Chapter 62
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Even though Lolo had heard the young scholar describe Bevinadet's beauty, she was still deeply moved by the bird's beauty when she saw it for herself.
Before seeing this bird, she would never have believed that such a perfect creature existed in this world.
Even the most flowery words a bard could use would not be able to describe even a fraction of its beauty. It was like a treasure left behind by the gods in the mortal world. Every move it made was filled with incomparable grace and holiness. It had a pair of pure white wings on its side. When it spread its wings, every feather would glow with a silver radiance. Its long tail feathers were like the softest silk in the world. Its cries were like the cries of a baby, and its gem-like eyes flowed with faint sorrow.
Yes, it was going to die tonight.
Realizing this, the girl's heart suddenly trembled, as if she had been deeply stabbed by something. In an instant, she was drowned by a torrential wave of sorrow.
Why? Why couldn't such a beautiful creature exist in this world?
Why were the gods so cruel? They gave it the most beautiful appearance, but gave it an eternal curse. Were those hypocritical and ugly things on their thrones jealous of its holiness and purity?
The girl's right hand silently moved to her waist. She involuntarily tightened her grip on the longsword in its scabbard. A strong impulse suddenly emerged in her heart. No, she wanted to stop all of this. She wanted to protect it with all her honor, even if it meant sacrificing her life.
At this critical moment, it was the quasi-magus Your Honor who saved her once again.
Rob gently held the girl's other hand. The indescribable sorrow and anger in Lolo's heart immediately receded like the tide. When the swordswoman came back to her senses, her face was full of surprise. She didn't understand why she had such a strong desire just now. She almost jumped down from the tree.
"Tsk tsk, you really can't believe legends and whatnot. Who said that Bevinadet doesn't have any magic slots? This guy just cast Eye of Charm on you."
"What? You said I was just controlled by it? "Lolo's expression was perplexed. The name of this spell was somewhat unfamiliar to her.
"Don't think about it. Eye of Charm is a sixth-grade spell and has a high requirement on mental strength. Many eighth-grade grand magi can't use this spell. However, the effect is not bad. The target won't even feel that they've been affected. When they think about it later, they'll only think that it was a moment of impulse. By the way, the influence of this spell is too bad. There was once a high-grade magus who used it to control many noble ladies. It caused a lot of trouble in high society and caused many scandals. Later, this spell was listed as a forbidden spell by the Magic Association."
Because Rob's tone was very casual, the girl had no idea how dangerous the situation just now was. If it wasn't for the future supreme magus Your Honor being by her side and immediately discovering something was wrong and using his mental strength to forcefully separate her from Bevinadet, the consequences would have been unimaginable. If it was someone else, even if the person was a sixth-grade quasi-magus, the rookie The Brave would have most likely been torn to pieces by the horde of beasts.
Only the quasi-magus knew the danger of that short moment.
"It was you … who saved me?" The rookie The Brave found that her little hand was still held by someone. Thinking back to when she woke up just now, it seemed that it was after the youth's action. Was there a connection between the two, or was it just a coincidence?
"How is that possible? Do you think I'm the kind of super expert who has nothing better to do and hides among ordinary people as a pig to eat a tiger? Isn't that kind of story that only happens in knight novels used to trick children? Which truly powerful person would be so bored? " The future supreme magus Your Honor shrugged. "I didn't do anything just now. You used your own willpower to break free from its control."
The youth's words weren't completely bullsh * t. The girl's willpower was indeed not bad, far beyond the standard of an ordinary person. This was probably related to her previous experience, but it was still far from the level where she could withstand a sixth-grade mental magic.
Also, when the youth said this, his tone was especially asking for a beating. The expression on his face seemed to be mocking the swordswoman for being a three-year-old child.
It had to be said that the youth's trick was really beautiful, successfully diverting Lolo's attention.
The rookie The Brave gritted her teeth in anger. Thinking about how this fellow had taken advantage of her mental control to touch her little hand, and how he had almost been treated as a hero saving a damsel in distress, the girl felt that she must have been blind before.
Right now, she wanted nothing more than to draw her sword and fight with this wretched fellow, poking a few holes in his body.
The quasi-magus also realized that he seemed to have gone a little overboard. He hurriedly shifted his gaze back to the pool and pretended to admire the bird in front of him.
Even though she was unhappy, Lolo knew that this wasn't the place to make a move. There were still so many beasts below. If they made any more noise, they wouldn't be able to leave this place tonight. However, because of the previous example, the rookie The Brave didn't dare to look in Bevinadet's direction. Taking this opportunity, the girl secretly sized up the magical beasts by the pool. She realized that it was just as a certain someone had said, they had very complicated feelings for the beautiful bird in front of them.
The relationship between the two was not that of a hunter and prey, but more like a farewell between old friends. All the magical beasts in the outer city were grieving for this dying bird.
Lolo was a little puzzled. "But there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with its appearance. How did it know that its time was up?"
"Yes, I've said it before. Bevinadet is a very special kind of magical beast. She was born with a vast amount of magical power comparable to a ninth grade magus. This magical power is stored in her body like a treasure trove, but she can't use it herself. Hmm, although the Eye of Enchantment is a sixth grade spell, it relies more on mental strength to activate and consumes very little magical power. As time passes, the wealth in this treasure trove will continue to grow, until one day, this wealth reaches the limit of what the treasure trove can hold, and then … Boom!" The magus made an explosive gesture.
"Ah?! You mean to say that her body will eventually collapse because it can't hold the terrifying magical power? "
"Yes, this is the cruel fate that this beautiful bird carries. The last thing that every Bevinadet can do before they die is to give the powerful magical power contained in their blood to their friends. This is also the reason why so many magical beasts have gathered here tonight. They want to bid farewell to her, and at the same time, take from her what belongs to them according to the oath."
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