Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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Overall, based on his impressions from the simulation, he didn't think the Night Elves, who had inexplicably harmed a bunch of saintesses, were some kind of extremely evil race. Of course, wrongdoing certainly needed to be punished, but ultimately, the root of the problem had to be found.

Since he was already here, even if it weren't for the investigation mission in the capital, he had to find out what exactly happened here.

“Let’s start with the most recent events, from the smallest to the largest.” Latis thought for a moment, then waved his hand and said, “Ms. Rosette, please explain to me what exactly happened in Tree Peak Village, and where did the missing villagers go?”

"Yes, my lady Titania."

Having already witnessed the immense life force and aura of Latis's Forest Dragon form, Lady Roseti nodded obediently. Even though she sensed that Latis's level was far inferior to hers, she showed no displeasure and maintained a respectful attitude, saying:

"This story begins many years ago, back then..."

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"The underground is truly a wondrous place."

Jennifer sat atop the menacing roof of the night elf palace, glancing at the night elves who were nervously gathering their shattered weapons. She shook her head, then looked at Holnet, who stood beside her wrapped in a cloak, and asked:

"Hollnit, you've been underground for so long, do you often experience battles like this?"

"will not."

Holnet held her crimson cloak tightly shut, like a magician in a theater, letting the wind whip it around without making it flutter. She extended her armored right hand from within the cloak, flicked it slightly in the wind, and spoke in a low, husky voice:

"Compared to when I was on the surface, the number of battles has decreased by 60% to 70%."

“Huh? That’s a bit unexpected…” Jennifer scratched her head, looked up at Holnet and said, “I thought you’d be fighting every day in this monster-infested place.”

"After all, I've always been that kind of person in the legends of the Holy City."

Holnet shook her head, raised her right hand to remove her helmet, letting her slightly curly, dark red hair flutter in the wind. Holding the helmet, she continued:

“You young knights have a much higher fighting spirit than I do. Perhaps it’s because after spending so much time underground, I’ve started to feel that fighting is not an end in itself, but a means to an end. As a result, my fighting spirit has gradually faded away.”

"Purpose? Means?" Jennifer crossed her arms and asked curiously.

"Does this mean that many battles are not actually the result of escalating conflicts, but rather a way to resolve them?"

Holnett smiled, turned to look at Jennifer sitting next to him, and said:

"Isn't that what you were thinking when you tried to intimidate the night elves with combat? It's just that sometimes, we have no choice but to fight before the conflict is resolved."

"Um..."

Jennifer stroked her chin, remained silent for a moment, then suddenly recalled Holnett's consistently fierce fighting spirit and couldn't help but ask:

"But, Holnet, you used to believe that 'light awakens in battle,' didn't you? And wasn't battle your most cherished method for elevating your own light?"

“Is that so? Perhaps.” Holnet sighed, sat down, placed his helmet beside him, and said softly:

"But the result of years of fighting is that my light has turned into darkness. Divine power can indeed be sublimated to new heights, but is it really worth it? Or rather, in the midst of continuous battles, can anyone really remember that their original intention was to fight for the light?"

“For the sake of the light…” Jennifer suddenly felt a strange sense of awe, and she subconsciously murmured, “If it’s for the sake of the light, is fighting really necessary?”

"Fighting is necessary."

Unexpectedly, Holnet nodded decisively and resolutely, then stroked her helmet and said with a smile:

“But not the only one, Jennifer. You have a spousal relationship with Lord Latis, and you can do much more than I can. So the future of the Holy City will ultimately fall on your shoulders.”

"I know, I know..."

Jennifer sighed, a mixture of helplessness and pride in her voice. She paused, glanced at Holnet's weathered helmet, and couldn't help but smile. She cupped her cheeks in her hands, looked at the two female knights strolling slowly in the distance, and said:

"Speaking of which, Holnett, how's it like mentoring an apprentice?"

"This is so troublesome!"

Holnet sighed sincerely, tidied his messy hair, and said:

"But after getting used to it, it feels pretty good... By the way, the cloak your disciple was wearing looks familiar, where did it come from?"

“Hmm?” Jennifer scratched her head and replied, “It was from my… my spouse.”

"Yeah……"

A hint of confusion and surprise flashed in Holnet's eyes. With her sharp eyes, she instantly recognized that Leafa's cloak was exactly the same as the one she had sewn herself, and even the accompanying Shadow Dash skill was completely based on her own understanding of the design.

This cloak looks like it was made by her, but where did it suddenly come from?

