You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel?

so tired.

He felt as if his legs were filled with lead.

Lotte picked up the necklace and put it around his neck. He then took out a bottle of life potion from his pouch and drank it, which barely relieved his fatigue.

The ground kept flashing with light, and his gaze gradually shifted from the ground to the sky.

The long-range magic was like a giant meteor falling from the sky, drawing a magnificent arc across the heavens as it descended towards Lot's location.

Outside Ridria, Isolde, like Lothar, dealt with Derek on the ground.

Isolde kept her vow, and Derek, in the final moments of his life, absolutely regretted coming into this world.

In a very short time, Isolde kept cutting off parts of his body, and the excruciating pain made him unable to even beg for mercy in the end.

In his previous life, he only dared to provoke Isolde after she was injured.

In this life, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was covered in sword wounds.

As for his torso, he was unable to regenerate because he had used up all his magic.

Having avenged her great grudge, Isolde finally breathed a sigh of relief, and most of her worries were relieved at this moment.

If it weren't for Lotte helping her hold off Sinstow, she would have forced her way into Ridria, and the battle would never have been as easy as it is now, much less satisfying.

The Tree of Lydria is very powerful in combat. If Isolde chooses to attack head-on, she will at least be seriously injured or even lose an arm.

She pulled the sword from Derek's head and suddenly remembered that Lott had never been comfortable with the sight of just a head.

From now on, we must avoid beheading Lotte.

Isolde looked up and watched the shooting star grow larger and fall, but didn't linger for long.

Two of tonight's plans have been completed, and there's one last one left: to rescue Lotte before the long-range magic arrives, disappear with him into the elven territory, and continue towards the next calamity.

The elves inside the city of Ridria were unaware of what was happening outside. Some opened their windows, while others stood on the street, all craning their necks to watch the spectacle that had appeared in the sky.

This long-range magic spell, trailing a dreamlike meteor tail, was the most dazzling and romantic presence among the countless stars in the sky.

The fairies made wishes and embraced each other, their eyes glued to the shooting star.

As it drew closer to the ground, it gradually changed from purple to fiery yellow. The shockwaves generated by friction with the air reached Ridilla, blowing away all their romantic fantasies.

The people in the city realized that this was not a spectacle but a disaster, so they all ran back into the buildings to take refuge.

Only Isolde sped toward the disaster site alone.

It takes 40 seconds to get to Lotte's location from here, and at least 20 seconds to escape with him.

Isolde frowned as she watched the shooting star grow larger and brighter in the sky, feeling that it was getting late.

At that very moment, Isolde suddenly heard the voice deducing the world in his mind.

Isolde's strength has been increased; the rewind anchor point is currently being updated.

The sound made Isolde's legs suddenly go weak, and she staggered a little.

It took her a few seconds to adjust her posture, and she gritted her teeth and ran desperately toward Lotte.

She kept thinking about the possible scenarios she might face.

Either Lotte is already dead in front of Sionsto, or Lotte will be completely dead after the anchor point updates and will never be resurrected.

Or...

Otherwise, Lotte will be trapped in a death loop.

Once the timeline is updated, no matter how many times Isolde rewinds, she can only be resurrected at that point in time. If she can't get to Lot's side now, she will never be able to save Lot.

She could only watch Lott die in front of her again and again.

Moreover, each time she rewinds her death, it means that Lotte has to die all over again.

Isolde could, of course, choose an earlier anchor point.

That was when I first met Lot, at the anchorage Isolde left behind when she escaped from the dragon Callistos.

But in that case, Isolde would be nothing more than a stranger to Lot.

She kept running forward.

The shooting star overhead even illuminated the path ahead for Isolde.

But it was clear that the meteor was faster than her.

A huge meteor filled most of the sky, turning the entire ground into daylight.

Isolde could already see the hillside in the distance; all she needed to do was cross the mountain in front of her to see the forest clearing in the distance.

But it was only then that Isolde suddenly realized that the white light in front of her was not just emitted by a meteor.

Isolde's power has increased, and she has deduced the world's closure. Countdown to the next opening: 24 hours.

For the first time, Isolde wanted to defy the world of deduction. She rushed forward with all her might, wanting to see what state Lot was in at this moment.

But next second.

She suddenly rolled over in bed.

She was greeted not by white light or the sound of wind, but by a deathly silence in her room in the capital.

The cold moonlight fell on the ground, and the cold wind blowing in from the window stirred the lifeless curtains.

Isolde stared wide-eyed at the moonlight, trying to return to the world of deduction.

Her heart was pounding, and her breathing became rapid.

There was a knock on the door, and Eleanor's voice came from outside.

"Lord Isolde, what's wrong?"

Chapter 78 Eleanor: My Master Is Acting a Little Strange

Eleanor, the bodyguard, actually likes Isolde, but not in a romantic sense; rather, she likes him as a friend.

