Frilian: Starting by inheriting the title of the Southern Hero

Chapter 45 The Ball with Undercurrents

"You mean, I'm not the enemy's ultimate goal?"

Celia naturally understood the meaning behind Lynn's words.

"That's right."

Lynn stared directly at the elf who had lived for countless years. "The enemy's goal is to make magic disappear from this world completely."

The reason magic can be passed down is because of the interpretation of sacred texts and the passing down of excellent magicians like you and Frilian from generation to generation.

The reason that guy wanted to assassinate you was probably because you are the oldest living archmage, a living history book of magic.

Killing you would be equivalent to burning down the world's largest library.

Celia raised an eyebrow and gestured for him to continue.

"But that's not enough. After all, even if you could make all the magic disappear by killing one person, you should kill the goddess who passed down the stronger goddess magic."

Therefore, to completely sever the inheritance of magic, I think it's necessary to eliminate all those who possess magic and all related literature.

At this point, Lynn recalled the broken Goddess Monument that had taken him and Frilian back eighty years.

More than 80 years ago, the stone tablet was in very good condition.

Could it be that destroying the Goddess's Monument was also a way to prevent magic from being passed down to future generations?

"After saying all that, are you trying to persuade me not to think about dying?"

"Now that we've come this far, there's no need for you to ask me anymore, is there?"

Lynn really thought that Celia had lived too long and was completely rusty. "With your death, the association will be leaderless and will fall apart in an instant. Those mages you protected will be nothing more than lambs to the slaughter in front of the premeditated Shadow Warriors."

As he spoke, he leaned forward, staring into Celia's unwavering eyes, and continued, "Moreover, Frilian and your apprentices are all on the assassination list. I don't think the Shadow Warriors will let anyone on the assassination list go."

After listening, Celia slowly leaned back on the sofa, her shoulders completely slumped, and a clear sense of wavering appeared in her usually nonchalant eyes.

After a long while, Celia let out a soft laugh and murmured:

"So these guys are declaring war on the entire magical age."

Then he asked Lynn:

How do you know all this?

"Just a guess."

Lynn stated directly, "However, it's true that the commander of the Shadow Warriors wants to eliminate all magic."

"..."

Seria was speechless. "You've already convinced me, and now you're suddenly telling me it was all just a guess?"

"A good guess is better than a hundred bad plans."

Lynn shrugged, looking completely innocent. "Do you think I can predict the future years from now?"

Celia laughed in exasperation.

Are you kidding me?

"However, what you said makes sense."

She tilted her head slightly to think, her fair hands gently patting the smooth instep of her feet, again and again.

After a long while, the movement stopped.

"Since they want magic to disappear completely, then I don't need to think about it so much."

Celia sat up straight, her entire demeanor shifting abruptly, and looked at Lynn with anticipation:

"Tell me your plan."

"It's very simple."

Lynn met her gaze. "Just do it."

Upon hearing this, Li Ai paused for a moment, then smiled, her admiration undisguised, and said, "Alright, then I'll see just how capable you really are."

"So you've changed your mind?"

I guess so.

"Alright, if that's the case, then the next steps can be much more direct. However, I don't want my actions to be restricted by anyone, is that alright?"

Lynn brought it up directly.

"As long as you don't burn down the palace, it's up to you."

Celia smiled and agreed, "Then, go and call Falshu and the others in."

"it is good."

Lynn turned and went next door to call someone.

As she watched his figure disappear behind the door, Celia's smile slowly faded, and her eyes dimmed slightly.

"Things aren't as simple as you think."

"...However, it might not be complicated."

……

After Falsh and Frilian finished setting their tasks, the group arrived at the ball.

In the brightly lit hall, a huge crystal chandelier hangs from the dome.

Nobles in their finest attire held wine glasses, chatting in hushed tones in small groups.

Celia sat languidly in a velvet chair, one hand supporting her chin, the light flowing over her cascading golden hair.

