msmithbooks Chapter 65 The Dominated Noble Family
Chapter 65 The Dominated Noble Family
The fog, carried by the sea breeze, slowly dissipated over the port area.
The faint, barely visible light still hung on the horizon, casting a thin curtain of leaden gray and pale gold over the entire Tokyo Bay.
Arthur stood on the scorched shore, his dragon eyes piercing through the lingering magical energy in the air, tracking a faint, almost vanishing wisp of purple light.
He stretched out his hand, his fingertips lightly twirling in the air. The wisp of purple afterimage lingered on his fingertip.
It carried the cloying scent of a magic potion, the backlash of a forcibly severed traction spell, and the traces of some extremely ancient and intricate magical weaving technique.
"Betrayal of the witch," Arthur murmured to himself.
Without hesitation, he instantly transformed into a streak of silver light, speeding away in the direction indicated by the afterimage of the magic threads.
Since the other party has already extended a tentative hand, then we should respond directly and politely, in the manner of a knight.
The star-studded cloak drew a deep blue arc in the morning breeze.
Misaya Reirōkan walked briskly through the woods, her skirt being torn at the edge by branches, but she didn't care.
Cú Chulainn followed closely behind, his crimson spear slung over his shoulder, his short blue hair dampened by the mist and plastered to his forehead.
He rarely saw his young mistress leave in such a flustered state.
Misaya's breathing was slightly rapid, and the magic circuit emitted a very faint hum under high load, extending from her wrist all the way to her neck.
"Young Miss, slow down, that guy hasn't caught up yet."
Cú Chulainn's voice came from behind him, his tone as flippant as ever, but his eyes held an unprecedented seriousness.
"But to be honest, even if we catch up, I'm not confident I can stop that freak with the holy sword in the wilderness."
You saw the battle just now; I don't think my gun can withstand more hits than Hercules's."
"Shut up, Lancer!" Misaya gritted her teeth, not turning around. Her voice was still cold, but the end of her sentence trembled slightly.
A premonition of things getting out of control lingered in my mind.
Hercules's swift defeat was unexpected.
Her original plan was that the Berserker could at least hold out until dawn, until her father activated the second stage of the Myriad Talismans spell, which would inevitably break the rules.
But Hercules didn't even last half an hour; the man completely defeated Greece's strongest hero, burning a scorch mark across the entire coastline.
And now, she could even feel the lingering warmth of that golden light approaching the workshop at an incredible speed.
"Does that guy's stamina and magic power have no end? He just finished a battle of that level and went straight to the workshop."
Father and Caster are still in the workshop; we must reunite immediately and rebuild an absolute stronghold against Arthur.
"If we can utilize Medea's divine magic, there might still be a chance..."
Her voice trailed off midway as she saw the workshop's door.
The barrier disappeared; the Linglongguan family's so-called "eternal" magical barrier vanished completely.
There were no remains, no backlash, no trace of "destruction," it simply "no longer exists."
Misaya's steps suddenly stopped, and Cú Chulainn almost bumped into her. He instinctively flicked the tip of his spear upward, drawing a very faint hum in the air.
The stone door of the workshop was ajar, and warm yellow light shone through the crack.
"Young lady..." Cú Chulainn's voice trailed off.
Misaya didn't answer; she pushed open the door.
The workshop was eerily quiet; the magical energy that once flowed in the air had completely ceased.
Instead, there is an extremely eerie and unsettling sense of "submissiveness".
"Father, Caster..."
Misaya's voice stopped abruptly the moment she stepped into the main hall.
In the center of the hall, on the high-backed black chair that represented the authority of the head of the family, sat a young girl who looked innocent and pure, wearing a white dress.
She rested her chin on her hand, her long golden hair cascading down the edge of the chair back, idly fiddling with a vibrant red rose.
Her sapphire-blue eyes curved into crescents, and a sweet smile graced her lips—a smile so captivating it could make anyone's heart stop.
At her feet, the head of the Linglong Pavilion stood frozen like a stone statue, his forehead covered in cold sweat, yet he dared not even tremble his fingertips.
What Misaya found even more absurd was the witch of the Age of Gods, the ruthless Caster Medea.
At this moment, she was humbly bowing her head, her hands clasped over her abdomen, standing behind the girl like a trained maid.
The purple cloak hood was removed, revealing a beautiful face that was filled with humiliation and complex emotions.
"Oh, Misaya, you're back a little later than I expected." Aika looked up, her smile so sweet that it made Misaya feel a wave of nausea.
Beside Ayaka, Ayaka nervously clutched the hem of her clothes, her short brown hair receiving a warm glow from the workshop lights.
Her dark eyes looked uneasily at Misaya, then at the head of the Reiryukan family who stood frozen beside the chair, and finally at her older sister.
Her fingertips were trembling slightly; she wasn't used to standing next to her sister.
