Westminster Bank

At Isabella’s words, the faces of the Trial Takers from the Lancelot Family’s branch families changed drastically. This had always been a taboo subject within the Lancelot Family.

Freya’s expression instantly turned as cold as ice.

Isabella said coolly, "You’re not refuting it because what I said is true, right?"

"Baron Constantin is just a Bloodless. Breaking the engagement is breaking the engagement. Besides, what does my calling off the wedding have to do with you!"

Freya snorted coldly, apparently unwilling to get any more entangled with Isabella, and turned to leave with her people.

But Isabella blocked her path, laying her spear across Freya’s chest. "Apologies, Miss Freya, but did I say you could leave?"

Freya narrowed her eyes. "Are you provoking the Lancelot Family?"

"Provoking? No."

Isabella shook her head and, ignoring Baron’s attempts to dissuade her, removed her Silver Mask under the crowd’s unwavering gaze. Her cold and unparalleled beauty was exposed to the air, a stark contrast to Freya’s voluptuous charm.

"I’ve always been direct. When I say I’m going to rob someone, it doesn’t matter who it is..."

She tossed the mask into Baron’s arms. A Branding of bronze mixed with silver appeared on the back of her hand. A Dragon Claw gripped her spear, Dragon Scales covered her cheeks. "...they have to hand over their Dragon Scales!"

The spear swept out. Freya, caught off guard, vanished on the spot as a Crystal Stone on her Wizard Robe flashed. She reappeared a hundred meters away.

At that same moment, she began her Magic Chanting. The Magic Crystal at the tip of her Magic Staff shone brightly. Countless ice crystals materialized and floated by her side, like hailstones about to fall from the sky, and were instantly sculpted into sharp Ice Arrows by her chant.

The Trial Takers were already prepared. Well-trained, they moved to block Isabella, guarding against her ferocious yet elegant Beastification form.

Including the Black Iron Knight who was being chased earlier.

They were both Knights of the Lion Eye Knight Order and clansmen of the Lancelot Family, so they naturally moved to protect Freya.

The onlookers, including Baron, clearly hadn’t expected things to escalate so suddenly. Something felt off, but they couldn’t quite put their finger on it.

’But I get the feeling Isabella is vaguely trying to stand up for me, right?’

’And this version of Freya seems to be the fiery, hot-tempered one from the engagement party, completely different from how she was when I was eavesdropping. Don’t tell me the Lancelot Family has a history of schizophrenia like the Constantine Family?’

’I suddenly miss my past life. At a time like this, I could’ve just searched online: "Is it considered a battle royale when your ex-fiancée and your childhood friend start fighting?"’

"You think this handful of people can stop me? Pathetic!"

In just a few exchanges, Isabella, her eyes now the amber of a Dragon’s, broke through the Trial Takers’ blockade and flashed before Freya.

Faced with Isabella suddenly breaking through and appearing before her, Freya showed none of the fear typical of a Wizard confronted at close range. The necklace on her Wizard Robe lit up again, and she reappeared another hundred meters away.

But the sharp ice crystals she had condensed were left behind, perfectly positioned to surround the charging Isabella.

The corners of her rosy lips lifted into a slight smile. The chant was complete.

[Black Iron Magic: Ice]

Like thousands of sharp blades mounted on ballistae, the ice crystals rained down on Isabella at the center. Her light purple hair fluttered in the chilling air like a battle flag.

One could imagine the consequences of being hit even once. It would be like being chased by a swarm of millions of bees; get stung once, and the rest of the attacks would follow relentlessly.

To think that Freya, a mere Black Iron, had actually managed to out-scheme the peak-Bronze Isabella with Magic!

This was why a saying had always circulated among the Law Enforcers: If you can’t fight a Wizard in close combat, befriend them.

The combat power of a prepared Wizard fighting from a distance could not be measured by ordinary Tiers.

This was just a glimpse of how terrifying the Wizard class could be.

But then, everything paused. The sound of the wind, the sunlight, the falling blades of ice, the crowd’s gazes—it all stopped. The air suddenly fell silent, and people’s expressions froze as they witnessed the next scene unfold.

It was as if the orange glow of the evening sun had suddenly turned into a despairing tempest.

Isabella moved. But she didn’t attack the surrounding ice blades. Instead... she actually threw her crimson spear at Freya!

Instead of using her spear—her most familiar weapon—to sweep away the surrounding ice blades, she chose to counterattack, to trade injury for injury!

Is this woman a lunatic!

"Elder Sister!" Denero cried out in worry.

Isabella shot him a cold glance, and Denero immediately fell silent. At that exact moment, the ice crystals descended, engulfing her in an explosive CRASH.

The onlookers stared, eyes wide, at the beautiful figure swallowed by the ice shards, watching until even her purple hair, which had fluttered like a battle flag, was no longer visible, encased within a giant block of ice.

Before they could even be shocked that the eldest daughter of the Dragon Slayer Beowulf Family had been taken down by the second daughter of the Lancelot Family, everyone’s gaze followed the trajectory of the spear, which flew like a red comet.

The spear hurtled toward Freya, carrying a fierce, tyrannical, and bloodthirsty aura.

Freya’s hand went to the necklace on her chest, but her Spiritual Power was completely depleted from using Magic. The [Instant Body Necklace] could not be activated. She could not dodge this spear.

"Miss!" This time, it was the Trial Takers by her side who panicked.

The only difference between a Wizard with no Spiritual Power, caught at close range with no means to create distance, and a lamb to the slaughter is that the Wizard doesn’t bleat. One could imagine the consequences if Freya failed to dodge this spear.

The Lancelot Family Head was watching from just outside the banquet in the mountains. If Freya was injured, they, the members of the branch families, could forget about having an easy time.