The Frost Witch's long hair was messy, and she was half-kneeling on the ground, clenching her teeth and shouting angrily.
However, Galt had no intention of killing her.
After all, this is Kislev, at the foot of the Imperial City, and the Frost Witch is the treasure of Caroline, the principal of the Magic Academy.
If he really kills a witch, I'm afraid his career in Kislev will be over.
After all, the Frost Witch is still very precious and respected in this country. Gelt will naturally not be that stupid. Just like what the Frost Witch said when she came in, she must teach him a lesson, and now, Gelt
Walter just wanted to teach this uninvited intruder a lesson.
"kill you?"
"No, no, you misunderstood me, madam. I am not a murderous person. On the contrary, I hate killing and bloodshed. I will not hurt others unless it is absolutely necessary."
"You saw it just now, you forced me to do it."
Galt said, walking towards the injured witch.
He also knelt down on one knee and looked at each other on an equal footing with the injured Frost Witch.
The injured Frost Witch was still bleeding from the corner of her mouth, and the blood flowed from the corner of her mouth to her neck, dyeing the snow-white chest into dark red.
Due to the severe pain, the witch gasped, and her blood-stained chest rose and fell, making Galt feel even more pity. If it weren't for her special identity, she might have a special relationship with Villanelle. Galt said no
Be sure of what you will do in the next second.
He looked at the witch and shook his head with regret.
"Does it have to be this way?"
The alchemist sighed.
The Frost Witch remained unmoved and cursed with her last strength——
"Devil...this is not a magic at all!..."
After saying that, he almost fell down from the pain. He could barely support his weak body with only the ice gun.
The low-hanging hair covered the lonely face, and the blood-stained body only looked more miserable. Galt was itching to see it, but he still had to maintain his grace in front of the witch...
"How can little girls like you understand the essence of magic?"
After saying that, the alchemist proudly stood up and walked away.
"You can go. I promise not to tell anyone what happened today. As for Villanelle, I really love her. I hope you and your sisters understand. Even if you don't like me, you don't like an outsider.
I don't like a male wizard appearing among you, and I don't like a male wizard appearing in this country. However, this is already a fact. I believe that time can prove everything and prove that I am sincere to Ms. Villanelle."
With his back to the Frost Witch, Galt spoke solemnly every word. However, if it weren't for the Frost Witch's special identity, Galt felt that he would definitely take advantage of others tonight...
"snort……"
The witch sneered at his explanation, but she could no longer refute it.
…
In the misty March, when the city of Bohemund was still immersed in the joyful atmosphere of victory, an urgent letter from the north broke this peaceful and joyful atmosphere.
The messenger was the king's attendant, traveling all the way south from the capital Cologne to deliver the message. Philip did not dare to neglect him. After all, although the messenger was just an attendant, he was also a Holy Grail Knight. Even the Holy Grail Knights beside the king had a higher status than some lords of the kingdom.
Be high.
Without much greeting, the attendant handed the volume of letters exclusive to the King of Bretonnia into Philip's hands.
"I don't want to come out, you can see for yourself."
The attendant looked arrogant, which made Leon beside him feel very angry. However, under his uncle's signal, Leon still endured it.
Under the concerned eyes of everyone, Philip slowly opened the book. He still did not read it out because the words in the letter were too sharp. He also understood why the king's attendant did not read the letter in front of everyone. That would definitely arouse public outrage.
.
"What did the king write in his letter?"
After everyone dispersed, Leon came over and asked with concern.
Philip looked solemn and handed the letter to his nephew, letting him read it himself.
Leon took the letter and soon realized his uncle's mood.
"He wants us to return to Cologne...this could be a trap!"
Leon shouted excitedly.
"No doubt, this is a trap."
Philip sighed——
"The letter does not mention the past between you and me at all, nor the merits and demerits of this operation. It is precisely because of this that it is a trap."
Leon quickly understood what his uncle meant. The king didn't say anything, which was the scariest thing. He had a knife hidden behind his back. However, you can't accuse him even half a word. Because in front of everyone, he is still Bretonnian.
The most authoritative person.
"We have to go, don't we?"
Leon asked in a low voice.
"Yes, we have no reason not to respond to the king's summons. He has not publicly criticized our actions, so we have no reason not to go to the capital to meet him. In the eyes of outsiders, the king may also be to reward us. If we don't go, he
Then we can use this as an excuse to say that we support our own troops and are arrogant, and then gradually accuse us and say that we are traitors. By then, we will have nothing to say."
Philip said in a deep voice. He is a rational person. When he encounters anything, he will first think about it in his mind before making a decision. Although this habit sometimes makes him miss good opportunities, he has to deny that the family needs such a person.
A calm and rational leader leads.
"Then what will he do if we all go?"
Leon frowned and asked.
"I don't know... I don't know what crazy moves our capricious king will do. But if we don't go, we will give the other party an opportunity to take advantage of it. My dear nephew, what do you think we have now? I
It means, what is the most precious thing we have that can confront the king?"
Philip turned around and asked.
Leon thought for a while and then answered——
"People's hearts and credibility."
"Yes, although Victor has made many mistakes, he has not done anything against the will of the goddess. In other words, he is still the legitimate king of Bretonnia. Once we do not go to Cologne, but continue to lead this army
Legion, then Victor can frame and slander us in name. Lyon, our foundation is still very weak. We must be very cautious in every step from now on."
Philip's sigh became heavier. Young Lyon seemed to see an old man sitting opposite him. He was originally a giant who protected the family, but now, heavy shackles were cuffing him, making him unable to breathe or stand up straight.