Symphony for the Insect Princess

"It's great that this went so smoothly, isn't it, High Priest?"

A vague voice sounded in his ears.

A small wisp of black mist swirled around Shandoba's shoulder, then formed a black, thumb-sized figure that sat on his shoulder. It was a miniature version of the black-veiled monster of the Mist Demon King. This was certainly not Foglet himself, but a clone of his mist.

"Indeed, I thought I would need your help at the meeting to confuse their five senses or something like that, but I didn't expect it to go so smoothly."

"Haha, isn't that great? It means your efforts have paid off. As long as Winnie Lebenhold disappears, your darling daughter will ascend to the throne of Saint, and your reformists will overwhelm the conservatives. Plus, Saint Straun has such a good relationship with you... Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. With a little more effort, you'll be the de facto ruler of the Pantheon."

In response to Foglet's slightly joking flattery, Shandoba just shook his head impatiently without a smile on his face.

"That's pure nonsense. Have you forgotten those two?"

"Saint Andrew, the Son of God, and Saint Zecilia, the Virgin Mary? They're both important figures. Even I have to avoid them."

Saint Andrew is the War Emperor who resides in the Pantheon, and Saint Zecilia is the Sage who resides in the Pantheon. Together, the two of them constitute the pinnacle of the Pantheon's combat power.

"You know, if we don't have their support, we won't be able to—"

"But so what? From what I understand, Saint Zecilia never gets involved in worldly affairs. Power struggles and the like have nothing to do with her. Saint Andrew, as the Grand Master of the Paladins, has always been leading troops on the frontier battlefields. He hasn't been involved in the Pantheon's internal affairs for a long time."

"That's true...but soon, on the eve of the tournament before the gods, Saint Andrew should return to Maya. We'll discuss his affairs then."

Thinking of this, Shandoba felt a little more at ease.

And if the rumors are correct, Saint Andrew's combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced recently.

"Speaking of which, Foglet, from now on, they're really going to think you caused the plague. Is that okay?"

"Of course it doesn't matter. Do you think I care?"

"Really?"

"For me, being hated by more people just makes it... more fun."

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"I...can't just sit there and wait for death! I must prove my innocence and expose Shandoba's conspiracy!"

"Your words reassure me, Saint—no, Winnie!"

As she led Winnie along the secret passage under the moat of Divanlensalensa, Yaerduo breathed a sigh of relief. What she was most worried about was that Winnie, who was at the center of the incident, would give up on herself. It seemed that the saint she served was much stronger than she had imagined.

"But, Sister Yaerduo, are you really going to stand on my side? If you keep going like this, you'll also be seen as..."

"Don't let your imagination run wild. I'm a Paladin. I always stand on the right side. This is my duty."

"Um……"

Asking more questions would be an insult to this upright female knight - after realizing this, Winnie never mentioned it again, but there was one question that she had to consider.

"But what should we do next?"

"I'll have to go into exile for a while."

"What about during exile? We can't seek refuge in the temples outside now, and we can't trust the Tower of Babel and the Knights. In this case..."

"...Lord Saint Andrew."

When Yaerduo said this name, Winnie was stunned at first, then her eyes lit up.

"Right, Winnie? How could we forget that lord! 'Son of God,' Saint Andrew, is a War Emperor and the Grand Master of the Paladins. He's the immediate superior of Deputy Grand Master Yaldor! He's known for his integrity and bravery. If we can get his help, even if we can't clear our grievances, we can at least gain protection!"

"But Lord Saint Andrew is constantly fighting for Maya's interests on the border battlefield. Wouldn't it be difficult to contact someone on the border battlefield?"

"There is a way," Yaerduo said, "According to reliable information, Lord Saint Andrew will return for this year's competition before the gods."

"I see! Then as long as I can hold on until I can compete before the god, I can ask for his help!"

"So the current problem is how to survive the period between now and the tournament before the gods..."

In fact, in order to prevent Winnie from being hurt, Yaerduo did not tell her one thing.

Son of God, Saint Andrew.

In addition to his extremely high magical power, unparalleled martial arts, indomitable spirit, indestructible golems and invincible forbidden spells, he also has an important item - the Holy Sword Durandal.

Durandal is a divine weapon transformed from a great secret treasure. Its light can eliminate all evil, and its edge can split all darkness.

However, just half a year ago, this magical weapon that was invincible in Maya was destroyed on the border battlefield, completely destroyed and could not be repaired.

According to those who witnessed the scene and returned to Maya, Saint Andrew fought with the "Blue Sword Immortal" of Xuanyuan Continent, and Durandal was evenly matched with a weapon called "Xuanyuan Sword".

As a result, Ned Bradwich, the "Sword Emperor" and one of the Four Riders of the Blood Prison, happened to pass by. The two men said something to her, and then the Sword Emperor took action.

According to eyewitness testimony, the Sword Emperor said, "If these two pieces of scrap metal combined can block my sword, I will forgive you," and then he rushed over to kill us.

Thus, the unrivaled Holy Sword Durandal and the seemingly powerful Xuanyuan Sword were shattered into pieces by the Sword Emperor's attack, as if they were made of tofu.

It's unclear what happened after that, but it's not hard to imagine that the Sword Emperor must have been devastated...

(Please don’t let anything go wrong… The Saint Lady and I can only rely on you now, Saint Andrew!)

Although he lost his beloved sword and his strength was reduced, Saint Andrew is still Saint Andrew, and his strength is undeniable.