I'm not used to seeing a grown man so scared he can't move, and I'm not used to seeing a goddess witch act like a maid who has made a mistake.
"Sajyou...Aika..." Misaya gripped the scepter tightly, her knuckles turning blue from the excessive force.
"Why are you here? Why isn't my workshop barrier there...?"
"A barrier?" Aika tilted her head, as if she had heard an interesting joke. She held the red rose up to her eyes and gently turned the stem.
"That rudimentary thing, like a spider web, just disappears if you imagine it doesn't exist, doesn't it?"
"Stop joking!" Misaya shouted sharply, pointing her scepter at Aika. The gem at the tip of the scepter began to gather magic, but the light flickered twice and then went out.
She turned to Medea, "Caster! What are you doing? Kill her!"
Medea's body trembled, and her blue eyes revealed an extremely complex mix of fear and frustration.
Her lips moved, her voice hoarse as if she had been walking in the desert for too long.
"It's no use... Miss, in front of that person..." She paused, "...the very concept of 'magic' has lost its meaning."
"She is... the 'princess' who connects to that place."
The workshop fell silent, with only the red rose from the singer's fingertips slowly twirling.
For Medea, the battle was over the moment she saw Aegean step into the fray.
The existence of Ai-ka is completely illogical.
That was a mighty force flowing directly from the source; all spells, formations, and contracts were forcibly rewritten the moment Aigo stepped into this place.
"Misayo, don't be so fierce." Aika stood up, stepped barefoot on the stone slab, and walked lightly to Misaya.
Cú Chulainn instantly raised his spear to block in front of his Master, the crimson spear drawing a scarlet arc in the air, its tip only inches from Ayaka's throat.
But Aigo seemed completely oblivious to the deadly spear, and even curiously reached out her hand, her fair fingertips gently flicking the gun barrel.
hum~
Cú Chulainn felt an irresistible force coming through the gun barrel, so strong that the great hero almost dropped his hand, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Don't be nervous, Lancer." Aika withdrew her finger and looked at Misaya with a smile.
"I'm here just to borrow your 'viewpoint'. My prince seems a little angry; he's looking for those wicked fellows."
She turned around and looked at the huge water mirror in the center of the workshop, in which Arthur's figure was reflected.
A silver streak of light pierced through the morning mist and passed through the dense forest, approaching at an extremely fast speed.
"If he sees me 'damaging' Miss Medea..."
Aige stretched out her finger and gently drew a circle on the mirror. Arthur's figure was rippled out and then gathered again.
She tilted her head and murmured softly, her eyes sparkling with fervent adoration, "He must think I'm an unlovable girl."
"So, Miss Medea, when Arthur arrives, please make sure you act like a proper 'villain' who is putting up a last-ditch resistance."
Medea's body stiffened abruptly.
"If you can't do it..." Aika's gaze returned to the head of the Linglong Pavilion.
"I can only turn this beautiful forest of the Linglong Pavilion into a blooming 'doll garden'."
Ai Ge's voice was still gentle, but every word she uttered sent chills down one's spine.
As Misha stood there, her scepter hanging by her side, her knuckles white, she felt an unprecedented humiliation.
Looking at his father, who stood frozen in place, at Medea, who had her head bowed, and at the smiling girl in front of him.
Her family, her followers, her pride—all seemed to have become mere props used to please that man in front of Aika Sajou.
"You... monster," Misaya muttered through gritted teeth.
"Thank you for the compliment." Aika casually took Ayaka's hand and walked to the side, like an audience member waiting for the opening ceremony.
Ayaka's hand trembled slightly in her palm. "Ayaka, look, Arthur is almost here. Isn't the way he draws his sword the most handsome sight in the world?"
Ayaka pursed her lips, looking at the silver figure getting closer and closer in the water mirror, and then at Misaya's eyes that were almost spitting fire.
She didn't know what to say or do, so she could only lower her head and silently pray that Arthur would end this suffocating nightmare soon.
"Bang--!"
The outermost heavy stone door of the workshop shattered with a crash.
As the first rays of dawn pierced through the canopy of the dense forest and shone on the broken stone gate of the Linglong Pavilion workshop.
The entire forest seemed to be gilded with a sacred golden glow.
Arthur Pendragon walked into the hall in the morning light.
His silver armor reflected a sharp gleam in the dim light, so intense it was almost blinding.
The lingering smell of gunpowder from the fierce battle at the port was purified the moment he stepped into the hall by the refreshing holy energy flowing around him.
The golden-haired knight shattered the dust, his holy sword radiating a gentle yet unassailable light. Arthur stood beneath the porch, his dragon eyes sweeping across the hall.
He saw Aika and Ayaka, and in that instant, he knew why the purple threads binding Hercules had broken.
It was Ai Ge who came here and cut off the source.
"Lancer, and Caster too." Arthur's gaze lingered on Medea, his brow furrowing slightly. "It's time to put an end to this farce."