In the food area not far away, Frilian was taking small bites of dessert, while Philon stood beside her, somewhat awkwardly adjusting the hem of her dress.

Zanze stood not far behind Celie, constantly alert to his surroundings.

"Lady Celia, where did Lynn go?" Zanze asked in a low voice.

"Who knows? After all, he doesn't have any fixed tasks."

Celia's voice was as calm as still water.

……

Meanwhile, in the old refuge passages beneath the Empire.

Based on his memory of the original story, Lynn found the pillar where Falshu was hiding, but Falshu did not intend to show himself at this time.

"Falshu, you should go back now. Those two people who are coming later will chop off your hands."

"Now that you mention it, I'm even more interested in the people who are going to appear next."

Falshu, behind the pillar, adjusted his glasses.

"Alright, be careful later."

Lynn stopped trying to persuade her.

Soon, a small figure emerged from the darkness ahead.

He was an old man wearing armor and had a messy beard.

Beside him was a man carrying a large black straight sword.

It was Varos and Kress, the two core combatants of the Shadow Warriors.

"I never expected to run into you here."

"It was Varos who spoke up."

"Surprised?"

Lynn smiled calmly and placed his hand on the hilt of the twin swords.

"Rather than saying it was an accident, I'd been looking forward to competing with you."

The old man stared at Lynn while reaching behind his back to find a pointed spear, though the tip was flat.

"As you wish."

Lynn leaned forward slightly.

"However, due to our mission, we may not be able to duel one-on-one."

Varos pointed his spear diagonally at the ground. "You don't mind if it's two against one, do you?"

Klein, standing beside him, immediately held his large black straight sword horizontally over his shoulder.

Varos shifted his feet, his movement completely eliminating any fluctuations in his center of gravity.

"Even if I mind, it's no use."

Lynn spoke calmly, his gaze quickly sweeping over the broadsword in Klein's hand.

The sword had no handguard; its blade was broad and heavy, making it suitable for pure destruction.

"Aren't you going to draw your sword?"

Varos spoke again.

"People on my side usually believe that whoever draws their sword first dies, so I have to wait."

Lynn said in a teasing tone.

"Then let me see where your confidence comes from."

Varos snorted coldly, and his spear thrust out instantly, the tip aimed straight for Lynn's throat.

Lynn turned his head, and the tip of the gun grazed his neck.

Immediately afterwards, he extended his right palm and swept it forward along the shaft of the gun.

Varos flipped his wrist, swinging his spear horizontally, the flat tip transforming into a sharp blade, slicing towards Lynn's knuckles.

Lynn stopped, lightly touched the ground with his toes and stepped back, leaping three meters into the air to anticipate Klein's upcoming sweeping attack.

Fighting with foresight makes things much easier.

As seen in the future vision, Klein's black straight sword followed closely behind. The massive blade swept across, but just grazed Lynn's clothes, smashing a semi-circular notch into the brick wall.

Dust filled the air.

Lynn tumbled through the air, his twin swords finally unsheathed, two streaks of silver light slicing through the dust.

Ding!

The longsword blocked Varos's counterattack.

"That's interesting."

Varos sheathed his spear. "His movements are quick, and his predictions are accurate. He's a good warrior."

Lynn shrugged. "So, can you just admit defeat?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Klein charged again, his black straight sword trailing behind him, the blade leaving a trail of sparks on the stone pavement.

Lynn did not take the attack head-on; future vision revealed that Klein's attack was a feint.

The real killer move is with Varos.

Varos had circled around to Lynn's side and rear, his spear locked onto Lynn's kidney.

Lynn took a half step forward, just avoiding Klein's charge, and at the same time swung his sword in a backhand strike.

when!

The longsword struck the side of Varos's spear tip precisely, and the enormous recoil made Lynn's arm go numb.

This old man is incredibly strong; no wonder he fought against the war god Levallo.