What's more, he was a great contributor to the conquest of the "blasphemous demon king" back then.

Title of this volume: Volume 4: Bee's Mane Release Notice

This book will be available on February 2st, so stay tuned!

Chapter 140 Prologue: The Sages

"Eight out of ten things in life are not what you want."

What a brilliant quote.

At least for him, this sentence is a perfect description of his life.

Born in Balbra, he watched his parents die at the hands of gangsters when he was young.

The elder sister supports her and her brother by selling sex, and they depend on each other for survival.

At the age of twelve, he awakened his magic and killed the prostitute who had been bullying his sister for a long time.

A week later, someone who came seeking revenge tortured and killed my sister.

After several years of wandering life, he was engaged in activities such as murder and smuggling.

His magical talent attracted the attention of a lord, who took him under his wing, and he fell in love with the lord's daughter.

Two years later, he was instigated by hostile forces and accidentally killed the lord.

The lord's daughter couldn't bear this fact and chose to commit suicide.

Heartbroken, he left Balbula forever. At the age of 20, he went to Misra College to study, hoping to start a new life.

He was admitted as an exception because of his amazing magical talent. He endured the contempt of the children from wealthy families and silently followed his mentor to learn.

A year later, the mentor who taught him astrological magic died in an experimental accident while performing a spell.

People rumored that the accident was actually his murder. Under pressure from public opinion, he left the college and lived a wandering life again.

He delved deeper and deeper into the world of magic, and unknowingly stepped into the realm of the great magician.

He had been a family magician for a great noble, a court mage, met many people, and lost many people.

It's unknown when it started, but people began to call him the Sage of the Stars.

At the age of 31, he finally married the daughter of a nobleman and had a wife.

The following year, his wife died in childbirth, leaving behind a son.

Feeling lost, he poured all his energy into his son. The child lived up to his expectations and showed even greater talent than he did back then.

My son got married when he was twenty years old and had a daughter two years later.

He was very happy, really very happy. In his opinion, the birth of his granddaughter meant that his seemingly cursed fate was finally back on track.

However, two years later, a conflict broke out between the son and his daughter-in-law and the Sage of All Skills. The conflict escalated into a duel and ended with the death of the couple.

The resentment accumulated over the years erupted completely, and he had the most intense battle with the Sage of All Skills, which was not resolved until other sages and the War Emperor intervened.

After that, he made up his mind to stay away from the secular world and went to the ancient holy land of Starry Sky Ruins to become a hermit.

Through years of hard training, he not only improved his magic, but also stopped recalling the unpleasant memories of the past.

He only had one wish left in his heart - that his only blood relative, his dearest granddaughter, could grow up safely.

but,

but,

but,

but,

but--

"Don't you think that so-called fate is like a naughty child?"

The old man stood at the door of the workshop, radiating cold anger.

“The more you cherish something, the more it wants to destroy it.”

……

……

"……Oh."

Hearing his words, the man simply tilted his head, his expression unreadable through the metal mask.

"In that case, you can just go and settle the score with that naughty boy, Fate. There's no need to bother me."

"..."

At this, Riversta Gondel frowned, then laughed in anger.

"Oh, I really want to do that if I can, but before that--"

He knocked the floor hard with the crutch in his hand, and a ray of starlight appeared, wrapping around the damaged incubator and the remains of the android.

Upon seeing this, the expression of Osimer Margot, the "Sage of All Skills", finally changed a little.

Watching every detail of his expression, Riversta said slowly—

"This was found underground in Kasolu City, where Stella died. I know it was definitely your work. Come on, I hope you can give me an explanation I can accept!"

Chapter 141 Daily Sailing (?)

On the deck of the ship, the sword case opened, and a pure white flame emerged from Levatin, condensing into the image of a girl.

The girl has long pure white hair, burgundy pupils and pale skin, and is wearing exotic and light clothing made of colorful flames.

Under Nyrlis's guidance, she repeatedly moved her limbs, picking up and putting down objects like knives and forks, blocks of wood, and metal ornaments. Throughout the process, her expression remained unchanged. After all, her true form was a sword, and this body was merely condensed from magical flames. Being able to imitate a human mouth opening and closing and blinking was impressive.

"Um……"

Levatin's hand materialized fully, picking up a silver spoon. He held it for a few seconds before the hand turned to flames and the spoon fell to the deck.

She tried again, this time holding the spoon firmly, but the magic power was compressed too much and the spoon instantly melted into liquid silver.

"How's it feeling, Levatin?"

"Not bad, but it certainly can't be compared to real flesh."

Although a physical body could be materialized, it was simply the materialization of magic power, a far cry from a real body. If he relaxed even a little, his body would disintegrate into flames. If anything went wrong here, this small area of ​​the sea would likely be evaporated dry.

"What about the control of power?"

"That's easy to say."

A wisp of flame shot out from Levatin's palm, turned into the shape of a flying bird and flew into the air. After circling once, it dispersed into countless fire snakes that drew a brilliant trajectory, and finally compressed into a small flame and returned to her hand.

What an amazing control, worthy of being a divine sword.

"As for this..."

Levatin reached for the sword case, took out the beautiful cross-shaped sword, and looked at it in front of his eyes.

"I'm holding 'me' in my hand...? That feels weird."

“Just treat it as a novel life experience.”

"Come to think of it, so this is what I look like?"