Chapter 333

Chapter 333: The Art of Speaking, the Beauty of Sorcerers, and Conspiracy

In the quiet Ancient Forest, in the center of the Elven Temple.

The shrine maiden sadly glanced at the Ame no Habakiri, which had turned to ashes and dissolved in the air. The great sword called Shadow Cutting left only a few ink marks, winding in her palm, its weak flow no longer taking shape.

As for the fragments of Mother Earth’s power, disaster aura, the souls of her kin, and the polluted magic essence…

The usable parts of these elements were refined and forged into Shadow Cutting, while those deemed waste evaporated in the power of Mythical Armament, leaving no trace.

At this moment, the magic circle beneath her feet dimmed and shattered, the cost of reaching "Fully Blooming," and the brief reappearance of Ame no Habakiri consumed all the magic essence gathered from the entire sanctuary.

The girl gazed down at the earth with a heavy heart; the sight of such devastation reminded her of all the memories from the first playthrough, bringing forth even more torturous images. She sighed deeply, reflecting on the joy she had just experienced.

The brief reappearance of Ame no Habakiri was still not enough.

The cost of the "Tempering of the Heart" could be paid with magic, and with the powerful Patronus Magic of "Perfect Rule," she was determined to forge a true Mythical Armament that could protect everyone and guard the future peace.

To achieve this, "Fully Blooming" was not enough; she needed to surpass all her predecessors and become the perfect idol at the top of the magical girl realm!

Yes, an idol.

Even though the memories from the first playthrough had resurfaced more, her identities as a shrine maiden, blacksmith, and wielder of a sword had magnified many times over, also bringing her greater inspiration—a kind of inspiration that could bring everything together.

Little Sakura strengthened her resolve and lifted her spirits as she glanced into the distance.

The Elf Clan Elders, who had been driven mad by the disaster aura, seemed to regain some clarity after the gods withdrew their intervention from the Golden Sea. Some chose to end their own lives, some wept in anger, some remained stubborn, and others fell into complete madness.

However, not long after, the overwhelming emotions, the still strong aura of disaster around them, and the remnants of divine power within their bodies led this group of elders, who were used to breathing in magic essence, towards a distorted and broken state.

With the chaos of magic essence, natural disasters rampant, and dark tides spreading, the scene of widespread sorrow could be described as a chaotic end of the world. The other young idols, who had never seen such things and lived in a peaceful era, were anxious and some even cried out in fear.

Time was urgent, and Dream Weaver Rabbit had no time to give these children training on how to handle stress. They could only teach some basic spells and common knowledge.

It could be said that if it wasn’t for the logout button (revival buff) given by planetary consciousness, this training in the Slit World would have been a complete murder.

Kirimi Miyuki was in a state of chaos; she believed that Esther’s original design was not like this. Among more than three thousand magic girl reserves, there were still some with Disaster Shell and Fuel.

Except for special cases like Xiaoxiao, the other girls had little fighting power. If they were to randomly end up in various areas of Fanol Continent, who knows what dangers they would face?

For example, the Quiet Ancient Forest is one hundred eighty thousand miles away from the Karembu Empire. Even without this accident, as an elf, it would be impossible to go to Yves Saint Laurent for training under proper guidance.

The unluckiest ones might find themselves starting over.

Therefore, she believed that Dream Weaver Rabbit was initially confident in gathering everyone within the empire, even in the capital Yves Saint Laurent, using the method of having the old lead the new to ensure safety and smooth communication.

Now that this situation had happened, it could only mean that an accident occurred.

Kirimi Miyuki was not worried about Honey Qing, Charlotte, or Xie Qingxuan; she was concerned about Liuli, Little Shu, and other young idols who had no battle experience.

No, first I must clean up the mess before I can take care of these younger ones.

Little Sakura, holding onto thoughts only a senior would have, turned and entered the sanctuary. Using the Second Princess’s authority, she restarted the spell to draw magic essence from the outside and reopened the barrier that had been activated by the clan elder.

