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Failed Spell Casting
A bad premonition appeared in Kieran's heart.
He looked at Phandle who had given up on chanting and started chanting his incantations. Kieran's mind was spinning rapidly.
It was obvious that the failure of the spell had something to do with Miss Jeanne James.
She must have guessed the arrangements of her brother, King James VIII.
After all, it wasn't hard to guess.
The king didn't have many cards in his hand.
Other than Phandle before him, there were almost none.
The relentless pursuit from before wasn't targeted at them but to numb King James VIII.
So that the king would send Phandle out.
Then...
To get rid of King James VIII.
Phandle, who was being used as a shield, left King James VIII's side. How could Jeanne let go of such a good opportunity?
As for Phandle?
She didn't seem to be worried about Phandle's revenge.
Just look at Phandle who had failed to cast another spell.
Kieran was confident that Jeanne had prepared measures to stop Phandle from acting rashly.
Everything was just as Kieran expected.
After another failed spell casting, Phandle's bright and evil eyes showed sadness.
"Master!"
Bosco asked carefully as he also noticed something was wrong.
"My wife has betrayed me!
Only she and I can enter the room that is connected to this teleportation circle and other than her, no one else can destroy it! "
Phandle's words shocked Bosco and Mary to the core.
After the shock, Bosco and Mary thought of King James VIII at the same time.
"What about his Majesty?"
Bosco asked anxiously.
Mary looked at Phandle nervously.
"I've set up a defensive magic circle in his Majesty's bedroom. Even if she sent out all her men, they could probably hold it off for three hours. But from Thunder Fortress to the Imperial City, it would take at least five hours on the fastest horse. Besides, since she has staked everything on this, she won't let us reach the Imperial City safely. I'm afraid Thunder Fortress is under lockdown now, we..."
Phandle didn't finish his words.
But everyone understood what he meant.
"It's over, it's over!"
Bosco fell to the ground, limping.
If Jenny James gained power, with her ruthless methods, as the king's imperial envoy and advisor, he would definitely die a horrible death.
However, at that moment, Bosco was thinking about his wife and two daughters.
What will happen to them?
The terrifying speculation made Bosco tremble all over.
Mary stood there with a pale face, motionless like a wooden statue.
Her sapphire blue eyes lost their luster at this moment.
The faith that had supported her all this time collapsed at this moment.
She just wanted to see her father.
However, the cruelty of fate made this small desire difficult to fulfill.
Tears overflowed her eyes.
Mary didn't make a sound. She just cried.
She was not crying out loud.
But it was more painful than crying.
Phandle looked at Mary guiltily. He wanted to do something, but there was nothing he could do.
His wife's betrayal made him lose everything.
He no longer had the ability to travel a thousand miles in a single breath.
He no longer had any thoughts of rebelling against that person.
Betrayed his wife, and.
With his child.
His long-awaited child and heir.
I'm sorry.
After apologizing again in his heart, Phandle turned around.
As the strongest sorcerer in Warren, Phandle was weak at that moment.
Bosco felt even more despair after seeing Kieran's actions.
The sharp imperial envoy noticed Phandle's thoughts.
A sense of helplessness filled his body.
Bosco suddenly realized the ability to read people's thoughts that he was proud of was useless and annoying.
He would rather not read the envoy's thoughts.
Switch to swordsmanship.
Because he could at least put up a fight.
But now …
A heavy, sorrowful laugh sounded, filled with self-mockery.
It sounded like a crow's caw.
Wuuu!
Mary bit her lips hard, trying to stop herself from sobbing. Under her teeth, her lips were stained with blood and her tears had blurred her vision. She wiped them away with her hand and gripped the sword at her waist tightly.
Mary told herself to stay strong.
She lost her mother.
She lost her father.
But she still had enemies.
She wanted revenge.
Mary took a deep breath, wanting to say something.
But at this time, a palm was placed on top of her head.
A warm feeling filled her body in an instant.
She raised her head and saw the young, childish face before her.
He was as calm and calm as ever.
So calm that it calmed one's heart.
So calm that it was trustworthy.
Somehow, the words escaped from her mouth uncontrollably.
"S-Please save him."
Kieran looked down at Mary, whose face was covered in tears. His ears were filled with the sobbing begging.
The figure before his eyes seemed to overlap with someone else.
'Mommy, daddy, where are you?
Why don't you want me anymore?
I want mommy, daddy.
I'll be a good boy. Mommy, daddy, hurry up and come get me, okay? '
Inside the narrow room, the young figure couldn't stop crying.
Until the tears dried up.
Until he recognized the reality.
The feeling was unbearable.
Unbearable. Kieran could feel the pain in his heart.
Needles pricking, sword stabbing, and knives cutting him.
Pain!
Pain!
Pain!
Dong, Dong, Dong!
The excruciating pain made his heart beat rapidly.
It sounded like a war drum being beaten.
Amidst the deafening drumbeats, the Beast of Desire started to growl heavily, like a wounded beast.
Amidst the blazing flames, the winged figure was growling in sorrow.
Then, the beast opened its eyes. Pride, Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Greed, Gluttony, and Lust gushed out.
Then, the figure spread its wings angrily. The chaotic, rampant aura swept across the world.
All of them were transformed into the source of power.
A storm appeared in Kieran's body.
It was gone in a flash.
But it expelled the pain.
He tried to dispel his self-pity.
Expelled it.
The painful memories that were about to be born.
Kieran rubbed the little girl's head hard.
Her long blonde hair was soft and soft to the touch.
"Okay."
He said softly.
Bosco raised his head in despair and looked at Kieran blankly.
The strongest sorcerer in Warren, Phandle, turned around abruptly and sized up Kieran again.
Both of their gazes were filled with disbelief.
"Hon. 2567, you might not know …"
Before Phandle could finish, he stopped.
Kieran didn't even care about what he said.
He turned around and headed towards Thunder Fortress.
"Trying to break through the fortress alone?
It's impossible! "
"Impossible, impossible!"
Phandle was stunned for a while before shaking his head.
However, his voice got softer and softer until it couldn't be heard anymore.
Bosco looked at Kieran's back in a daze, his fists clenched tightly.
Mary looked at Kieran's back, her mouth slightly opened.
Then …
She cried her heart out.
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