"That's the gate of the palace?" Looking at the broken city gate, Nelia stopped.

The warrior walking in front paused, looked at the wronged soldiers holding spears and shields in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh "Yes"

"Then I'm not polite." The long sword from my waist was pulled out, and the black figure flashed in front of the soldiers' phalanx. The sharp blade swept across the place was full of golden light.

Looking at the purified soldier's soul, the soldier's spirit remembered the days when disaster had not happened before. He led the soldiers who had changed their guards to dive into the tavern, used his salary to invite his subordinates to drink and chat, and asked the boy about the maid in the palace. He was like a worried father giving advice to the young men.

At that time, the expression on their faces was sunny, and looking at their twisted expressions now, everything was like a nightmare.

I had thought of breaking their pain with my own hands, but I could never see these familiar faces and waved my sword. Not only would I cut off their spirits, but I would also be "resurrected" again because of the strange blue light, and my distorted expression would become even more unbearable.

He looked down at his raised hand, clenched his five fingers into fists, and a deep sense of powerlessness surged into his heart, scolding his weakness and incompetence.

Nelia turned around and looked at the warrior's spirit with her eyes like the starry sky at night, looking at the warrior's spirit's clenched fists, and slowly asked, "Do you know them?"

"Yes, they were all my subordinates." The warrior spirit raised his head and replied.

Looking at the soldiers' souls that had disappeared into golden light, their open mouths seemed to say, "Brother, we have been waiting for you for a long time...", and then dissipated.

"They are more like my children than their subordinates." The warrior spirit added, his slightly wrinkled face full of sadness.

Nelia turned her head calmly, "Sorry, I asked something that shouldn't have asked."

"Not hindrance, I want to thank you even more for giving them relief."

While answering, the warrior spirit walked past Nelia and walked straight to the entrance of the palace.

The two continued to move forward in the palace, killing the wronged souls along the way until the warrior spirit brought Nelia to a gate, pointing to the gate and saying, "This is the gathering place of the royal mage group."

"Do not dodge it." Nelia said, and the fireball technique appeared in her hand bombarded the gate.

Behind the damaged gate, pairs of strange red eyes looked at Nelia. The unjust soul mage wearing a mage robe began to sing something, but was collectively destroyed by the sword energy from Nelia's wielding.

As the soul dissipated, a sharp roar, an unjust soul wearing a broken mage robe appeared in the center of the room, chanting a spell, and the strange staff in his hand condensed several ice crystal flying blades.

Nelia, who knew that she wanted to use magic to fight magic, naturally could not miss this opportunity. She arranged this wronged soul wizard clearly with a fireball technique. Besides, isn’t it normal for such a false wizard who needs to be read in seconds?

The purified Witcher, who was strolling towards the purified soul, was probably going to trigger the plot, according to the fact that he had been saved and had not dissipated immediately.

"Hello, beautiful lady." As the purified mage said this, Nelia couldn't help but show off: "Oh, this person is really good at speaking. She smears honey on her mouth, and she praises me for being beautiful when she comes up."

"I am the leader of the Palace Magic Corps: Lewis About," Lewis introduced himself.

"Nelia, no surname." He corrected his attitude, gently pulled up his skirt, skillfully used the standard Western aristocratic etiquette of ladies, and bowed slightly to return the salute when he saw this.

"Lewis, even if you die, you still look so inappropriate. Take your sweet-talking mouth."

At some point, the warrior spirit followed, slamming Lewis in an angry tone.

"Ye? Isn't this my dear Bu..." Lewis wanted to say something, but was immediately punched in the face by the warrior's spirit.

"Who is a family with you?! You, the ultimate liar! You lied to marry you! You are still outside using your bad face to provoke noble ladies everywhere! I have been tolerating you for a long time because of the king's face!"

The warrior's spirit said angrily, pressing Lewis to the ground and beating him. Nelia, who didn't know what to complain about for a while, chose to... watch the show.

After all, this is a family matter. My brother-in-law is full of fun. As a brother-in-law, the warrior uncle, is indeed qualified to take care of it. As an outsider, Nelia, just watch the show.

When the warrior spirit grabbed Lewis' collar and beat her to the bruised face, Nelia spoke out to stop the unilateral domestic violence, and then asked, "Mr. Lewis, do you know the reason for the demise of this country?"

Hearing the question, the two stopped fighting. After Lewis stood up and patted the dust that did not exist on his body, he looked at Nelia with a serious expression.

"I know, it's magic."

After hearing this, the warrior's pupils contracted, and he grabbed Lewis' collar again and asked sternly, "Magic?! What kind of magic is it?! Any magic implemented in the palace is agreed and supervised by you personally! Why would you agree to use such evil magic!"

Regarding the question of the warrior spirit, Lewis lowered his head and replied earnestly, "It was the king who arranged for me to implement this spell. When I asked what kind of magic it was, he only replied, 'You don't need to know this'."

Hearing the answer, the warrior spirit released Lewis' collar and took two steps back with disbelief.

"Why... King... you are lying! King will never use this evil magic!" The warrior's spirit roared again, and his waving fist was about to hit Lewis' face again, but Nelia spoke again to stop it, because Lewis's soul had begun to dissipate and there was no extra time to waste.

"Mr. Lewis, where was the magic circle for casting that year? I might be able to crack this magic and end this catastrophe forever." Nelia said with a rigorous expression.

"In the secret room in the ruling hall of the palace, the switch of the secret room is on the throne, and only the king knows how to open the quick shut." Lewis replied, a trace of sadness began to appear on his face.

After listening to Lewis's answer, Nelia made a cigarette and a lighter from the spell creation, then put the cigarette on her lips and lit it, and began to analyze it calmly.
Chapter completed!