was almost unable to hold on any longer.

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

Isolde thought she was hallucinating; she found Lott forcing a smile at her.

Lott's body is already mutilated; there is 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, and she noticed that Lott had moved his lips again.

and many more!

Is this not a hallucination?!

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

Lotte looked at Isolde and grinned, just like the smile he had given Isolde when they parted.

Then, a thin blue line emerged 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 intricate magic array patterns, and the chaotic airflow blinded everyone present.

"What happened?!"

Grin roared in anger. 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 as Lotte's soul slowly floated into the air.

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

Now Lotte really has to praise the King of America.

[Essential Derivation: 1.2% → 2%]

[Explosion Technique Lv.4→Lv.5]

[Explosive power of Burst Technique increased]

[Unlocked Feat: Burst Control. Complete control over the magical detonation point.]

Become!

After three explosions, Lott mastered the Burst spell and even unlocked the feat, completely changing the nature of the Burst spell.

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

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

......

Isolde returned to the inn alone.

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

As she pushed open the door, the sounds of wind and rain outside seemed to lessen considerably, and warm lamplight greeted her from inside.

The room was quiet, just as it had been when she returned home countless times late at night.

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 put 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 Analysis Techniques" fell off the table, scattering the papers inside with a rustling sound.

Isolde crouched down and kept picking up the scattered pieces of paper. When she saw the words on them, her movements suddenly slowed down a lot.

This is a note left by Lotte.

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 searched 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 making all the guests 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 opened it.

"Captain, no one is opening the door."

"Break it open."

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

There was no one inside.

The captain of the guards walked into 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 Orlandis.

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

The next day, the first-class nobleman Green delivered a sorrowful speech before the entire city.

He recounted the dragon's sins, explaining how it used evil magic to take people's lives.

He recounted the heroism of the king and nobles, and sadly announced that the king had tragically sacrificed himself while personally confronting the dragon.

The pain and anger of the entire city were transferred to the dragon Callistos.

Although it rained heavily last night, once the sun came out, all traces of that night evaporated silently.

The room where Isolde and Lott were staying was also cleaned, and new guests soon moved in.

The Stardust Grass bloomed three times in Orlandis, and time passed year after year.

Leona of House Valgard became a princess and was considered the next Princess of Elando.

The Valgard family continued to grow and expand, and their influence extended beyond Ellandor, reaching several surrounding empires.

The dragon never appeared before humans again; it seemed to have vanished.

After several years of recovery, Orlandis's population has slowly increased, and apart from the many tombstones erected in the city, the effects of that night are fading.

Far from Orlandis, there lies a small village.

On the grassy hillside, you'll occasionally see a few children running around in the sun.

They held small white windmills in their hands, chasing each other, their sounds carrying far, far away.

The village has beautiful scenery, with lush green lawns as far as the eye can see, and the lake in the distance reflects a soft glow under the sun.

Most of the people in this village have never left. They work day and night and know nothing of the scenery in the distance.

Therefore, the children especially liked the girl who lived in a small wooden house outside the village, and wanted to hear stories about the outside world.

Some call her a witch, some call her a sorceress, and some call her a nun.

Her white hair and unforgettable blue eyes both hinted at her extraordinary background.

She is Isolde.

The cabin was very simply furnished, with wooden floors, a fireplace, a bed, a cat bed, a table and a chair by the window, and no other large furniture.

As with countless days before, Isolde sat by the bed, studying magic circles, taking advantage of the perfect sunshine.

She used the [Analysis] tool to memorize all the information about the magic circle, and has been studying and deciphering it ever since.

She forgot about time; for her, time no longer mattered.

But the kitten beside him couldn't escape the passage of time. It lay down beside Isolde's hand, licked the back of Isolde's hand, and seemed a little breathless.

Its fur was no longer shiny, and its whiskers were falling out one after another.

It is old, so old that it no longer has the strength to stand up.

Isolde stopped writing and rubbed its head.

Are you hungry?

Isolde had never owned a pet before, but this time she kept the cat with her and took good care of it.