After that, she hurriedly left the sanctuary and, under the name of Loco Flavetrica, called together the soldiers who could still fight, evacuated the elderly and children, and helped the confused young idols she encountered along the way.

"Get the civilians and children away from there!"

"Be careful not to draw in the magic essence from the air for now!"

"Knights of the holy emblem who can still fight, clear out the mutated and dead clan members and magical beasts."

"Magicians above level five, follow me to repair the core of the sanctuary. Remember to report back when your magic runs out and use the Magic Potions you received to recover your magic."

"The barrier couldn’t hold out much longer. All the strong young people went to use the treehouse seeds to quickly build a dam to block the dark tide."

With the authority of the Second Princess, Kirimi Miyuki calmly led the confused Elven in disaster, spreading orders everywhere and barely establishing a defense line.

During this time, the young girl also encouraged her fellow Elven, saying that the shadow of the evil god had been driven away and if they could endure the aftershocks, they would be safe, igniting the Elven spirit to protect their home.

It must be said, Ame no Habakiri’s sword was very persuasive; otherwise, the bad news of the Elven Queen, many royals, and her guards sacrificing themselves would have caused widespread panic.

Meanwhile, the other little idols from "Dazzling Stage" followed like little ducks, listening to instructions while whispering and being quite cute.

Jiang Keke watched Kirimi Miyuki’s back with sparkling eyes, completely admiring and following her steps, unable to help but mumble to herself:

"This must be the ‘witch’ senior that Qubi mentioned. She’s incredibly amazing! I need to study hard during this time, hoping to be as cool as her one day!"

Although coming from the Daxia capital area, they would theoretically recognize Kirimi Miyuki, due to a layer of cognitive impairment magic, the little idols present, like Chen Xiaoxiao, automatically treated each other as seniors.

So, in the midst of the chaotic situation, with a heavy atmosphere and many dangers, these children naturally saw Little Sakura as someone they could rely on, obediently following her, occasionally avoiding other Elven and asking questions.

Little Sakura was easy to get along with, polite, and emotionally smart. Whenever she had free time, she would patiently answer questions.

The newcomers asked not about magic, but about the scary disaster beasts, how to fight them, and how to not feel afraid… These were the most common questions from beginners.

So, with memories from her first playthrough, Kirimi Miyuki could answer confidently, and almost every time she answered, she received looks of admiration and respect from the little idols, making her feel a bit shy.

However, the relaxed atmosphere soon shattered with the arrival of a group of "unexpected guests."

They were a troop speeding through the Quiet Ancient Forest, overlooking the heart of the Elven land. They wore alchemical armor, their faces covered, each one strong like a butcher, giving off a terrifying smell of blood, with golden wings extending behind them.

These were not humans, but the Empire’s frontline Alchemical Puppets, known as Heavenly Army. Their purpose was only to kill, and they were called angels under the Emperor’s command.

Although they were extremely costly to create and required a lot of Alchemist work, each Heavenly Puppet was comparable to a fusion of a First-level Magician and a level-one warrior.

The scariest part was that their fighting power increased with their numbers; once a certain amount was reached, the gathered troops could kill legends.

This creation was designed by Lucy Tiffany for the Empire.

The reason people knew about this young lady from the Tiffany family was that she had understood some of the Demon God Machinery and was considered a unique alchemy genius, partly because of the great achievements of the Heavenly Puppet.

Kirimi Miyuki looked serious. She had the memories of the Second Princess and knew that even if the Elven Queen were alive, controlling a well-maintained sanctuary and gathering most of the magic essence from the Quiet Ancient Forest, it would not be enough against an army of more than three thousand Heavenly soldiers.

Right now, there were thousands gathered in the sky; roughly counting, there were about six to seven thousand. With such numbers, not only could they wipe out the Elven people, but they were even enough to pierce through the Lost Beast Kingdom in the north in a single breath.

And if they gathered ten thousand, they could slay legends.

Kirimi Miyuki felt a bit nervous. She had never faced a legend and didn’t know much about them, but purely in terms of destructive power, the legends of this world were stronger than Honey Xuan’s sister, though not enough to surpass another level.

