I will be crowned king

"Click - click - click -"

The crisp cracking sound made the shocked young knight's eyes widen. The "Freya Moses Field" in front of him was like an ice sculpture, and cracks were constantly opening, gradually spreading from the head to the whole body.

The elf girl's smile was reflected in her trembling pupils. She raised her tattered right hand, took light steps, and approached Louis, who was standing there blankly.

Every time he took a step, the soles of his feet, which seemed to be more fragile than glass, would hear a cracking sound that was extremely heartbreaking.

"Click - click - click -"

More and more fine ice particles continued to scatter, and soon, the index finger of her right hand, the corner of her skirt, her left eye... more than a dozen "ice layers" of various sizes were broken, revealing the inside.

It was a kind of skin that was as white and smooth as silk, with almost no wrinkles visible, so that one could directly see the flow of various bodily fluids in the body from the surface.

Although he was shocked and speechless, Louis was very convinced that this skin definitely did not belong to Freya!

"Crack——!"

Just when one person and one lamp was at a loss, the elf girl's head was completely shattered, followed by her neck, shoulders, chest, arms, waist, legs...

When "Freya" completely turned into broken ice, some kind of creature huddled under the solid ice finally suddenly protruded from inside.

It has an almost baby-like shape, but only the top of its head has dense, seaweed-like hair; its huge head directly occupies a quarter of its body, resulting in limbs so short that it is almost impossible to tell whether it has joints, including its hands. And the soles of the feet are also almost spherical in shape.

This monster, which was almost human but not human, slowly raised its head. Under its "eyes" and "nose" that were almost non-existent, it slowly opened its mouth that had no teeth but could be opened directly to the bottom of the ears, and said:

"Louis..."

Suddenly the young knight was horrified and his whole body trembled.

"What's this?!"

"I don't know!" William even trembled in his words and stammered:

"Uh... It should be that the natural laws that have eroded into Freya's body have become entangled with some of her deep consciousness, causing interference from the world to appear in the form of some... some kind of atavism... or a more primitive form of individual, Against her rapidly recovering field!”

"So you can assume that it is no different from the memories you defeated before. They are just some combination of nature...natural laws." William spoke faster and faster: "There is just something that needs attention! "

"Where?"

"You can't beat it!"

After the words fell, the young knight, who seemed to have heard something incredible, was stunned for a few seconds, and then frowned slightly: "But it is the culprit that caused Freya to be unable to wake up, right? Is there really no other way? ?”

"There is one kind."

"Oh, please speak!"

"Turn around, turn around, run, escape!"

William said it in one breath: "That is the power of natural law. It is the existence that all conjurers... no, should be the most feared by all spell casters. You can only set foot here now by relying on the power of spell casters. To describe it politely, It’s just something designed to kill you.”

"That...is the malice of this world!"

………………

"It's true, exactly what Thalia thought."

In the hotel room filled with flesh and blood, the girl sitting beside the bed showed a faint smile, as if she had gotten the dress she had admired for a long time.

Freya Moses Field, the life and death of a mere Iser elf is certainly not within her scope of consideration, but this elf may be one of the few Iser elves in the world whose bloodline is extremely pure and who has awakened the power of the true god.

Their innate talents are enough to directly suppress the power of natural laws, instead of being like spellcasters who need to control their own existence to avoid the influence from the world.

In other words, the malice at this time, which is almost fatal to the spellcasters, can be completely ignored by the Yser elves in most cases!

Even this time... He completely exhausted his own power and was taken advantage of by the laws of nature to enter the erosion field. If he was replaced by an ordinary blasphemous mage who could not advance for more than a hundred years, he would never end up in such an "easy" ending as just comatose; his body would collapse, his mind would collapse. Death is a normal phenomenon.

Of course, Freya's reckless behavior due to excitement is definitely not something that a blasphemous mage with normal mental and intellectual abilities can do.

But it is precisely because of this that it highlights how precious this opportunity is; allowing yourself to find ways to deal with the interference of natural laws without any risk.

Just by getting to this point, Thalia already felt that her trip was worthwhile.

But this is not enough. Facing the combination of "worldly malice" forces, Freya, whose domain has gradually recovered, seems to have the ability to fight; if she can really do it, the Yisel elf... This father said "Although A race that has shortcomings but is close to perfection may have more value than you imagine.

"Sure enough, dear Anson, I will never let his poor fiancée suffer." Thalia murmured to herself, her eyes mixed with pleasure and fascination fell on the man's cheek, which was originally just pale. The girl's eyes became more and more handsome:

"If you want to step into that sacred palace and realize the ambition of the evolution of all living things... Thalia alone cannot do it."

"We will enter together, pay homage to the remains of the true god, explore the truth from thousands of years ago, find a new way of evolution, and then... reach the ultimate sublimation!"

The girl lightly pursed her red lips, immersed in the infinite beauty of this moment.

……………………

"boom--!!!!"

Like a wave, pale snowflakes and solid ice spread rapidly from under the monster born from the "Elf Girl", turning the surroundings into a kingdom of ice and snow again at a speed visible to the naked eye; gravel, rubble, tower walls... whatever was frozen What it was, instantly shattered into ice and snow all over the ground.

Louis, who was carrying William, had no time to think and could only run fast with his back to the monster.

Although he still didn't understand what happened at this moment, one thing was clear, that is, as long as he came into contact with the other party's ice and snow, he would die.

Not only himself, Ansen Bach, but also Wilhelm Gottfried, who has been transformed into a lantern, will die.

This is not a force that they can confront or even compete with now!

"What should Freya do?" The running young knight frowned slightly:

"Since it is the culprit, wouldn't it be dangerous if it is allowed to wreak havoc in Freya's spiritual realm?"

