You are all my wings!

"Sir, I am deeply sorry to disturb your meditation; I deserve to die for it! But the thought of my doubts is making my heart burn. Excuse me, may I trouble you for a moment to ask you a question?"

Lyon was embarrassed. Why was this guy so cautious and fearful, as if he were about to meet the Pope?

Has the aura of trust truly taken root in him?

"Just say it, keep it concise, don't be so... particular about your wording."

"Yes, Your Excellency. It's like this. When I was on watch last night, I noticed that there were faint eyes watching this area from the outer perimeter. But upon closer inspection, it seemed to be my imagination. Milo even said that I was mistaken. But I think it's been a day since Reint and the others left. Could they really be coming to cause trouble?"

Chapter 121 Learning Ice Reduction Magic

“I see. Your concerns are not unfounded. Here’s what we’ll do: if you encounter the same situation again, don’t hesitate to wake me up, and I’ll go with you to take a look.”

"Very well, Your Excellency, thank you for your reply. Your strategy is truly astonishing. I apologize for my rudeness and offer you my sincerest blessings."

"..."

This guy really seems to be addicted to using platitudes.

"In the future, use fewer clichés in front of me; keep it simple and clear."

"No, Your Excellency, it all comes from the bottom of my heart..."

"Alright, go train. We need to make the most of these days to readjust your mind and body. You'll understand the benefits when you go out into battle later."

Leon interrupted Bovary's next combo attack.

Although these words may sound a little satisfying, after all, people are creatures who like to be praised and flattered.

But listening to it too much can be addictive and make people lose themselves.

For example, Maggie was just blown away by Leon's words and forgot her purpose of leaving the cave as soon as possible.

"Yes, Your Excellency, I will carefully consider your intentions."

Bovary bowed and left.

Leon sighed, deciding to forgo eating monster meat altogether and immediately enter a meditative state.

To be honest, although this place is small and there are often fifth-tier monsters roaming outside, posing a huge threat, Lyon's efficiency in meditation training here is indeed much higher than before.

Especially yesterday, it seemed that after being attacked by Iris again, efficiency improved slightly once more.

Iris's reward effect lasts for about six or seven hours at a time. After that time, the meditation efficiency will return to its original level.

However, this time Leon estimated that even without the help of Iris's reward, he was confident that he could perfectly replicate the surface image of the Ice Reduction Magic.

Although there are even deeper magical images waiting there after this.

But in any case, he has at least a basic understanding of ice magic!

Time flows slowly by.

In the third hour of his renewed meditation practice, he suddenly felt Iris's reward again.

Efficiency has been boosted again!

93%, 95%…

Finally, in the seventh hour, it reached 100%!

boom!!!!!

Deep within the soul, a grand and complex magical image coalesced.

This magical imagery is extremely complex, containing both tidal-like particle flows and an outer outline like a vast ocean, with countless vague details yet to be revealed.

Even though it was only a preliminary condensation of the surface imagery, it was already far more profound than all the magical imagery that Leon had comprehended.

It was only formed that it immediately occupied the most central position in the mind.

Following that are the various intermediate magical imagery, such as Hurricane Flame Bullet, Tornado, Cold Tide, and the prototype of the unique Fire Acceleration Magic.

The outer perimeter consists of the various basic images of the four magic systems.

Then came simple images of various micro-magic spells, orbiting the major primary magical images like satellites.

Among these magical images, besides the ice reduction magic image which has already begun to demonstrate the majesty of the magic crown, the fire acceleration is also a rather unique existence.

He has successfully applied the Fire Acceleration Magic to Fireball, and through this, he has mastered a special combination spell that only requires 3 points of magic power, and whose speed, power, and range are similar to those of a pseudo-intermediate spell.

"For initial application, I'll use the slowing spell on water defense magic. That way, I might be able to create a defense spell with low magic consumption but power comparable to a mid-level spell."

Applying magical imagery frequently in actual combat can also help improve one's understanding of the essence of magic and master deeper imagery.

The basic water-based slowing shield should be quite interesting if successfully tested.

I just don't know if slowing spells can be used directly on monsters.

If it can be used on monsters, the effect will be even more incredible. After evolving to the mid-stage, it should be able to directly evolve into a stun spell, forcibly controlling and interrupting the monster's skill activation.

Ice magic, like speed magic, can directly affect other spells, unlike the four elemental spells which require creating a magical energy body before attacking or defending against the target.

In comparison, ice reduction and speed-up spells are more concealed and silent.

This is an advantage that's almost like a bug.

In the darkness, Leon slowly opened his eyes.

He walked to the entrance of the passage, greeted Milo who was on guard duty, and then crouched down and crawled into the passage.

The cave is too cramped to attempt magic.

The area outside is teeming with fifth-tier monsters, making it unsuitable for attempting magic.

