Super Seminary: Card Drawing and Power Up System

"According to your interpretation, it is not wrong. However, what I want to say most is that the fate of this world should not end like this. The hunting flying star will surely fall into the longest dark night."

Portio's answer to Bronya's question was the most official answer.

Bronya just smiled slightly.

"Since Mr. Poteo has given the answer, let's prepare to go and provide support."

"Support? No!!! There is no point in us going now. Our companions are already on their way. Even if the fire in our hearts burns out, it will only burn our bodies."

Poteo rejected Bronya's proposal. Of course, if this proposal was made before the hunting fire appeared, it would not be undesirable for him to go. However, at that time, he was firmly restrained by those damned little cuties. In this regard, Poteo felt helpless, but this helplessness soon disappeared with the wind.

Because now I have completed the stage that my good brothers have set for me. Now I just need to follow their footsteps and solve the problems in front of me.

As soon as the battle ended, Enesid enthusiastically reached out to Bronya, who had put away her spear and was communicating with Poteo:

"Hello, I'm Enesid."

"Well, hello, my name is Bronya Rand. You can just call me Bronya."

When Bronya saw Enesid extending her hand to her, she smiled and saluted, and then extended her hand to return the greeting. Sarayan, the personal guard knight guarding Enesid, looked at Enesid's behavior and did not stop her. On the contrary, he fully agreed with Enesid's behavior.

Enicide looked at Bronya who returned the gift and asked the question she wanted to know most with a smile on her face:

"I have a question, I wonder if you can explain it to me, Bronya?"

"What's the problem? If I knew, I would definitely tell you."

Bronya looked at Encil, who was also a leader, and did not hide the doubts in Encil's mouth at all.

Aeneshide thought about it, but when she saw the shining meteors gathering towards the strange male statue, she couldn't say the words that were about to come out of her throat. In order to reduce the embarrassment, Aeneshide sorted out her mood:

"That is, do we still have hope of survival? Can the angels really save us? Looking at the enemies that are like a tide, I also prayed devoutly to the angels during your battle, but no matter what, I did not get any response from the angels. Do you think that the angels representing justice have also abandoned us? Just like the gods believed in by the Barbarian Country abandoned its people?"

Bronya listened to Enicide's believer-like answer. Naturally, her silver eyes also glanced at the angel Yan hidden in the guards:

"Will the angels abandon you? I don't think so."

"why?"

When Enicide heard that the angel would not, she immediately looked at Bronya, and the questioning look in her eyes did not seem to be acting. Bronya placed her left hand on her chest and listened to the music brought by the robin using the energy of the same destiny. The light and prelude-filled voice slowly responded to Enicide's question, and at the end of the tone, she added the rangers who have this concept:

"Because angels have always been with you. Of course, now it's not just angels, but those who hold the concept of justice will also exist with you. Do you think I'm right, Mr. Portio?"

"It's really precious. As expected of the great guardian of the modern era, your statement is flawless. I can't find any fault with it."

There was nothing to criticize about Portio's question to Bronya. If Fengye were here, he would probably say, "How can you expect a crispy shark who calls Lunyin a wheelchair to be educated? You might as well go get a diploma yourself."

Yinzhi's eyes sparkled with surprise at Bronya's words, and her praise for the moment could be described as endless and overwhelming:

"Ah! As expected of a knight with a firm belief in purity and beauty, your actions are worthy of the smile of the pure and beautiful star goddess Idrila. At the same time, you have also successfully convinced me. In order to match your actions, please allow me to use the weight of a rose to preach the beauty of purity to you.

Beautiful Ms. Bronya, I feel a strong feast of beauty in your every move."

Bronya listened to Yinzhi's praises, and big question marks appeared on her head. Obviously, when Maple Leaf summoned the knights, Bronya, although she had also witnessed Yinzhi's praise skills to a certain extent, could not help but be surprised. Unexpectedly, she still underestimated the knight's ability to praise. In such a short time, he actually contributed so many lines.

Listening to Ginji's endless praise, Bronya looked at Ginji with a puzzled tone:

"Mr. Yinzhi, I think it's a little too early for you to praise us now. How can we stop before the crisis is over? So, Mr. Yinzhi, please join us in the battle before the snow and wind fade away, before the long night is dispelled, and before the dawn comes. We will abide by these arrangements and be ready to fight at any time."

After hearing what Bronya said, Yinzhi slowly stopped praising her and looked at Bronya with a very approving tone:

"Ms. Bronya is right. I was wrong. However, after this battle, please listen to the song of pure beauty and longing for freedom that we have prepared for you."

Sing praises for me?

When Bronya heard Yinzhi mention that she had prepared a song before leaving, the general meaning of the song came to her mind. But she still said what she didn't understand:

"Aren't you all going to leave after this battle? How did you discuss the preparations with the other two knights?"

"This girl is right. Not only is she curious, I am also extremely curious."

Potio was also a rare one to agree with Bronya's question about Silver Branch's music. As for Enesid, she was also very curious when she heard Silver Branch's music symbolizing freedom. Because in Enesid's impression, it seemed that there had never been a knight who learned skills other than fighting.

At least among the knights under his management, there had never been anyone who was both powerful and accomplished in literature.