She shook her head, no longer pondering this pointless question; it wasn't a problem she needed to solve. However, she couldn't help but sigh:

"It's Lord Latis... He truly is an unfathomable man."

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"Why are not you talking?"

Leafa frowned slightly as she looked at Geeta, who was walking stiffly, almost with her arms and legs moving in unison. She stepped forward, took Geeta's hand, and said:

"You didn't even say hello when you saw me. We're still good friends, why are you ignoring me?"

"I...I..." Geeta lowered her head bitterly, her face inside the helmet slightly numb. For a moment, she didn't know what expression to make, and could only stammer:

"Leafia, how did you recognize me...?"

Leafa blinked, took a step back, and examined the dark knight girl's cold attire. Enveloped in a black cloak, she resembled an assassin lurking in the shadows, completely different from the noble young lady she once was.

"I don't know." Leafa scratched her head and chuckled, saying, "I just feel like it's you."

"How awful..."

Geeta sighed heavily, and under Leafa's gaze, she hesitantly removed her helmet, revealing the delicate face of a noblewoman. However, her usually confident and cheerful eyes were now filled with entanglement and embarrassment.

"Hehe." Leafa smiled happily upon seeing her good friend's face again. She studied the bewildered Geeta for a moment, then couldn't resist reaching out to pinch Geeta's cheek and laughing:

"Miss Geeta, you've lost weight."

"Running around all day, how can you not lose weight..."

Geeta obediently let Leafa pinch and squeeze her until Leafa had had enough and let go. Only then could she not help but ask in a low voice:

"Hey, Leafa, aren't you angry with me?"

"Huh?" Leafa tilted her head, puzzled. "Why would I be angry with you?"

Geeta subconsciously adjusted the inward curl of her gauntlets and said somewhat awkwardly:

"It's about...the time you left without saying goodbye..."

Hearing Geeta's guilty voice grow softer and softer, Leafa burst out laughing. Looking at Geeta's anxious face, she deliberately feigned a thoughtful expression, then turned away and muttered to herself:

"Oh, so that's what it was... Should I be angry or not?"

"Ugh..." Geeta's face fell, and she said bitterly, "I'm sorry..."

"uh-huh."

Leafa chuckled and turned back, taking Geeta's hand and winking as she said:

"Actually, I wasn't angry at all. I was just worried that it might be too hard for a young lady like you to go to the supposedly extremely dangerous underground world. Everything else... is just a small matter."

"Eh?"

Geeta paused, watching Leafa let go of her hand and walk briskly into the woods. She couldn't help but rub her slightly sore eyes, and followed after her, feigning complaint as she whispered:

"You idiot, don't underestimate me! I've already fought many battles underground!"

"Ah! Miss Geeta must be badly injured, right? Is there anything else that hurts?"

"Hey, don't touch me like that! I've already asked Lord Latis to use magic to heal me!"

"Hehe, then I'm relieved. My master is still very powerful..."

"So Lord Latis is your master's...! Wait! Something's not right!"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Damn it! If he were your master, would you be able to eat egg tarts for free at his place?"

"Hmm? Yes!"

"He still took my money!! That was my last bit of savings!"

"Eh~ Miss Geeta?"

"What kind of expression is that! I didn't say anything... I don't know anything!"

"Miss Geeta, hey, don't run away!"

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Snyder sat on the flowerbed at the entrance of the main hall, watching the two female knights playing and frolicking not far away. She sighed with a hint of envy, adjusted the hood behind her, and then adjusted the position of her mask to cover the lower half of her face. She then hugged her knees and lowered her eyes.

"Uh, hello?"

A hesitant voice came from the side. Snyder turned his head slightly, looked at the young man squatting on the flower bed on the other side, and asked:

"Hello, what can I do?"

Kiriko hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"Um... are you a white-robed disciple of the Holy City of Romnia?"

“No.” Snyder shook his head decisively and said, “I am a novice priest from Promia Holy City, from Ispoque Village.”

"Oh...that's good. Isopimon Village? I've heard of it..."

Kiriko breathed a sigh of relief, remained silent for a moment, then, unable to contain her curiosity any longer, pointed to the ray next to Snyder and asked:

"By the way, what... is that?"

"..."

Snyder turned his head and made eye contact with the ray sitting next to him, which looked like a delinquent teenager with a hunched back.

“wee?” The ray scratched its head, sticking out its pectoral fins.

Snyder paused for a moment, then looked at Kirito again and said:

"It might be a rather unorthodox monster lord."

"weewee!" the ray cried out in dissatisfaction.