She Is Not a Witch

"It's decided, I want to switch to the Angel sequence."

One night ten years ago, at the family dinner table, Maggie said this to her father and family. The younger siblings looked at the older sister curiously, waiting for her explanation.

As an outstanding graduate of Emenas, Maggie has always been the envy and admiration of several younger siblings, and she is not like an ordinary noble girl who follows the crowd, but is a rare and powerful extraordinary person in the family.

After the world changed, the world reshuffled the cards, and many people also embarked on the path of practicing Transcendent Sequences. Some geniuses will progress faster than some predecessors because of their past experience and the advantage of being young. more adapted to this new era.

"Why don't you continue to practice the natural sequence?" the head of the family sitting at the top, that is, Maggie's father, asked.

He didn't object to such abrupt words from the beginning, but wanted to hear what this daughter thought.

"There are many natural sequence factions in the Eastern Realm, and there are many masters, and we have a close relationship with the elves, and we have many elves-related mystic arts. It will be very advantageous to practice the natural sequence." The father continued.

"Yes, I know, so I chose this way before."

Maggie nodded, she was a natural sequence genius when she was in school, and even fought against Xingliu at the Winter Festival Gala back then, although she was defeated with honor.

"It's just that now, I suddenly discovered that what we lack is not that kind of power." Maggie slowly talked about her insights over the years.

After the change of heaven and earth, the empire experienced three years of turmoil, the change of imperial power, high-level changes, uprisings, disasters and famines, etc., until now, it has only slightly settled down.

"Individual abilities are limited after all. A warrior with excellent sword skills is no match for ten farmers with pitchforks in their hands. The reason why human beings can defeat elves and become the overlord of the mainland is not due to individual strength."

"In these years, I have seen too much blind fear and panic, unrestrained tyranny, out-of-control animalism, and disorderly images." Maggie sighed and looked at the night scene outside the window.

"Although I recovered a little bit of strength quickly, I couldn't protect a few people. I had to rely on the protection of my family and my status as a nobleman."

After finishing speaking, she turned her gaze back, slowly cut the food on the plate, and then ate it in small bites.

"In fact, there is no shortage of outstanding geniuses in the Eastern Realm. I know quite a few of them, not to mention elves who are naturally talented."

"But everyone is still chasing their own goals and rarely unites. In such a wave of drastic changes, they can only protect themselves, let alone change the situation."

"I was also confused and pondered for a long time, until that day, when I walked into the only angel church in the city and looked at those people who were quietly queuing up under the angel statue and receiving food one by one, I suddenly realized the power of faith .”

"Selfishness and humanity with no support and no foothold can not make everyone trust and firm, but the legendary angel has such reassuring power, selfless dedication, and kind treatment."

"I used to think that believing in gods or angels was a foolish thing, but now it seems that something has changed." She continued.

"Most people's will is actually very fragile, which is difficult to change, and the power of cognition and knowledge, even if known, requires tempering and experience in order to be able to forge ahead."

"The gods may not exist, but I believe that such power is necessary, and people need a fulcrum to connect them together."

"I want to see such a stable and coordinated scene, such a consistent and powerful force, so I chose to switch to the angel sequence."

"So that's how it is..." Maggie's father responded slowly. He looked at his daughter. Although from his point of view, such an idea was ideal, he didn't want to interrupt it. .

Since my daughter has such an idea, why not support it a little bit, she has been so obedient since she was a child, this is also her rare idea of ​​following her own, but now she is an adult, far stronger than her father .

"Then you can follow your own ideas with peace of mind. Your father and family will always be your backing, and your younger brothers and sisters also believe in you."

"Thank you father." Maggie smiled happily, showing a smile that was about to cry.

Time passed leisurely, and time passed in a blink of an eye, and she also reached the point where she is today in the sequence of angels. The sequence from the angels is so handy, and the hymn that she personally improved and composed is so suitable for the thoughts in her heart, Ma Qi also devoutly stepped on the road in her mind step by step.

Although the nobles in the eastern region have different wills and the soldiers are not firm, it doesn't matter. The meaning of her existence lies in this. She wants to forge this loose union into an iron-cast group.

