Carglise's face darkened. He gritted his teeth and decided that he was not going to take the risk. Thinking of this, he said, "You guys stay here. I'll lure them away. If there's a chance, you guys run —"
"Do you understand?"
"Mr. Carglise, you can't —"
"Shut up." The sloppy young noble from Trentheim showed a serious expression for the first time. He even interrupted Haruz without mercy. "Your Highness Haruz, now is not the time to discuss whether or not we can do it. Every one of us is in danger, but if we don't try our best to fight for it, we will really die here."
He patted Haruz's shoulder: "Do you understand, Your Majesty?"
"I …" Haruz nodded: "I understand, Mr. Carglise."
"Then it's settled," Carglise turned the sword around and handed it to Haruz: "If I can't escape, this sword means nothing to me. Take it and protect the lady beside you."
Haruze nodded resolutely.
He wanted to say something, but Carglise waved his hand at him and disappeared into the darkness.
Haruz closed his mouth tightly. He held the sword tightly in his hand as if it was the only thing he could rely on. His knuckles turned white as he tried to hold back his tears. His teacher had told him that a man should not cry easily.
Then he felt a cold hand on the back of his hand.
"That guy, he'll be fine."
Haruze turned his head in surprise and looked at Mikaya, who had a calm face.
"Lady Marsha is fair to everything in this world. He's an idiot, so his luck will definitely be better." The little girl replied softly as if she was telling a truth, "Lady Marsha is fair to everything in this world. He's a fool, so his luck will definitely be better.
"Huh?"
Mikaya made a 'shh' gesture at him.
Haruz was so scared that he shut his mouth again. He turned around and heard an angry voice coming from the darkness. The footsteps seemed to be fading away. Haruz could feel his heart beating so fast that it felt like it was going to explode. He bit his lower lip and prayed for Carglise.
But after a while, all the sounds disappeared, and the darkness returned to silence.
Mikaya suddenly grabbed his wrist. "Let's go."
She said quickly.
Before Haruz could react, a dazzling light swept over from the darkness. Although it did not shine on the two of them, their hiding place was exposed. A sharp voice rang out, "Ha, there are still some fish that escaped the net. Come out!"
At that moment, Haruz felt his mind go blank. He thought he was going to die, but everything he had learned seemed to appear naturally in his mind. He did not even have to think about it. He subconsciously raised his hand to the ceiling of the underground tunnel and shouted, "I'm going to kill you!"
“Eaam！”
A black light shot out from the prince's palm and hit the ceiling that had long been eroded by the underground water. There was a loud bang, and a bucket of dirty water burst out from the ceiling. Large pieces of rubble fell from the ceiling and quickly turned into a large area of collapse. In an instant, it was as if the entire ceiling had fallen.
The torrent instantly sent Haruz and Mikaya flying. The former hit a stone pillar and almost screamed out in pain. But at this time, Haruz didn't dare to stop. Ignoring the pain in his back that felt like it was breaking, he jumped out of the water, rushed over and grabbed Mikaya's hand, shouting, "Run!"
The two stumbled forward, and a moment later, there was the sound of a second explosion behind them. The flying stones crossed a distance of tens of meters and hit the wall. Some stones even hit Haruz's back, turning him purple and black in an instant.
But he did not dare to stop. He knew that the second explosion must be the Gray Mage catching up. Sure enough, an angry voice came from that direction.
"Black magic?" The sharp voice shouted, "Very well, I'd like to see who it is!"
Haruz felt his soul leaving his body. He knew very well that with his level of strength, he was no match for the Buga Silver Person. He could only hope that the intricate terrain here would make the other party confused, although it seemed unlikely.
The two of them quickly ran until they were out of breath, but Mikaya was unexpectedly strong. The little girl didn't say a word from beginning to end, although it was clearly because of him that she was in danger.
"I'm sorry, Mikaya …" Haruz panted and apologized, "I can't, I can't run anymore. It's all because of me that you're like this …"
He originally thought that Mikaya would retort, but he didn't expect that his hand would grab empty air. Haruz was so scared that he almost screamed. He thought that the Gray Mage had caught up and subconsciously raised his sword to stab behind him.
But unexpectedly, a hand reached out from the darkness, knocked the long sword out of his hand, and then grabbed his arm and pulled him over. Haruz opened his mouth to scream in fright, but his mouth was covered by a soft hand, so that he could only let out a whimper.
But at this time, he finally realized that the person who grabbed him was not the Gray Mage, because he clearly felt that the hand covering his mouth was a woman's hand.
"Sister Lysmeka?" Haruz asked subconsciously.