In other words, the top echelon of captain-level witches should be able to match the battle power of legends.

Calculating this way, faced with the Heavenly Army in the sky, she simply had no chance of winning.

Little Sakura felt gloomy. She had closed a rift caused by the Calamity God invasion and had revealed all her cards. Even with the magic essence gathered from the sanctuary, without the complete Shadow Cutting as a medium, she couldn’t create even a moment’s Ame no Habakiri.

So…

If the other party had bad intentions, her chances of winning were very low.

At this moment, in the sky, a cold mechanical whisper was heard:

"Assessment complete. The magic essence of Quiet Ancient Forest is 73% polluted, 58% of the Elven are damaged, and there are a total of 18,928 patients with abnormal infections. It is determined that staying any longer poses a risk of extinction. The Imperial Precious Race Protection Law should be adopted, and it is advised that this race migrate immediately."

"Request to speak with the leader. It is determined that Aelixia Flavetrica is deceased, and Liana Flavetrica is deceased…"

Due to the number of reports, they were quickly summarized into a final result.

"Loco Flavetrica, Elven Second Princess, you are now recognized as the last royal bloodline of the Elven. Temporarily, you hold the rights of the leader. I ask—do you wish to relocate?"

The young girl sighed in relief. She glanced at the nervous little idols behind her and the sorrowful Elven around her, and asked:

"If I say I agree, where will the Empire relocate us?"

Hearing this, the Heavenly Puppet sent the instructions to the Terminal Brain located in the Imperial agency, which then forwarded the question to the Adjudicating Authority, the Imperial Parliament, and other departments.

Nobody seemed to care about this "small problem," or maybe they wanted to save face for each other, so the ball was soon kicked back to Lucy Tiffany, the creator of the Heavenly Puppet.

Chu Yuanqing, in the Terminal Brain of the Alchemist Workshop, got a view of the Heavenly Puppet. She looked at the shrine maiden version of Little Sakura, with her pink hair and pink eyes, and showed a surprised yet slightly scared cute smile, saying immediately:

"Tiffany’s territory is very large. I have a piece of land covered with forests and flower fields; I can give her some. There is also plenty of food, so even without working, we can feed these little fairies."

The Heavenly Puppet slowly landed and spoke in a serious and earnest tone:

"My great and kind creator—Lady Tiffany, allows you Elven beings to enjoy her little glory, stay in her back garden, and take care of the flowers and plants, acting like a lazy pet that can only be admired."

Kirimi Miyuki fell silent; this sounded just like a noble lady wanting a pet, with a casual and disdainful attitude. No way could she let this somewhat silly group of fairies go to be mistreated.

Little Sakura frowned in displeasure and refused:

"Sorry, although the Elven are in a difficult place, we do not wish to be dependent on others. We will find our own way; please leave."

As those words faded, Honey Qing, far away at Yves Saint Laurent, also fell silent.

Chu Yuanqing felt that the language module edited by Lucy Tiffany had a rare kind of spirit. She impatiently tapped on the Terminal Brain and simply used the Heavenly Puppet’s eyes as a projector to broadcast herself.

Then, the light and shadows in the air changed.

Jiang Keke hid behind the Second Princess, her thoughts frozen for a moment.

"Lucy Tiffany" appeared here, her straight and perfect face, noble golden eyes revealing a noble air, her pure white hair cascading down, and her cool braid was quite alluring.

This world’s "NPC" is just too beautiful, isn’t it?!

The little girl was lost in the beauty of the Pure White Witch, staring blankly for several seconds before she realized, instinctively wiping her mouth. She gathered her spirits, seriously suspecting this was some kind of enchanting magic from another world.

No, I can’t look at her face anymore. I need to distract myself with something else. Her neck is so white, her chest is so big, her hands are so beautiful, her waist is super slim, and her legs are so long… No, no, I can’t look anymore!

Jiang Keke thought she was very immature. After all, she had seen countless beautiful girls on the Dazzling Stage, and she herself was a superstar praised by fans. How could she easily fall for someone else?