The black nun's robe fluttered high in the air, the thin silver chains hanging from her waist collided constantly, and the veil in front of her nose fell off in the strong wind, revealing the pair of blue eyes, in which the golden angel symbol slowly rotated, Light golden particle trails are left in the air.

As the black-clothed nun ascended to the sky, she slowly spread her hands and raised her head slightly. The clouds in the sky parted, and a ray of sunlight shone down on her forehead.

The brilliant golden light spots converged, and with the chant in her mouth, they gradually turned into clear symbols, engraved on the forehead, like three wings intersecting and converging, and the golden and light blue rays of light flowed in front of the forehead.

The blue flames spread from the cross sword in his hand. When Maggie held the long sword with the flames of heaven together, the wings woven by the magic power on the back also transformed into light blue flame wings, which were extremely wide.

She was originally a Sequence 7 who was almost perfect, but she actually gained a greater advancement in this fierce battle, and now she has become a real Angel Sequence 8, almost the apex of a mortal, the symbols and marks on her forehead are proof, symbolizing Its will and determination have overcome the test of chaos and approached the true strength.

However, she is not the only genius in this battle.

On the other side, Frocia was also standing in the air holding a sword. The armor on her body had already been broken, revealing the long skirt underneath, which was pure and flawless.

In these years, although she has lived a life of seclusion, she has not given up her pursuit of spirituality and strength. In other words, it is precisely because she has had the most noble status and her simple life now that she has a better understanding of the empire. The huge split, and the hidden truth in life.

"So many evil deeds, in the name of holiness, that beauty is no longer beauty, and people fall into confusion, fall into the predicament of confusion, lose faith, lose hope, and lose the future."

"If you firmly believe that you are right, then I have reasons to let you see the so-called truth."

The wings woven with pure white magic power were dyed with golden flames, and the pair of pupils also reflected the mark of standard rotation. Both of them were Transcendents of the Angelic Sequence, and they were both of the Sequence 8. They fought with each other and fought together. As for the illusion of fate.

Flaming wings fluttered in the sky, and the battle between the two left sparks and broken flames in the sky from time to time. The magnificent scene was so shocking that the battlefield of hundreds of thousands of people below was also eclipsed.

Everyone was paying attention to the battle in the sky, praying that the one on their side would win.

Another flash of sword light swept across, and the two flaming long swords collided with each other, stalemate.

Frocia stared at the figure similar to herself in front of her. The crossed sword she held together exerted all her strength, trembling slightly, and pressed the blade to the opposite side with difficulty, while Maggie also flapped the pair of wide wings, pushing the blade to the opposite side. Slowly press back to the center position of the two.

Separated again, staggered and swung their blades again, the wings of both sides also had broken gaps, and so on and on, the battle continued to advance in the most difficult direction.

Neither of them is the kind of person who will be easily swayed. It is just a delusion to defeat each other's beliefs by relying on words, and they have passed that kind of innocent and naive age, and they will not be modest in this critical moment of life and death. The rest of the competition , can only rely on the strength of both parties and the will to persevere.

Just like the tough and fierce battle on the battlefield below, the two are also fighting hard with all their strength. Gradually, gradually, the wings of the two are no longer brilliant, and the blades in their hands are no longer boiling with flames. It's a gap, almost broken.

After another staggering and slashing, the broken blade finally broke, and at this last moment, the broken sword in Frocia's hand also slashed across Maggie's graceful neck, bringing a **** light of astonishment.

The blue flame wings woven with magic power in the sky instantly dimmed and dissipated, and one of them also supported the falling figure that lost its strength.

Holding the body of the nun in black with both arms, Frocia slowly descended from the sky, while Maggie in her arms was pale. She looked at the gradually blurred sun in the sky, raised her hand tremblingly, and seemed to want to say These things, but the wound on her neck has made her unable to speak.

Slowly, her hand hangs down feebly, and the flowing symbols in her pupils gradually dissipate, and there is no focus anymore.

Then, her breathing gradually stopped and her body cooled down.

The balance of the battle was broken at this moment, the morale of the Landsworth family was greatly boosted, and the soldiers marched forward with shouts and cheers, and the boiling sound was like the waves of the sea.

