The Vastness of Magical Destiny

The failure of Seringe’s team caused Zellin much regret, as the strength of their opponents seemed to be beyond expectations. Zellin was quite aware of the capabilities of the three people from Seringe and the magicians from the Mage Guild. His own Nirvana Knights and Mage Corps might be slightly stronger in terms of overall power, but in terms of individual strength, they each had their own advantages.

This perfect attack failed to succeed, and the three from Seringe seemed to have vanished without a trace, which puzzled Zellin. If the three really perished because of this, the Bohemians could only direct their anger at the Homer People. And if they were captured, that would present the Homer People with a difficult problem to deal with, as the prideful Bohemians would not accept humiliation from others, even if they were at fault; they wouldn’t tolerate outsiders pointing fingers.

But no news has come from the Bohemians in Poznan so far, as if nothing had happened, which worried Zellin. The magician who escaped had confirmed that the three from Seringe were unlikely to have gotten away, but whether they were dead or captured remained unknown.

It was precisely because the true situation was unknown that Zellin felt uneasy; he did not know what their opponents were considering. There had been no changes at the frontlines, so logically, if the opponents really were aware of the identities of Seringe’s people, they should suspect his involvement, but this silent, peculiar situation was most curious. What exactly were the opponents planning?

"What did you say? Homer People? The Homer People of the Kingdom of Nicosia?" The young man’s face showed utter surprise at the mention of the visitors from afar, "Hmm, there’s an ongoing civil war in Nicosia, aren’t the Homer People, Poznan People, and Galle People at war? Warren, I recall correctly, don’t I?"

"Your Highness, your memory serves you well, they are indeed the emissaries of that presumptuous Homer usurper, but they are Gisa People, Su’erma of the Gran family," Count Warren, a faithful and honest man, nodded, "It seems Prince Blamonte wants to win the heart of Princess Vero, hence his very clear stance."

"Hmph, neglecting the kingdom’s interests for personal gain, isn’t father going to intervene in this matter?" The young man was evidently displeased.

"Your Highness, before any concrete information is available, His Majesty will not express his opinion on such matters. After all, Prince Blamonte is already the Crown Prince, and at many times, His Majesty has to consider Prince Blamonte’s prestige. As long as it’s not too outrageous, I believe His Majesty would not overly interfere," Warren said, his eyes twinkling, showing he was not as mediocre as he seemed on the surface.