Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

Chapter 117, Level 6

[Used 5000 experience points to level up to level 6!]

Congratulations on reaching Level 6 Arcane Mage!

[Your attributes +1!]

You have gained a new class feat: Arcane Instant Cast!

Your panel has been updated!

He glanced at the updated panel.

Name: Lance

[Race: Half-elf]

[Class: Level 6 Arcane Mage]

Experience points: 0/6000

[Arc: 60/60]

[HP: 78/78]

--property--

【Strength: 16】

[Agility: 17]

[Physical Fitness: 17]

【Intelligence: 21】

【Perception: 19】

【Charm: 21】

——Specialty——

[Copy Scroll] [Spellcasting Material-Free] [Arcane Echo] [Quick Copy] [Projection Buster] [Circle of Death Spellcasting] [Arcane Pact] [Arcane Mastery]

【Instant Arcane Cast: Consumes double arcs when casting, can cancel casting stance, casting spell, and casting time, and instantly releases the spell.

Instant-cast spells are not subject to normal casting restrictions and can be cast in the same action, stacked with other spells.

Intelligence adjustment value can be used once per day.

"That feels good."

He turned off the panel.

Cielsa was carrying over a bowl of warmed food when Little Black squatted in front of the food bowl, licking milk and swishing his tail.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a golden hue on the floor.

Let's eat first, we can talk about other things later.

……

Outside the city, the guards at the Sassanid camp saw a troop of cavalry charging towards them from afar and immediately raised their halberds: "Halt! Who goes there—"

Before he could finish speaking, the first horse had already charged up to him.

The rider pulled on the reins, and the horse's hooves rose high, almost stepping on his face.

The guards dared not move an inch.

Because he saw the sign hanging around the horse's neck, black with gold trim, featuring a black eagle with outstretched wings—a symbol of royalty.

His hand trembled, and the halberd almost fell to the ground.

"The King, the Royal Family..."

The knight on horseback paid him no heed.

On the horse behind, a girl dismounted, dusted off her skirt, and swaggered inside.

The guard instinctively reached out to stop him: "You can't—"

What if they're fake?

The girl turned around and glanced at him.

Those bright, fierce blue eyes left the guard's hand frozen in mid-air, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

"I am Elena Sassan," she said. "Summon your general to come out and see me."

The guard's mind went blank.

Elena Sassan—he'd heard of her name before. She was the king's younger sister, and the fact that the general had come out to see her meant it must be true.

His legs buckled, and he knelt down without hesitation.

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

At that moment, Reiss rushed up, grabbed the guard's shoulder, and shouted, "Go quickly and inform General Cassius! Go now!"

The guards scrambled away.

Elena had already mounted her horse again and was going further in, and the remaining guards did not dare to stop her.

All the soldiers stared wide-eyed at the girl along the way. Some recognized the royal insignia on the short sword at her waist. Since she had already been let in, she must be real.

The soldiers looked at each other and made way for each other.

Elena walked unimpeded to the entrance of the central command tent, and even caught up with the camp guard at the entrance.

Before the guards in the camp and the tent could even go in to announce her arrival, she had already lifted the curtain and gone inside.

Cassius was giving instructions to several centurions when he heard a noise, looked up, and saw a girl who looked like a princess standing in front of him. He froze for three seconds.

Then he saw the short sword.

Then he saw the royal crest on the short sword.

Then he saw the royal cavalry following behind her.

Then his face turned green.

"Your Highness?!"

The chair tipped backward and crashed to the ground with a thud. The centurions were stunned, and they all stood up abruptly, at a loss for what to do.

Elena grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth: "General Cassius, long time no see!"

Cassius opened his mouth, unable to speak for a long time.

He took a deep breath, then another, and almost fainted.

"Your Highness," he said through gritted teeth, "why have you come?"

"Come and see the front lines." Elena sat down in a chair, crossed her legs, and asked, "What's up?"

Cassius rubbed his temples.

"Your Highness, there is a war going on here."

"I know," Elena blinked, "otherwise I wouldn't have come."

Cassius felt his blood pressure had skyrocketed to his head.

"Your Highness, you cannot stay here. It's too dangerous. I will send someone to take you back immediately."

Elena put her feet down and sat up straight.

"I'm not going back."

"Your Highness—"

"I told you, I'm not going back." She stared at Cassius, emphasizing each word, "I don't even listen to the king, let alone a general like you."

Cassius opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a long time.

He sighed.

"Your Highness, General Olaf is also in the camp. Why don't you... say hello to him first?"

Elena's eyes lit up: "General Olaf is here too? That's great! I haven't seen him in ages!"

She jumped up and ran outside.

Cassius watched her retreating figure and let out a long sigh.

That's it.

Reis stood at the tent entrance, cautiously asking, "General, should we send more men to watch over the princess?"

"Wouldn't that mean we have no right to monitor members of the royal family?"

"Don't bother," Cassius waved his hand. "Go tell General Olaf that the princess has arrived, let him worry about it."

Reis accepted the order and ran off.

Cassius sat back in his chair, staring blankly at the top of the tent.

As Olaf was pondering what was going on with that half-elf mage, the tent flap was lifted.

"General Olaf!" Elena ran up to him, looking up at him. "Long time no see!"

Olaf: "..."

"Your Highness," he said, his voice muffled, "why are you here?"

"Of course, because I want to come, and I can go wherever I want!"

"Your Highness, it's dangerous here."

"I know, but what's there to be afraid of? You're here!" Elena said matter-of-factly. "You're a hero-level warrior, the most powerful person in all of Sasan!"

"one."

Olaf added, "And then there's the Mage James."

"Furthermore, Your Highness, the other side also has a mage of considerable skill."

"I know! It's that mage who killed so many of us!"

Elena's eyes lit up even more. "What does he look like? Is he powerful? What level is he?"

Olaf: "...Uncertain, this situation is indeed unusual."

"Oh……"

Elena nodded, seemingly understanding, then asked, "So, are we playing again tomorrow?"

"Of course we'll fight."

Elena was so excited she almost jumped for joy: "Can I go see it?!"

"no."

"Why!"