Chapter: 51. Insignificance?
On the icy plains outside the Northern Region.
From above, the battlefield between the Second Legion and the Third Legion looked more like a child’s snowball fight than a brutal slaughter.
But this “snowball fight” didn’t involve snow as a weapon.
Magic orbs of various colors flew chaotically between the two armies’ positions, and from the sky, it appeared as if thousands were engaged in a noisy and bizarre snowball battle.
However, only one side was taking damage.
The various non-lethal binding spells launched from the Second Legion’s camp caused waves of Third Legion soldiers to collapse on their charge.
The Third Legion, realizing a direct charge was futile, hesitated at a distance, letting those skilled in long-range attack magic bombard the enemy positions without engaging in close combat.
But it seemed that the Second Legion had constructed some kind of indestructible barrier above them in advance, making their long-range assaults completely ineffective!
The soldiers of the Second Legion were furious, feeling their strength was being wasted and their frustration boiled over!
“Damn it! Second Legion! Are you scared to come out and show yourselves?! Hiding like dead mice is amusing?! Tch… Did these guys really have so much magic before? Is it not exhausted yet?!”
“We’re afraid of going out and getting crushed by you! Her Highness said to spare your lives, so hurry up and kneel in gratitude! Isn’t it better to leave with a dog’s life and go back to see your mother?! You want to die here in the wilderness, feeding the dogs, huh?! You’ve fallen for the enemy’s trap! Wake up! Are you addicted to being the rebel army?! You want to be given face?!”
“Who are you calling a rebel army?! I’m on a confidential mission! No way, I’m going to fight it out with you! Ugh…!”
Are you dazed, buddy?
If anyone couldn’t resist charging out of the trenches, they would be met with an icy fish from the Second Legion, delivering a sharp crack, and even if their head remained intact, they’d still be out cold for days.
In the morning sun, two streams of silver light zipped across the battlefield, like meteors in the dawn.
If they flew too high to be seen clearly, they were the two princesses of the Demon Territory.
Princess Belis squinted her left eye against the cold wind high above, holding Xue Feiya’s hand to avoid being swept off course by the turbulent air currents.
The high-altitude air flow was so unstable, and the strong winds were the result of Xue Feiya’s recent casting of the Dark New Star, whose effects had not yet fully dissipated.
Looking down on the battlefield, the towering snow mountains around had all been flattened; the Dark New Star had traversed these mountains, triggering avalanches that buried the armies beneath a pile of snow, entirely sealing the paths in and out for both the Second Legion and the Third Legion.
Now, with the chaotic air currents above, the exit route into the sky had also been blocked off.
This meant that the Third Legion could no longer navigate around the Second Legion to continue their advance.
Although the high-level races of the Northern Region were just within reach, actually getting there was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
What caused this situation was Xue Feiya’s magic.
But what facilitated this status quo was Belis’s strategy.
Initially, Xue Feiya planned to use the Dark New Star to slightly deviate from its course to intimidate the enemy commander, but Belis believed that since they were using this magic, there must be more valuable targets to attack.
The enemy commander couldn’t be killed just yet; they needed to keep him alive to extract information.
Given this, it would be better to utilize the natural terrain here to completely block the enemy’s access routes.
In doing so, they bought themselves time, allowing for more exploration later with ease.
Xue Feiya tightened her grip on Belis’s fingers in the air, turning her head back, her silver hair lifted by the wind revealing her shimmering purple eyes, full of admiration for Belis.
“Belis! Did you eat a clever fruit while growing up?!”
“What are you saying, Your Highness?! The wind is too strong! I didn’t hear you!”
“Nothing at all!”
She saw her sister smiling, playfully twirling in the wind as if performing acrobatics, clearly very happy.
Well… Thank you for the recognition, Sister!
No matter how strong the wind, I’ll strain to hear what you say; if I say I didn’t hear you, that’s definitely a lie~
Originally, she thought that saying she didn’t hear would get her sister to praise her again… What a pity, heh heh, I’ll keep pretending I didn’t hear next time!
To fight alongside her sister was Belis’s honor.
Like a splendid dance in the air, the five-winged and six-winged figures bathed in the gentle morning light, soaring over the snow-capped mountains.
The destination appeared in sight, lowering their flight altitude.
Before even landing completely, Belis reached out to brush the snow off Xue Feiya’s nape, looking just like a virtuous wife or sister.
