Symphony for the Insect Princess

"Yes, Big Sister."

The butler quickly took out a large picnic blanket and spread it on the ground, then like magic, he took out a small basket filled with snacks and desserts, as well as tea and a tea set.

"sit down."

I took the tea that Pierce handed me and put it on the picnic blanket, then waved to them. They took the tea with puzzled looks and sat around me.

"…So, what's this for? A picnic?"

"Watch the fireworks."

"Fireworks?"

I counted silently and estimated that the time was about up.

Then, point in the direction of the Zoroastrians.

boom!

Just a few kilometers away, where the Zoroastrians live,

The brilliant pillar of fire shot straight into the sky and lingered for a long time.

Chapter 135 Levatin

"I keep my promise."

Yes, you kept your promise.

"As you wished, I brought you out."

yes……

"you're free."

It’s been a long, long time since I last touched the outside air…

"Do you miss it?"

I miss you so much.

"Well then, there's no need to suppress your strength anymore. Let's celebrate."

You don't have to tell me, you have already fulfilled your promise, and now... it's my turn.

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a few minutes ago--

For thousands of years, the Zoroastrians have never been so lively.

Every tribe member shouted, laughed, danced, and sang primitive songs.

""""""Lord Mulien! Lord Mulien! Lord Mulien! Lord Mulien! Lord Mulien! Lord Mulien! Lord Mulien! Lord Mulien! Lord Mulien! Lord Mulien! Lord Mulien! Lord Mulien! Lord Mulien! Lord Mulien! Lord Mulien! Lord Mulien! Lord Mulien! """""""

Laughter and cheers gathered together, repeating the same name, the name of their clan's hero.

She used her wits and strategies to obtain the sacred object, not only fulfilling the long-cherished wish of the Zoroastrians, but also eliminating the outsiders who coveted the sacred object.

Mullien was greeted with the treatment accorded a true hero; even she couldn't help but blush and tear up. She lifted Levatin high above her head, infusing it with magical energy, allowing everyone to witness the sword's dazzling brilliance. The tribe danced with joy, moved to tears, and some even prostrated themselves on the ground, worshipping the sacred object.

At the end of the team, the clan leader was looking at her with a rosy face. Many years of bitterness and hardship had finally come to an end, and she burst into tears for a moment.

Finally, it was taken back.

Finally, my long-cherished wish came true.

By her generation, the Zoroastrians finally won.

And the biggest contributor is her most precious granddaughter.

"Grandmother! I succeeded!"

"I know you will succeed, my dear child!"

Mullian carefully held Levatin in her hands, and the patriarch immediately stretched out his hands to take it, feeling the divine warmth, and it was indeed the real thing!

"Good...very good...excellent..."

Under the gaze of all the tribesmen, she walked towards the altar with Levatin in her hand and declared loudly—

"From tonight onwards, our clan's sacred object has finally returned to our hands!!!"

“““““““OH ...

The tribesmen cheered in unison, bathing in the sea of ​​joy. The tribe leader began to perform the ancient ritual, placing Levatin on the altar and sealing it forever.

——At that moment,

"……Um?"

The patriarch, his heart filled with joy, did not understand what was happening for a moment.

Until she turned her gaze to her hands.

Everything was charred and black.

It completely turned into charcoal.

Because of Levatin's...flame?

Why is there flame?

Obviously, I haven't activated the power of the magic sword yet?

“Grandma! Be careful—!!!”

The cheers faltered, and Mullien's shrill scream echoed. The next moment, a powerful flame blasted the clan leader away! The old woman fell heavily into the crowd below the altar. As a great fire mage, her clothes were completely burned, and her body was covered with traces of flames!

It took a few seconds for the crowd to realize what had happened. Laughter turned to fear, and they screamed and fled from the altar. Mullien and the tribe's warriors hurriedly lifted the burned leader! But at the same moment, a pillar of fire shot up into the sky, and Levatin was levitated from the altar. The magical force was as powerful as a heart! Clusters of flames spread out in all directions, melting the rocks, igniting the houses, and illuminating the night sky a crimson red!

