First, there was a loud bang and slowly rising smoke, followed by a series of chain explosions like a carpet bombing.
The roof where the crossbowman was hiding was blown away by the fierce wind from the explosion, and the walls were completely demolished by fireballs, as if the entire second floor of the house had been sliced off with a knife, completely flattened by Fia.
Astonishingly, the explosion didn’t send any debris flying outward; all the fragments were intercepted by subsequent fireballs before they could escape.
A surgical precision strike.
If a knowledgeable magic chanter had witnessed this scene, they would have looked on in horror as if seeing a ghost, for such precise control had surpassed human capability.
Unfortunately, the only one who witnessed the entire scene was Fia.
Most people only heard the explosion and then saw a section of the house forcibly cut away from their view.
Having dealt with the long-range sniper, Fia let out a light hum and clapped her hands.
“Now it’s safe.”
“Magic bombardment? There’s a high-level magic chanter, don’t stay in the courtyard, everyone follow me inside! Magic chanters are no match for knights at close range!” Fia’s actions clearly made the soldiers nervous.
They left some people behind to surround the servants trying to escape in Fia’s blind spot, while the majority followed the commander into the first floor of the mansion.
Soon, the sound of armor clashing and hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway.
Are they coming for close combat? Fia frowned slightly.
She was good at locking onto targets like in an air combat game, but she had no experience with close combat.
Although she could let a firestorm engulf the entire mansion and jump out with her strong physical abilities, Anastasia was likely in one of the rooms, and she couldn’t risk accidentally harming Anastasia.
Better to use the same method as before to take them down one by one.
Even if the fireballs weren’t like guided missiles that could change trajectory with the target’s movements, as long as the distance was close enough, hitting them wouldn’t be a problem.
As the saying goes, beyond seven steps, the gun is fast; within seven steps, the gun is both accurate and fast.
Of course, here the gun should be replaced with fireballs.
Let’s find Anastasia first.
As this thought crossed her mind, the dawn sky suddenly turned purple.
A familiar color.
It seemed like she had seen it somewhere before.
It was the color when the elven princess was killed.
The few memories quickly provided Fia with the answer.
This light had appeared in the elven princess’s life-flashing-before-her-eyes memories before her death.
First, a purple moon rose in the sky, casting a purple hue over the entire land, then the purple light in the sky gathered into an incredibly sharp spear, taking the elven princess’s life in an instant.
The national treasure of the Holy Kingdom of Milcandis, a weapon called the “Unsinkable Moon.”
Are they trying to repeat the same trick? But how did the people of the Holy Kingdom know the elven princess was hiding here?
No one could answer Fia’s question.
Without clues, Fia couldn’t deduce anything; she could only stay vigilant, ready to respond to any potential crisis.
The light was quite far from her, likely in the city center, towards the cathedral.
It was wiser to leave the dangerous corridor first.
Having finally gotten a second chance, Fia didn’t want to repeat the elven princess’s fate.
Immediately setting off, Fia lifted her skirt and crossed the corridor filled with rubble and wooden planks, quickly reaching the staircase.
“Captain, go find Her Highness, we’ll handle this!”
“What about you?”
“Her Highness’s safety is the most important!”
It was Anastasia.
It seemed like a scene where the hero stays behind—calling it a melodrama would be an insult to the subordinates’ loyalty, but Fia wasn’t good at handling such life-and-death scenes.
Better to show them the prowess of this elven princess.
Quickly running down the stairs, Fia reached the second-floor staircase.
Due to the mansion’s first floor being designed with a spacious hall, quite a few people were gathered here.
Anastasia and less than ten elven soldiers were guarding the staircase, repelling the Holy Kingdom soldiers trying to come up.
It seemed there had already been intense fighting, as the elven soldiers looked particularly disheveled, while the Holy Kingdom soldiers in the lower hall were on high alert.
Soldiers with large shields stood at the front, forming a shield wall, with two teams of crossbowmen behind them alternately shooting and reloading.
The soldiers charging up the stairs to fight Anastasia and the others came from the sides of the formation, with clear division of labor.
“Your Highness, hurry!”
Seeing Fia coming down the stairs, an elven soldier sitting on the ground, supporting his left shoulder with his right hand, struggled to get up.
Arrows were lodged in his left shoulder and calf, with blood gushing from the wounds, soaking most of his clothes.
“Don’t move.”
Stopping the soldier from getting up, Fia turned her gaze to the hall.
For some reason, in a situation where less than ten people were facing a hundred, one would normally feel nervous—especially with countless crossbows aimed at them—but Fia felt no fear at all, as if it were a common sight like eating or drinking.
When facing the corpses earlier, Fia wanted to complain; had the elven princess’s emotionless traits rubbed off on her? She was a bit too calm.
Of course, Fia wasn’t so thick-skinned as to express her inner thoughts on her face.
She quietly lifted her face, her ruby-like eyes now devoid of any emotional color, her cold gaze unlike a human’s, releasing a strong chill from her entire body, causing everyone in the hall to shiver involuntarily, slowing their actions.
The cold, black-haired, red-eyed figure was like the Grim Reaper descending—no, even the Grim Reaper could only harvest lives on one planet, but the presence standing here was far more terrifying.
The chaotic scene quickly calmed down.
The soldiers on the stairs retreated timidly step by step, while Anastasia’s group gathered around Fia.
“Your Highness, we’ve been ambushed.” Anastasia, her chest heaving slightly from the intense battle, explained the situation in a low voice while holding a long sword and keeping an eye on the Holy Kingdom soldiers.
“Our people leaked information, and now the bishop of Aurora City has sealed off the entire city with the ‘Unsinkable Moon’ brought back from the front lines.
We need to find a place to hide and wait for a chance to leave.”
“I understand.”
The situation didn’t seem optimistic.
Although Fia hadn’t had the chance to ask Anastasia what the “Unsinkable Moon” was, from Anastasia’s brief description, it was clear that Aurora City was under lockdown, making it impossible for ordinary people to escape.
“Your Highness, do you still remember how to use magic?” As Fia pondered, Anastasia’s voice reached her ears again.
“Um… I only remember one spell, but—”
“I understand.
I’ll take you to escape from upstairs later, and the others will cover us.”
Anastasia said this with a determined look on her face.