Lyon planned to use earth magic to dig out a suitable training ground in the passage.

This also provides a good opportunity to practice earth magic, which I don't use much.

……

Another eight hours passed.

Britta awakens.

Mark, who happened to be on duty, discovered that she had woken up.

"Your Excellency! Your Excellency! Stop practicing magic! The Holy Maiden has awakened!"

His exclamation reached the training ground next door, which had just been dug up by Lyon not long ago.

Lyon finished training and walked quickly over.

Upon entering the cave, the first thing you see is Britta, her eyes glazed over, having just sat up.

Beside her were several of the Three Knights, who had been on the verge of death upon hearing the news, each with a concerned expression.

On the contrary, Iris and Maquill were still in meditation.

Upon closer inspection, Britta appeared somewhat dazed, as if she had experienced something unusual while unconscious.

This was a posture Lyon had never seen before.

She is beautiful in her everyday life, but she exudes a more solemn and holy aura, with a touch of coldness. Her long, narrow eyebrows and eyes are pretty, but they also give off a sense of pressure and authority.

When dealing with Iris, she would sometimes show a teasing, mischievous expression, while when dealing with Lyon, she would occasionally show the kindness of a leader and a slightly subtle, distorted concern.

But most of the time, she gives people the feeling of being awe-inspiring and unapproachable, someone who dares not profane her.

The knights were very low-key in front of her, as docile as mice in front of a cat.

This must be the power of her status and past achievements that gives her the ability to exert pressure on others.

However, upon seeing Britta's slightly bewildered side, Lyon was struck by a sudden realization that this side of Britta was more authentic.

"Your Holiness, it seems that although you were injured, you had a good dream, which released a lot of latent pressure, right?"

Britta then came to her senses:

How did you figure that out?

Her voice was calm, but tinged with a hint of surprise.

Lyon laughed:

“Your Holiness, people only reveal their most unguarded selves the moment they wake up, and when I saw Your Holiness just now, I immediately understood a key point.”

What's the problem?

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's just too beautiful. I think if the Holy Maiden weren't so tense all the time, she would have even more charm. Just like the sky only has its purest vastness and expanse, and endless blue, an endless world, when it's not covered by dark clouds, right?"

A faint blush crept up Britta's long, straight, swan-like porcelain-white neck.

Several knights noticed Britta's change and were dumbfounded.

[Character Britta's affection level increased by 4%, current affection level 66%]

thump.

It was Carl. He walked over to say something to Leon, but slipped and fell, ending up kneeling towards Leon.

Chapter 122 The Future of the Papacy

"Damn it, you really know how to talk."

After holding it in for a long time, Karl said this while kneeling.

"Really? That's strange. How does the word 'damn' end up being associated with being able to talk?"

Lyon certainly knew what Carl meant by "damn it."

"It's precisely because you can talk that you deserve to die! Your Majesty, please say something to teach this insolent fellow a lesson!"

Karl was seething with hatred. He turned to look at Britta and found that the blush had spread beyond her long, swan-like neck, reaching her cheeks and spreading into a beautiful pinkish-white blush, making the usually dignified Britta look a little shy.

Not only that, Britta's reaction speed also seemed to have slowed down.

After Karl called out a few times, Britta blinked as if she had come to her senses:

"Oh, sorry, Carl, what did you just say?"

She then began to regain her composure, and when she uttered the last sentence, "It came," her expression had returned to its usual holy, solemn, and inviolable state.

“I’ve lost my composure. I remember now, Karl. You don’t need to repeat it.”

She reached out to stop Carl.

Then he looked at Lyon:

"Your suggestion is very helpful, thank you Lyon, I will consider it carefully."

"Yes, Your Excellency, please feel free to ask if you need any help."

Lyon nodded, feeling a little regretful.

Hearing Britta say this, he knew that Britta was not prepared to give up her current way of doing things.

She might seriously consider it, but for the sake of the bigger picture and her own beliefs, she probably can only reward herself with that completely relaxed attitude occasionally.

Of course, Lyon wasn't going to try to persuade him any further; there was plenty of time.

Her current style is good for managing her subordinates, but it puts a lot of pressure on her.

Perhaps her true nature is more gentle; all her holiness and solemnity are merely a disguise, a mask to fulfill the grand title of saint.

When people do not follow their nature, they will inevitably feel mentally exhausted.

Perhaps Britta will only truly feel happy when she can be as free as Iris, with only a little pressure.

When she can finally let down all her guard and pretense, that will be the time when her meditative state and way of handling things reach a new level.

With this in mind, Lyon also decided to proceed gradually and suggested:

"So, Your Excellency, would you like to order some food? And then get your body back to its peak condition as soon as possible?"

"I'm sorry, I dragged everyone down before."

Britta apologized.

Milo quickly handed over a large pile of spare jerky and water sacs.