"What's going on, Grandmother?"

"How...how is this possible! Obviously...no one...is using it!"

What holy objects, what divine swords, are they, after all, objects! Even Levatin cannot exert its power without being used by someone, but now it is not being controlled by anyone, and surprisingly—

As if mocking the patriarch's ignorance, a unique pure white flame peeled off from the pillar of fire.

At this moment, everyone's attention was attracted by the pure white flame.

The flames flickered and danced, eventually condensing into a human form.

“——!!!!”

Transformed into the image of a young girl.

The girl has long pure white hair, wine-red eyes, and a face as delicate as a fairy, but her expression is as cold as ice.

She was not naked, flames of other colors covered her body, forming the shape of clothing.

What's strange is that her clothing style looks very similar to that of the Zoroastrians, with a slightly wild sexiness, but the style is much older.

The patriarch's eyes widened.

I wasn't surprised by the appearance of this girl.

But surprised by——

"...Lady Tia Levatin?"

""""What!?""""

"She... looks like that ancestor...?"

The old woman was completely bewildered. Indeed, the tribe still preserved a portrait of the Great War Emperor, Tia Levatin, and this girl was an exact replica of the original owner of the Excalibur! The face shape, the features, the hairstyle, the outline of the eyebrows, even the figure were the same! The only difference was her color. Tia Levatin was a Zoroastrian, with brown skin, black eyes, and black hair, while this girl had white skin, burgundy eyes, and white hair!

How is this going?

The spirits of ancestors appearing?

But if she is really an ancestor, why would she hurt her people?

"Ah, ah..."

The girl suddenly spoke.

Mullian quickly pricked up her ears and listened carefully, not wanting to miss anything the girl said.

however--

“Ah…ah? Ah—ah—ah—”

The girl just kept making meaningless strange noises.

It's almost like... pronunciation training?

"Ah ...

Then she began to move her limbs, leaning back, bending down, and turning her body, as if she was doing warm-up exercises.

Almost a minute passed before she finally stopped and smiled faintly.

"Well, the feeling of freedom... is really good."

"That! That—"

"? What's wrong, girl? You want to talk to me?"

The mysterious white-haired girl looked at Mullian and tilted her head. Mullian mustered up the courage to ask -

"Excuse me, are you the ancestor?"

"Ancestor?"

"Are you Lady Tia Levatin?"

“…………Tia? Oh…oh…her.”

The white-haired girl remembered something, but she didn't seem to care.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. 'Tia' is fine with anything. I... am just me, 'Levartin'."

boom! ! ! ! ! !

Blazing flames descended from the sky, enveloping the entire Zoroastrian settlement like a cage. All those who tried to escape were blocked by the flames, and some unlucky ones were even burned to ashes!

"Stop it! Levatin is a sacred object of the Zoroastrians! Don't—"

"Shut up."

The girl's voice was still cold. She snapped her fingers and a tongue of fire burned all the warriors around Mullien to death.

"Holy artifact? Divine sword? I'm not quite sure... But I know exactly what I should do now."

She raised her hands above her head.

An enormous ball of magic power took shape in her hands.

"She has fulfilled her promise, now it's my turn..."

The magic power between heaven and earth has reached its peak.

"...You guys, it's almost time for you to die."

Boom boom boom boom boom boom! ! ! ! !

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““““Has its own consciousness!?””””

"Yes, this is the real magic of Levatin."

I took a sip of the Seckford worm's nutrient solution and explained to them.

"That's why, even though Tia Levatin has been dead for tens of thousands of years, this sword still hasn't returned to its ownerless state."

"But is such a thing really possible?"

"Isn't this a living example? For some unknown reason, before her death, Tia Levatin poured her soul, spirit, memories, and even all her strength into Levatin."

"But without the human body, spiritual memories and the like simply cannot be preserved for long!"