But a gentle voice, completely different from Lady Medusa's, rang out in the darkness, "Don't talk, Your Highness."
Haruz was slightly startled. He looked around and realized that he was in a narrow secret room. Not only him, but Mikaya was also in this place. Between the two of them was a very tall woman. She held Haruz in her arms with her eyes closed, and in her other hand was a baby girl in swaddling clothes.
Haruz recognized who the other party was in an instant.
"O-Madam Ophelia?"
"Shh."
Yura said softly, and she gently let go of Haruz. Only then did Haruz notice that the other party was injured. A wound extended from her shoulder to her chest, and blood had already soaked her clothes.
She frowned, as if her previous movements had affected the wound, but even so, she bent down slightly, held the baby girl in her arms with both hands, and then handed her to Haruz.
"This is …?" In the darkness, Haruz's silver eyes sparkled, and he asked the Duchess with a puzzled look.
"We can't hide," Yura said softly. Eula replied softly, "You are a guest of Lantonilan. Eikkel and I must ensure your safety."
Before she finished speaking, as if to confirm her words, the previous sharp voice came from outside the secret room.
"How ridiculous, trying to hide in front of a real Wizard, like a mouse with nowhere to hide under the light. Come out!"
Yura stretched out her hand and stopped Haruz.
"The guest follows the host's wishes," she replied softly. "This is the ancient saying of the Nine Phoenixes."
With that, she gently touched her daughter's forehead, stood up, opened the door of the secret room, and walked out. The heavy stone door closed with a rumble in front of Haruz and Mikaya's eyes. Haruz clenched his teeth and held the baby girl in his arms tightly. His chest rose and fell slightly, but he could not make the slightest sound.
Finally, the voice of the Gray Wizard came from outside the door again.
"Eh?" The other party seemed a little surprised. "Look at what I found. This is not a small prey. A person of the Nine Phoenix, a person chosen by the Heavens, and a blind person. Then, this lady should be Duchess Ophelia, right?"
Lady Yura did not seem to answer.
Then the voice asked again, "Where is your daughter, Lady Yura?"
"As a mother, do you think I would give my daughter to people like you, a Buga, to be so self-degrading?"
The man seemed to be strangely silent for a moment because of this sentence.
Then he said, "I admit that you are right, Duchess, but the Silver Folk also have their own choices. It may be a little dishonorable, but in this world, everything can not be won fair and square. Otherwise, how could we, the descendants of the ancient people, have fallen to such a state today?"
"Everyone has their own choices, yes," Yura replied. "But some people are noble because of it, and some are despicable because of it. Do you know what I have gained the most from coming to this land, Mister Wizard?"
"What is that?"
"It is all the love in this world, deep and passionate, plain and noble. Do you understand all this, Mister Wizard?"
"Ah," the Gray Wizard sighed. "I understand, Lady Yura, you will certainly choose to sacrifice yourself to protect your daughter, but you have to understand that it means nothing to us."
There was a moment of silence outside the door.
Yura seemed to say something in a low voice.
It was the ancient saying of the Nine Phoenixes —
The Gray Wizard was slightly surprised. "What did you say?"
But this sentence stopped abruptly and suddenly turned into a scream of horror. "Damn it, what are you doing, stop it!" At that moment, Haruze felt the scorching heat in the secret room, but in his hands, the baby girl still had her eyes closed, as peaceful as a dream.
A moment later, there was a shrill scream outside the door, and then everything was quiet.
In the darkness, Micaya was surprisingly calm.
"It's all over."
At that moment, Haruze suddenly understood something.
He trembled slightly and closed his eyes in pain. A drop of tear rolled down his long eyelashes and fell on the forehead of the baby girl in his arms. The baby girl suddenly woke up, her eyes still closed. She cried out and reached out her little hand, even touching the edge of Haruze's palm.
Haruze bit his lip so hard that it almost bled. He held the baby girl's little hand and replied, "Elara, I will avenge your mother, no matter where those guys came from." The little prince's voice was low and sorrowful, almost pausing after every word. "I swear."
He was silent for a moment. "I swear in the name of King Erouine."
At that moment, the baby girl suddenly opened her eyes. In the darkness, it was a pair of shining golden eyes.
Haruze was stunned.
"This is … the Golden Race?"
"I see." Micaya suddenly crawled over to Haruze's side. She reached out her hand and gently stroked the baby girl's forehead. "She is not a Golden Race. This is a descendant tainted with the power of Twilight, the first generation born after the collapse of Tiamat's network."
In the darkness, the little girl's voice was soft and steady.
"I see. This is the choice of this world, where the hope of the future lies …"
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