After all, Isolde is very beautiful and doesn't like to talk; she's usually like a doll.

When Eleanor heard no response from inside the door, she knocked again.

As time passed, Eleanor's grip on the doorknob tightened. She pressed her ear against the door, but heard nothing.

No news is not good news.

"Lord Isolde, excuse me, I must open the door and come in."

Eleanor pushed open the door and her gaze fell on Isolde, who was lying on the bed wearing a pink strawberry nightgown.

Isolde slowly turned her head to look at Eleanor, her eyes squinting in the light streaming in from outside. She was clutching the sheets, her legs bent, looking like she hadn't quite woken up yet.

"Lord Isolde, did you have a nightmare?"

Isolde nodded. She threw back the covers and got out of bed, her white hair cascading down her back, making a soft rustling sound.

"Eleanor, I need to take a bath."

"I understand."

Eleanor acted quickly, scattering rose petals all over the bathtub and placing a hollow, yellow wooden duck inside.

Those were bath toys that Eleanor brought for Isolde, so she wouldn't feel lonely taking a bath alone.

The candles and incense around them were gradually lit, and Eleanor tidied everything up before walking to Isolde's side.

“Lord Isolde, everything has been prepared as you instructed. However, you have classes at the academy tomorrow, so…”

"I'll go to bed early."

"Ok."

After Eleanor left, Isolde took off her nightgown and stepped naked into the bathtub.

The hot water enveloped her body, dispelling the chill left behind in the simulation world.

She submerged the lower half of her face in the water, leaving only her eyes above the surface.

The bathtub wasn't very big, so she had to bend her legs, letting her fair knees float on the water, forming two lonely islands.

Isolde forced herself not to think about what was happening in the deduction world, and not to let Lotte delay the progress of the deduction world.

Lotte is not important.

perhaps.

The next morning, Eleanor, the guard, did not find Isolde in bed, but in the bathtub.

If it weren't for the magic circle built into the bathtub, Isolde would have spent the whole night soaking in ice water.

"Lord Isolde! Why are you sleeping here?!"

Upon hearing Eleanor's voice, Isolde's shoulders twitched and she opened her eyes.

Before she even saw Eleanor, she explained softly, "I wasn't asleep. I was just thinking about things."

"What can't you think about in bed? Lord Isolde, are you homesick?"

"I didn’t."

“Lord Isolde, if you are bullied, you must tell me.” Eleanor found a bath towel and clothes for Isolde and placed them on the stool next to the bathtub. “Although we are in the capital of another empire, the Valgard family cannot be bullied.”

"Thank you, I didn't."

“Could it be…” Eleanor squinted at Isolde’s face, which was still glistening with water droplets, “Could it be that Lord Isolde is thinking of a certain boy?”

"Ah."

Eleanor hadn't quite caught on yet, and she instinctively explained, "I was just joking, haha, after all, Isolde..."

Eleanor, realizing what was happening, tilted her head, moved closer to Isolde, and stared at her with wide eyes, asking, "Who?"

who??

Who is it?

“You don’t know him.” Isolde gently pushed Eleanor’s head away. “Eleanor, I’m hungry. Could you please make me breakfast?”

Eleanor was unwilling to let this opportunity slip by, and she pleaded softly, "Lord Isolde..."

But Eleanor had no choice but to give up after Isolde insisted.

Before long, Isolde was already wearing the blue and white uniform of the Royal Knights of Thranduil.

She will spend four years at this academy learning Reinhardt's Holy Shield.

Although Isolde was from Valgard, at her request, the academy did not hold any welcoming ceremony for her. She even refused to see the headmaster.

Isolde came here to study, but only to find a remote place, so as not to change the course of the world.

If her behavior does not match the behavior in the predicted world, it will change the predetermined future.

Maybe Lotte wouldn't have been born.

Walk into the college, enter the classroom, attend class, daydream, and eat.

For Isolde, college life was not very exciting.

She abandoned everything in reality and devoted all her energy to deducing the world.

After she defeats a legendary creature in the simulation world, she can choose to bring her attributes and class back to reality.

This is her purpose in entering the world of deduction.

The dining halls of the Royal Knights College of Thranduil are very luxurious, almost like a cathedral.

The extremely high ceilings fill the space with an ethereal echo, and sunlight streams through the stained glass onto the long table covered with placemats.

Isolde picked up a piece of food with her fork, expressionlessly put it into her mouth, chewed it bit by bit, and swallowed it after a long time.

Eleanor, who was attending school with Isolde, secretly observed Isolde's reaction and covered her mouth with her hand.

She couldn't help but laugh whenever she saw Isolde like that.

Eleanor rolled her eyes, suppressed the corners of her mouth that were turning up, and said, "Lord Isolde, I heard that our academy is looking to hire a professor."

"Ah."

"What if the person you're thinking of applied?"