Mellie was not buried.
She was properly placed on a meadow in the forest, surrounded by a sea of flowers. Although two years have passed, her body still hasn't decayed.
She lay there quietly, as if listening to the birds in the forest.
"After all this time, her body is still intact. Can she still wake up?"
"I have searched all over Britain, but I have not been able to find a doctor who can cure her - she is already dead, King of Sweden, and having unrealistic illusions will only cause more pain."
Ella said nothing more, just silently placed a bouquet of flowers in front of Mellie. Meili's current situation made her face become even more gloomy.
"Where else can we go?" Drague wiped away his tears and looked up at Ella.
Ella took a step and immediately felt a little unstable. She held on to a tree for support and held her heart with her other hand.
"It doesn't matter." She said, "There is another person. His words will definitely help us."
Antilia.
This legendary island was well known to pirates in the North Sea, but to Drague, who had been living in the Seven Hills Empire, he had never even heard of it. Although Ella has been there once, she can’t tell the specific location. They hovered on the sea for a whole day before finally landing on the island.
The sword master on the island of Antilia once saved Ella from Gregory's magic. This was also the last helper Ella could think of.
Many new wooden houses have been built on the island, but there are still some traces of being looted by the army.
Mistertin still locked himself in that low, windowless hut, meditating on something alone.
It has been more than two years. His hair has grown longer and the wrinkles on his forehead have deepened. Only the swords in front of him have been reduced from six two years ago to four.
——"I'm thinking about how the sword should cut off the spirit body?"
After Ella was brought in, Mistertin first said this to herself. Then, he opened his eyes and stared at the sword in front of him, and asked without raising his head: "Scipio, why did you come to me?"
"Sword Master, I want to ask for your help." Ella said, "An apostle named Yin Ben Xina invaded the Qiqiu Empire with the intention of resurrecting the Son of God. I wanted to stop him, but failed. If The resurrection of the Son of God will be a crisis for the entire continent. So, can you please..."
Mistertin interrupted Ella coldly: "Why didn't you come to me in the first place?"
Ella didn't know how to answer. Just listening to these words, Mistertin seemed to be blaming her for being late. But combined with the tone and demeanor of Mistertin's words, he seemed a little impatient.
She couldn't figure out what kind of medicine the sword master was selling in his gourd.
Mistertin asked the third question coldly: "You didn't come to me at first, why did you come to me now?"
Ella gritted her teeth and replied: "Because Yin Ben Xina is too strong. I simply can't defeat him."
"Is this the first time you know the power of an apostle today?"
Ella shook her head.
"I will not help you." Mistertin said, "Scipio, if you want to be recognized by me, you must follow your own path!"
"But!" Ella said anxiously, "Sword Master, how can we defeat such a powerful magician on our own?"
"You? Who are you? Who are you?"
After asking this question, Mistertin closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Ella thought blankly in the hut for a long time, not understanding the meaning of Mistertin's words. She asked aloud, but Mistertin showed no intention of opening her eyes. She had no choice but to turn around in despair, preparing to leave the hut.
But just after she stepped out of the room, Mistertin's voice came from the room behind her again:
"Scipio, which one do you think is stronger, sword or magic?"
Ella seemed to have seen a turning point and turned back abruptly. But to her disappointment, Mistertin still had her eyes closed and her head lowered as before, paying no attention to her appearance at all.
"Swords and magic, of course magic is stronger." Ella replied.
Regarding Ella's answer, Mistertin was noncommittal and just said:
"Scipio, you have to remember that there is not only one way. Follow your way, and one day you will become very powerful. And as for now - have you really tried your best?"
Mistertin waved his sleeves from a distance. With just a "whoosh" sound, the outward-opening door was sucked in and closed firmly.
Drague looked at Ella from a distance. She realized that the girl in front of her, who was desperately trying to look strong, was on the verge of collapse.
"Where else can we go?" she asked Ella again.
"Where to go?" Ella staggered a few steps forward, then suddenly fell to her knees and covered her cheek with her hands. "I have found everyone who can help. I can do anything. I’ve already done everything. I really can’t think of anything else to do!”
"In that case, let's go back. If we go back now, we can still fight Yin Ben Xina before the Son of God is resurrected."
Drague turned and walked away. Ella, who was already broken, could no longer be of any help.
"Drague, wait a moment..."
"Our lives are all bought by others. Since we can't find a capable helper, we have only two choices left." Drague stopped and turned his back to Ella and said, "One is to cherish us To save our lives, we need to avoid Yin Ben Xina, but once the Son of God is resurrected, we won’t be able to hide for long; one is to look at Dan’s life and death and seek revenge from Yin Ben Xina. I choose the latter option, what about you?”
——"I choose to win."
Drague turned around and was surprised to see that Ella, who had been on the verge of collapse just now, stood up again wiping tears during these few words.
"The Sword Master is right. I haven't tried my best yet. I still have a way to fight Yin Ben Xina. It's just because I'm too scared that I haven't wanted to think about it."
Ella looked at her palms. Beneath that skin ran the blood of her ancestors, her lineage.
"The Spear of Longinus, whether it is a curse or a holy weapon, it possesses powerful power. The 'Nature'-level Berengar can use it to fight against the 'Elf'-level Hestein. According to Paracelsus, it will have a better effect on believers of the Abrahamic Church. If the person holding the gun is Dragua, you may have a chance to defeat Yin Ben Sina. Although It is now in Berengar's hand, but according to the blood contract, the first person it is loyal to now...is me, Ella Cornelius Scipio."
"The Spear of Longinus?" Drague asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Then you still need to ask?" Ella clenched her hands that were shaking with fear, "There is no longer enough time to mobilize my army in Insteria. I can only rely on you and me to race against time to go to the Seven Hills Empire. Seize it from the capital!"