“Pfft… Sister, you’re almost a snowman.”
“Don’t laugh, you’re not any better.”
“Then can you help me brush mine off too?”
“Don’t think about tricking me, you’re smart, and I’m not foolish.”
“What a pity, what a pity~”
Since Xue Feiya was flying ahead, to help Belis brush the snow off her head, she had to move her wings to do so.
If the wings were to extend, Belis would definitely hug them without hesitation, making it impossible for her to escape.
Since childhood, Belis had been very interested in Xue Feiya’s wings.
She loved her sister’s wings; when they bathed together, slept together, or even ate together, little Belis would always sweetly ask her sister to extend her wings and wrap her up. She felt very safe hiding under her sister’s wings.
If she were just seeking safety, that would be fine! The problem was that whenever she touched Xue Feiya’s wings, it involved not just touching, but also biting and even licking!
At first, Xue Feiya didn’t find anything wrong; after all, children tend to like fluffy things and let it be, as a few feathers falling didn’t matter.
But over time, the sensations of her wings being touched by Belis grew increasingly odd. Initially, Xue Feiya could endure the indulgent mood towards her sister, but after almost fainting once in the bathroom, she dared not agree to any more unreasonable requests from Belis.
She had every reason to suspect that the issues with her wings were all caused by Belis!
Forget about those painful yet joyful matters for now.
With the heels of her black boots stepping on the snow, raising puffs of snow dust, Xue Feiya led Belis to the top of this mountain.
They were already two miles away from the distant battlefield.
Upon arriving, the visual magic she used for long-range observation gradually dissipated from Xue Feiya’s eyes.
“Phew… This should be the place?”
“The enemy commander hiding in such an obvious spot takes some real guts.”
“It doesn’t matter. They’re already planning to fight to the death; he is the one most eager to surrender to the high-level races in the Northern Region.”
“I’ll go find him.”
“Okay, look for him; once you do… huh?”
—Clap.
The sound of clapping.
One clap after another echoed behind a towering rock wall to the west.
“Alright, looks like we don’t need to search.” Xue Feiya joked with a smile, “Clearly, he’s not afraid of us at all and doesn’t plan on hiding.”
The sisters glanced toward the side of the stone wall at the same time.
From there, clapping, smiling, stepping out was a man with black hair, five wings, wearing a noble’s longsword at his waist, a battle cloak with war honors, and light armor—along with the golden medal of the Third Legion gleaming on his arm.
Murolov Yalin, the leader of this rebellion, the current commander of the Third Legion.
Even with both princesses present, he did not kneel in accordance with the order of hierarchy, nor did he even bother to look them in the eye.
He simply stopped clapping, pulling out someone from behind the stone wall.
The brown-haired scarred man dragged out by the collar, tossed aside to sit helplessly in the snow, trembled all over upon seeing Xue Feiya’s face, which looked like a grim specter.
“Your Highness the Princess! Please listen to my explanation…!”
“Oh dear! Princess Xue Feiya, Princess Belis, what a pleasure to meet you! And Bryant, right…? I told you earlier, don’t make a scene when meeting the princesses, it makes it seem like our legion is having major issues, as for…”
—Whoosh!
Murolov ducked to avoid a dagger suddenly thrown by Belis, which lodged into the wall behind him, piercing through the rubble.
Yet Murolov merely tilted his head, narrowed his eyes, and continued to smile, as though he were just adjusting his neck.
“Was that magic just now the work of Princess Xue Feiya? I see, it certainly lives up to the name of a ‘disaster’, quite exaggerated indeed. It is a privilege to witness Princess Xue Feiya’s full power, I am truly trembled; had it been me in the past, I would have certainly knelt down in submission to Your Highness’s might immediately, right?”
The fallen Bryant tried to take advantage of the situation to crawl towards Xue Feiya; he had long had enough of this madman!
But with a simple gesture, Murolov made Bryant float in mid-air, crashing hard against the stone wall behind him, temporarily rendering him incapable of movement.
This was a warning.
A warning to him.
And a warning to those before him.
Murolov stroked his chin, speaking to himself, looking at the distant battlefield, as well as the neat section created by Xue Feiya’s magic piercing through the mountains, contemplating something carefully.
In the end, he shook his head.
Ultimately, it was just a sigh.
“However… it seems that compared to the world that ‘that esteemed person’ has shown me, this may still be far too insignificant.”
