Western Fantasy: The Princess Wants to Save the World

Droville looked at the princess in front of him, who had dark circles under her eyes. He had not seen the princess for a whole day, and he sent people to ask if the princess was in good health but received no reply.

But he is not Valken, so he cannot contact the princess. He has many other things to distract him. Now that Her Royal Highness the Princess has appeared, it has hit the crux of the war. Droville already has a plan in mind, but he still wants to hear what Her Royal Highness the Princess has to say.

"According to your Highness, what should we do?"

Cecilia knew the vampires. If the first generation of vampires had not almost lost their lives four hundred years ago, the vampires would not have asked other demons for help.

As the first group of demons to invade, the sixth-generation vampire would not return empty-handed no matter what, and would not ask for support so easily.

"It's just my humble opinion. I think we should be more radical and take advantage of the weak strength of the blood clan during the day tomorrow to charge into the Buddha Gold Mine Road. This will also block the passage inside the Buddha Gold Mine Road after the victory."

Upon hearing this, Drover said, "We don't know what the situation is inside the Buddha Gold Mine. Is it too radical to rush in?"

Cecilia sat on a chair brought by a soldier. "I have considered this as well. There are still many giants in the giant settlement behind us who have not left. They were born and raised here and are very familiar with the situation inside the Buddha Gold Mine. As long as they are willing to provide information and help, it is not too radical."

Droville didn't trust other tribes very much. Just like the high walls of Aslade City, there was also such a high wall in his heart that made him dare not trust other tribes easily.

Seeing that Drover was thinking, Cecilia continued, "There is another safer way, wait."

DeLoville looked at Cecilia, waiting for her next words, to see if they were similar to what he thought.

"Since the vampires are waiting for our soldiers to be assimilated in three days, why not make a targeted plan based on his plan?"

This was the initial idea that Droville had subconsciously after he came to his senses. It was both safe and secure, and would allow the soldiers to have another day of good rest.

However, Her Royal Highness the Princess described the plan in great detail, and one could tell from listening that she was well prepared.

Droville recalled the rumors he had heard about Her Royal Highness in Petra.

Sure enough, the people we get to know from other people's mouths are always imperfect.

Now that the countermeasures had been discussed, Droville quickly made arrangements and gave orders.

Seeing that there was no way she could help, Cecilia thought for a while and went to find Daisy and Finnian.

Halfway through the journey, I realized that it was already the middle of the night, before dawn, and everyone might have already gone to sleep.

Cecilia had no choice but to give up and return to her own residence.

On Mount Kapika.

Freya looked grim, "How long are you going to stay here?"

To some extent, black magicians can no longer be considered human.

Since the day the vampires invaded until now, Freya and Ellard have not had any rest.

Freya didn't know what Elar was looking at, but if Elar didn't leave, she didn't know where to go next.

Ellard was watching Cecilia's every move from beginning to end.

When Cecilia almost died, Ellard had the urge to show up and save her, but he was a step too slow.

He thought he was standing on a commanding position, or had a God's perspective, but he still didn't realize who pulled Cecilia back from the brink of death.

Ellal has lived for four hundred years but could not think of anyone other than a black magician who could bring the dead back to life and defy the laws of nature.

Cecilia may not understand these old friends now, but to Elar and others, Cecilia has not changed at all. She would never reach any conditions with the black magician even if she dies.

However, when they reached a deal with the black magician all those years ago, there was nothing left to exchange. The black magician was not a human being and had no emotions, so it was even more impossible for him to come to their rescue for their sake.

The side effects of black magic are too obvious. Cecilia's "resurrection" can be said to be an illusion. Not only is there no side effect, but in Ellard's opinion, Cecilia's magic seems to have improved.

I don't understand.

I really can’t figure it out.

Freya was not interested in observing Cecilia's every move. She just wanted to leave here quickly and go to the next place.

Without taking his eyes off Cecilia, Ellal replied without emotion, "Wait two more days."

Freya was so angry that she had no place to vent. There was nothing on this mountain. She was so bored. She was not happy to stay here with Ellar. "I'm going to Aslaide City. Come find me when you leave."

After saying this, he didn't care whether Elar agreed or not and just cast a teleportation magic and left.

And Ellard's expression did not change from beginning to end.

I don’t know how long he can continue to see this world with his own eyes.

Before she died, Calista asked him, "Do you regret making the deal with the Dark Master?"

Calista didn't just ask him this question back then. They all stood in front of Calista's bed, looking at the old woman in front of them whose face was no longer young and whose hair was gray. She couldn't even utter a complete sentence before she died. She spoke one word at a time and took several breaths for each word.

But even so, she still tried to open her eyes a little wider. Abeluna tried to cast magic to make Kalista feel a little better, but the magic had no effect on her dying friend.

Whether it's magic or dark magic.

Calista died before she could hear their answer.

She may have known that her end was approaching, or she may have realized something in her last moments of clarity and left a letter for everyone.

Including Cecilia.

The letter to Cecilia had long been forgotten in some corner.

Ellal has never opened the letter left by Calista.

He is a coward.

He didn't have the courage to face the news of his friend's death again.

But the question that Calista left before her death was like a magic sound, always lingering in his ears when he woke up in the middle of the night.

Regret?

Ellal did not deny that he was shaken when Kalista left.

He once regretted it when he was drifting further and further away from those good friends.

But is regret useful?

He could only bite the bullet and wait day after day, looking for the figures of his old friends and memories of many years ago.

It wasn't until Cecilia appeared that the regret disappeared.

Even though he knew very well in his heart that Cecilia's appearance was the countdown to his life.

He was very happy too.

The long life of four hundred years brought him nothing but pain and a tiny bit of hope.

But he thought that if he could see Calista again after his death, he could tell her about Cecilia's achievements during this period.

Then he said, "That guy hasn't changed at all over the years!"