"I really want to tell you that it's something we can't control, but it seems meaningless!" William's voice sounded a little broken:

"So the only way is to awaken her consciousness and let Her Majesty Freya take back the power that belongs to her; now that the laws of nature have given up encroaching on her domain and instead gathered together, it proves that it has awakened Freya's consciousness. There is fear in this matter, in other words..."

"Freya is about to wake up?!" Louis blurted out.

"Your Excellency is wise!" William flattered him in a very rare way, his excited voice seemed like he wanted to applaud - but now he was just a lantern.

But at this moment, the young knight suddenly stopped escaping and chose to face the monster instead. William, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly lost his mind:

"What are you doing?!"

"Do what a knight should do." Louis' expression was calm and resolute, with no trace of panic anymore:

"Since the other party is afraid that Freya is about to wake up, the only thing I can do now is to divert the other party's attention and buy as much time as possible for Freya."

As he finished speaking, he hung the lantern that William had transformed into around his waist again, and pulled out the damaged long knife again.

William, who fell silent again, couldn't help but let out a long sigh:

"I'm just a scientist..."

The pale ice and snow rushed towards him, and Louis decisively threw himself towards a wall that had just been frozen in front of him, trying to use the method he used to fight against the Elf King to continuously close the distance between him and the monster, and focus all the opponent's attention on it. On oneself.

But the result was not what he expected. Even if the cold was blocked by the wall, it was still enough to cause damage... His right hand, which was not covered by the light of the lantern and was waving the long knife, was soon covered with a thin layer of frost.

Louis, who instantly lost the feeling in his right hand, remained calm. He silently grabbed the gap in the collapse of the "ice wall" and rushed towards the monster. At the same time, he pulled out the revolver from behind his waist and pulled the trigger forward.

Amid the whistling of the cold wind, the translucent lead bullet gradually left traces in the air. The hot lead bullet turned cold, and finally turned into a snowball and disappeared silently.

"Twenty meters!"

William shouted loudly: "No matter what you want to do, you can't get closer than twenty meters to it!"

"clear!"

Louis' expression gradually became solemn, and he kicked his legs, which were already extremely sore, from where he was to the high wall of the palace; he rushed towards the monster along the wall that had not yet collapsed.

The monster that had been releasing ice and snow suddenly paused, and finally noticed the figure that had originally escaped but now suddenly approached him.

"Louis..."

The grin reached to the ears, and the toothless lips made a voice that resembled that of an elf girl; in an instant, the high wall where the young knight was standing was completely frozen, and then collapsed.

Seizing the last second before the collapse, Louis jumped up and instinctively raised his long knife and swung it down in the direction of the monster.

Then...a translucent stream of water vapor emerged in the air, whizzing towards the monster's head.

"Snapped--!"

Still within the 20 meters that was about to approach, the water vapor condensed into solid ice and shattered into thousands of crystals in mid-air.

Louis was stunned when he landed. If he remembered correctly, the power of his bloodline should not be used in Freya's spiritual realm, but this...could it be said...

"Anson?!"

The young knight turned his head and looked with surprise. His best friend who had split up had appeared behind him at some point, manipulating the smoke lingering around to restore the wall palace that had just been destroyed by the monster's ice seal to its original state.

Outside the palace, the entire Royal Court of Yser has been engulfed in a sea of ​​flames; even though there is a wall between them, Louis, who was originally trembling from the cold, found that his right hand began to regain consciousness.

Although he didn't understand the principle, his instinct told him that this was a good thing. It should be that Freya's consciousness was awakening quickly.

With the help of the "smoke wall", the ice mist released by the monster seemed to be delayed to a certain extent; taking advantage of this gap, Anson, who ran all the way, came to the young knight panting.

"Five minutes, only five minutes!" Without giving Louis time to ask, he directly interrupted:

"I have opened the domain. You can now use the power of your bloodline at will, but it will corrode and affect Freya's law over time; so we can only persist for five minutes. If we exceed this time, we must retreat!"

The young knight's expression changed, but he finally regained his original perseverance: "I understand."

Immediately afterwards, he rushed towards the monster again at a speed exceeding normal human speed.

Looking at the original "elf" who was filled with the world's malice, Anson sighed with a complicated expression and stood motionless.

It's not because he doesn't want to, but because he can't; if you look closely, you can even see a faint blue transparent ring under his feet, used to restrict movement.

Curse magic, [Nine Palaces Chessboard].

This is another magic that Anson learned from the "Great Magic Book". The effect is to create a field within the casting range, and everyone acts in a turn-based manner according to certain rules.

The so-called "turn system" means that when someone within the domain is acting and does not stop acting, no one else can act - of course, except for those who cannot act.

The reason why this spell is used is that in addition to using the rules to temporarily give Louis the power of blood and suppress the actions of the monster wearing elf skin, the most important reason is that it will not affect Freya's spiritual field. It won't do any harm to her laws.

This is also the reason why Anson has always been restrained throughout the battle - as a curse mage, the field of law accounts for almost 80% of his abilities, but he cannot use it easily.

"Oh, who told you that doing this would cause harm to me?"

At this moment, a slightly dissatisfied voice suddenly sounded over the burning royal court: "A mere heretic, he just stole some power from the true god and became proud."

The familiar voice made Anson jump out of his skin.

Louis, who was still fighting with the monster, raised his head in surprise and looked at the dark cloudy sky:

"Flea?!"

Before he finished speaking, the lantern hanging on his waist - Wilhelm Gottfried - suddenly shook violently, broke free and fell to the ground; a weak candlelight poured out from the broken lantern, outlines on the ground The magic circle composed of three runes sucked Louis and Anson into it at the same time.

The moment the two disappeared, flames fell from the sky.