"Frocia, the Silmarillion, Victory!"

"Frocia, the Silmarillion, Victory!"

"Frocia, the Silmarillion, Victory!"

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Under the turbulent shouting, the soldiers of the Eastern Border Coalition Army looked more and more desperate, lost their fighting spirit, and some people began to retreat and flee, and this trend was also spreading. After losing the core of the united people, the coalition forces that were originally scattered and scattered, the suppressed fear and timidity surged up again in their hearts. Many people panicked and began to think about things after the defeat, and the more they thought about such things, the more they panicked No more fighting spirit than before.

Stampede, scattered, chased, the situation on the battlefield was completely overturned, and the faces of the great nobles in the eastern region were pale, so they had to turn their horses around and fled in all directions.

A large number of flags and weapons were abandoned. When the collapse occurred, even the soldiers who wanted to continue to resist were affected, and lost their fighting spirit in an instant. They followed their companions and fled. They crowded and trampled on each other, disregarding the fact that they were comrades-in-arms who shared life and death not long ago, and now they only hated each other for blocking their way of escape.

After losing their fighting spirit, backbone, and command, the unbearable side of the coalition forces' mob was fully displayed, and they were no longer as strong and fearless as before.

Frocia, who stood up again, witnessed everything on the battlefield, not too happy in her heart, but a little sad, as if it was not Maggie who fell under her, but another dead self.

Both of them are the prostitutes of the great nobles in the Eastern Realm, and they have similar backgrounds and backgrounds. If the trajectory of fate changes slightly, their positions may be reversed today, and the same tragedy will be staged.

Frocia took a deep breath, calmed down the sadness that was surging in her heart, picked up the lance and flag thrown on the ground again, held them up high, gathered everyone's beliefs, and then rode forward.

Let's do our best to reduce such tragedies from happening.

Gathering the faith and will in her heart, she moved forward again, galloping in the strong wind.

In the third era, at the end of 1715, the Eastern Territory rebelled, and the coalition forces of the nobles attacked the Landsworth House, and then a battle broke out in the field between the two mountains. crushed.

Later, Frothea, the hidden daughter of the Landsworth family, appeared on the side of the battlefield as the leader. Beheaded on the spot, the morale of the coalition forces collapsed, they fled, trampled on countless casualties, and thus were defeated layer by layer.

In July of the following year, all the nobles in the eastern border surrendered and declared liberation, and there was no resistance to reform.

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New Rose Castle, Red Rose Palace.

The cyan stone pillars are wrapped with vines, and small, pale white flowers are attached and open on them.

A few white-clothed guards stood outside the courtyard. They had the coat of arms of the Dryas on their chests. A large number of garrisons here had been evacuated, and the nobles who were full before were gone, and they seemed much quieter.

Two blond women walked slowly in the garden of the former palace, talking about the past and the present.

"Long time no see, Frocia."

Evelyn was wearing a long crimson dress, and she and Frothea walked among the gravel slabs, occasionally stopping to watch the various flowers blooming in the garden.

"Yes, it's been a long time." The last time the two met was the crown prince's wedding, Evelyn, who was a princess, wished the couple together with everyone.

Frothea was still wearing a long dress with white background and gold embroidery, and her appearance was the same as when she was in Titania back then, time seemed to leave no trace on her body.

"Although I used to study in Emenas, I always said very little. Looking back now, I feel like I missed too much." Evelyn smiled and regretted when she thought of her proud self in the previous academy.

"Who would have expected so many things that happened later."

Frocia stopped in front of a swing, hesitated a little, and sat on it.

"Hehe, indeed~www.readwn.com~ But Frocia is still so beautiful." Evelyn said enviously, looking at the golden thread-like hair behind Frocia, and then Push the swing slowly.

The two slowly talked about the past, talking about the experiences of these years, until now.

"Now, I'm not the queen anymore, well, although I'm a little bit disappointed, I'm still happy overall, because I don't have to think about complicated politics and situations anymore, and I don't have to worry about my own safety and being controlled."

"I just hope that I can see sister Tesslin soon."

After playing around for a while, the two finally sat on the bench in the garden and watched the sunset in the distance until the purple clouds filled the sky and became soft and beautiful.

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