She was a noble and a woman, so even though she was a dangerous mage, she still enjoyed a certain degree of preferential treatment after being handcuffed with mithril, and was imprisoned in the queen's room instead of a dark dungeon. Her father and a few others were lucky enough to survive.

The knight was locked downstairs, and the prince stayed alone in the emperor's room. Who knew whether the duchy was speaking gently or threatening him.

Zhao Wen was in a terrible situation. She almost wiped out all the principality assassins with one person. Naturally, she became a key target and was locked up in the chapel. There was a full set of torture instruments used by the church to deal with spellcasters, although they had not been used much in recent years.

I've used it, and it's still okay to cram it temporarily.

After all, the Victor family is a famous family, and the treatment given to the traitor in the principality is acceptable. She even has a maid. Of course, she is not the original palace maid, but a young girl with brown hair.

The eldest lady can eat, drink, and read as much as she wants without leaving the room. Unfortunately, although mithril has a reputation of being as light as a feather, wearing this thing for a mage is tantamount to chronic suicide. She only feels dizzy and nauseated.

, when she did vomit, all that came out was blood.

It is said that the church used the precious metals of the dwarves to kill many spellcasters in the past, and their hands were not dirty.

After another violent cough, Helena suddenly thought of a very cold joke. They really don't need to come in to monitor you, they can just listen to you coughing in the corridor.

I wonder what happened to the other mages? The Mage Tower has experienced the Dragon War, the Greenskin Crusade, and the counter-insurgency against the Reikland. Their colleagues are either dead or on the front line. The Legion needs to maintain sufficient deterrence and remain calm until now.

For the remnants of Rick's party that are ready to move because their master has gone into exile overseas, spellcasters are a very important part of them, no less important than heavy cavalry with shiny armor.

Most of the people who stayed in the capital were teachers and apprentices like her. As far as she could see, she and her father were probably the only mages who went to the dinner and survived.

Even her brother was dead... The image of Allen being stabbed in the chest with a dagger, his mouth full of blood and screaming to run quickly stimulated her again. Helena gestured to the maid sitting at the foot of the bed, asking the maid to pick up the spittoon.

After another earth-shattering cough, Helena was afraid that she would never be able to speak again. The damaged vocal cords meant the end of her career.

Following the mute's train of thought, she discovered that the people of the Principality had an easier way to subdue the mage than expensive mithril handcuffs - cutting out the tongue. They wouldn't cut out Zhao Wen's tongue, right? Helena was too panicked.

They all ignored the most critical point. The half-elf's so-called spellcasting did not even use his mouth. It was purely based on thoughts and gestures.

So how to escape? All the men were locked up, including the maids who were familiar with the structure of the palace, and the girls who came to serve were all temporarily captured girls. On a rare occasion when she was not coughing, she got close to the girl, and the girl

Tell her that her brother is in the hands of people from the principality.

Oh, that's it, you damn traitors. She couldn't even eat the food brought by the maid. Even if she wanted to drink water, she had to be helped to sit up first, but when the warm liquid entered her mouth, she would choke again.

He coughed repeatedly and sprayed bloody saliva everywhere, even a little bit on the girl's face.

The mage's physical condition deteriorated rapidly, and he had no time to care about etiquette and decency, let alone see if he accidentally vomited in someone else's face.

The maid, whose face was sprayed with blood and spit, put down the mage, suppressed her disgust and wiped her mouth, then pulled up the quilt before wiping her own.

When I came here, I had already been threatened by people from the principality. If I wanted to run away or not work hard, I would ask my brother to look good.

Well, brother. Ivy’s freshly wiped face revealed the coldest smile, that’s not my brother…

The half-succubus carried the wooden basin and walked out. The guard standing guard at the door came to touch her butt again, with a strong and rough hand. Ivy swallowed her anger and walked forward. She was treated like this every time she came in and out. If you are not used to it, you have to get used to it.

But this time, the guard seemed to regard her forbearance as further encouragement, and stretched out his hand to stop her.

And this time... Even though she was a devil, she was also a girl. No one had ever treated her like this before. In shock, the tub filled with water fell to the ground and splashed.

Gritting her teeth, she knelt down and wanted to clean it up. Ivy could feel the cowardly guard looking at her butt, and she could bear it. Ordinary people would be killed or injured if they were stepped on by a horse, but it was her

It's not easy. Besides, even if she turns back into a demon, there are hundreds of armed soldiers in and around the palace alone, and Ivy is not capable of defeating thousands of people.

When my body recovers, I will...

"Ah!!" she cried, and those shameless hands actually lifted up her skirt.

Loudly asking "What are you doing?!" This is what ordinary girls would do. Such words would not scare gangsters, let alone foreign soldiers.

Ivy's approach was to immediately turn around, raise her hand to poke the principality man who was still laughing lewdly, and sink all four fingers into the pervert's neck. She withdrew her hand faster, and then caught the fallen guard.

Make a little noise.

Although there was only one person standing guard in front of the young lady's door, it was better to be cautious. She was not sure she could deal with so many people at the same time. The half-succubus put down the guard lightly and put her hands on her hips, thinking about where to hide this guy.

"Hello……"

The sound was like the cry of a mosquito, but it did not miss the senses that were specialized by the devil's blood. It turned out to be the young lady lying on the bed. At some point, she straightened up and leaned against the head of the bed, looking weakly at her and the dead body at her feet.

of guards.

The half-succubus returned to the room at a speed that was close to running, and her expression must have been quite ferocious. When she reached the bed, the young lady shrank in both body posture and eyes.

"I am not your enemy..."

As she was lying on the bed, she explained to Xing Xing, but before she could finish her words, her coughing started again. Compared with the previous times when she broke the jar, it could be seen that she was trying hard to keep her voice quiet now.

Ivy stood by the bed and stared at the eldest lady for a while, then took out a handkerchief and handed it over. The lady stared at the handkerchief and shook her head. Her hands were full of blood and the handkerchief was dirty.

"Kill him in one go, how could you..." The cough was about to come again, Helena tried her best to endure it, her face was red and she was panting.

She read it right. This girl made a hole in a big man's neck with her bare hands. This was definitely not something a human could do. Since it was impossible to get the answer, she might as well jump to the point.

"Can you take me to escape?" Thinking of the hope of escape, the cough became much better.

The maid looked at her with contempt, as if Helena were furniture in the room rather than a living person.

"Why should I take you away?"

The questions were as heartless as the eyes.

I am the Duke's daughter, and I command you! Helena wisely avoided such lines. Isn't she seeking death by saying this to a weirdo who can tear his neck off with her bare hands?

"I, I am a mage, I can help." She said, raising her hand to the girl and showing the mithril lock, looking impatient.

Helena's original intention was to prove the identity of the mage, but she never expected the girl's next reaction.

She lowered her head to study the mithril lock for a while, then grasped the interlocking part of the middle chain with her upper hand, and pulled hard, tearing the precious metal that the dwarves were proud of. Then she acted like a fledgling locksmith.

, bit by bit, the part stuck on Helena's wrist was pulled out. The whole process was done with only hands, without even looking at the table knife that was close at hand.

"You said you are a mage?"
Chapter completed!