Under the skirt, this young lady’s Daniel in black stockings is…

"Bang."

The girl slapped her cheeks hard, trying to knock the junk out of her head. She glanced at her teammate, whose gaze was fixed on Pure White Witch’s face, and felt a strange sense of comfort in her heart.

It seemed she wasn’t the only one affected by the enchanting magic.

But that’s okay; this mature and steady senior in front of her would surely be able to make the right and wise judgment without being distracted by beauty!

In the next moment,

"I agree to let the Elven move to Tiffany’s backyard."

Little Sakura saw a familiar person and didn’t wait for Honey Qing to speak. She happily gave her answer, looking so eager that it shocked the little idols behind her, who regarded her as a reliable senior, and they felt hopeless about their future.

But…

To be honest, Lucy Tiffany is so cute, so pretty, and she’s a rich lady; she can’t be a bad person, right?

Thinking this way, the little idols felt that their senior was right to agree.

As for the other Elven, because the Second Princess had performed so well before, not many people openly questioned her, and they found themselves in a state of half doubt and half unease.

Of course, some elves trusted her very much, believing that the Second Princess must have her reasons for doing this.

Chu Yuanqing noticed this, her soft lips curling up slightly, and she said seriously:

"I will send the other puppets to help with the migration. If you need anything, just tell them. I will be waiting for you at Yves Saint Laurent."

It seemed that because there were others nearby, after she finished speaking, the projection disappeared.

Little Sakura was in a cheerful mood; she replenished Honey Qing’s energy and enthusiastically took on the duties of the Second Princess, announcing this news to the other elves and doing the foundational work.

This Heavenly Army was temporarily stationed under Chu Yuanqing’s orders, responsible for exterminating the nearby disaster beasts and using various large spells to change the terrain, preventing the further spread of pollution.

…

…

Winterfell, the City of Avignon.

Adjudicating Authority, the Court.

Charlotte’s exquisite and captivating face showed a hint of serious thought. Her fingertips brushed over the confidential letters piled like snowflakes on the table, and she glanced at the military information projected by Alchemy Crysta, lost in contemplation.

The information on the table was sent by agents of the Adjudicating Authority hidden across the continent, utilizing the Divine Messenger Barbet, which could easily break the speed of sound, along with various teleportation arrays, to relay the messages.

Even significant events happening on the fringes of the continent could be delivered to the Court’s table within 30 minutes thanks to this mature information system.

The information derived from this interactive information system and the Holy Sophon’s retrieval system, when confirmed with each other, showed no errors.

So…

This ridiculous situation was the harsh reality.

Today, there had been 17 instances of breaking taboos, involving blood sacrifices and even internal conflicts among dozens of races, causing widespread panic due to divine calamities. Except for the Quiet Ancient Forest where Kirimi Miyuki resided, all other places showed no signs of life.

In other words, there were the same number of gods outside the world, pushed by Disaster to desperately try to pierce through the protection of the Golden Sea, creating an epic catastrophe that shook the continent.

Right now, these areas were filled with swirling disaster auras that could not be eliminated, and some had even begun to evolve into forbidden zones, bearing the authority of the Calamity God, swelling the dark tide at an unbelievable speed.

If this rate continued, the enemy could flood the empire in just 10 days, reminiscent of a god using a great flood to instantly destroy the world.

"This shouldn’t happen; it’s too fast."

Charlotte understood Disaster very well; just like Chu Yuanqing said, it craved to completely drain a civilization of its potential, turning all its explosive possibilities into its own genetic information for optimization and expansion.

The reason the first playthrough instantly faced doom was that planetary consciousness did not connect with the Sea of Truth, leaving no "possibility" for Disaster to cling to.

The Calamity God also slept for many years because of the extraordinary emergence, as the blessing granted unlimited possibilities to civilizations, making it worth the wait.

Therefore, theoretically, such a dark tide should not erupt all at once.

This reaction was like someone had told Him in advance that there was nothing in this world worth holding onto.