Attack

As dusk fell, the royal palace of the Kingdom of Stella was shrouded in darkness.

A tall figure was sent flying and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Useless trash! How could you let someone steal Dragon Cry so easily? Do you even know who the intruders are?" A fierce shout echoed in the empty hall.

A figure could be vaguely seen sitting on a throne in the shadows, looking down at Zaxue lying on the ground. Even though the face was not visible, a terrifying sense of oppression could be felt.

Animus, the Immortal Emperor of the Kingdom of Stella

Even the usually arrogant Zaxue had to hide his true nature and act extremely respectful when facing this emperor.

"Your Majesty, it was Fiore's mages who did it. But rest assured, as long as we use Lady Sonya's power, the enemy's location will be revealed immediately."

As Zaxue was speaking with his head down, he suddenly felt an invisible force gripping his throat tightly, lifting him up. The suffocating pain rendered him unable to utter a single word.

"Tsk," the emperor clicked his tongue impatiently on his throne, his eyes flashing with intense killing intent.

"Sonya is mine. Don't let her be put in danger because of the trouble you've caused."

The force binding Zaxue grew increasingly fierce, Zaxue his bones until they creaked and groaned. Only when Zaxue could no longer bear it and nearly fell unconscious did the force loosen, and the force was thrown to the ground.

Looking at Zaxue lying on the ground, his eyes filled with fear, the emperor remained outwardly expressionless, but inwardly he was quite satisfied. This way of punishing his subordinates was indeed very classy.

Four hundred years ago, someone used such mysterious and unpredictable methods, and even the mighty dragons that could dominate the heavens and earth had to submit to his power, daring not to act rashly in the slightest.

Although that person was once his enemy, it didn't stop Animus from worshipping that power. Although he could only barely imitate the basics, it was enough to intimidate Zaxue.

"Send out the Three Stars and retrieve Dragon Cry before dawn!" The emperor stood up, staring aggressively at Zaxue.

Having finally caught his breath, Zaxue quickly scrambled to his feet and knelt on one knee. "It is Your Majesty."

The emperor nodded slightly and slowly stepped down from the throne.

Moonlight streamed through the windows into the hall, gradually revealing the emperor's figure. Surprisingly, this emperor, whom Zaxue held in such awe, was actually a seemingly frail young girl.

The girl walked up to Zaxue, who was kneeling on the ground, too afraid to raise his head. She snorted coldly and then closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the icy killing intent in her eyes was gone, and she even looked around blankly.

"Huh, why has His Majesty suddenly disappeared again?" The girl sighed with some melancholy, then looked at Zaxue on the ground and quickly reached out to help him up. "Lord Zaxue, His Majesty has left. Please get up."

"Yes, Lady Sonya," Zaxue obediently stood up.

Sonya seemed to have an innate melancholic air about her, her brows always bearing a sad expression. She glanced at Zaxue but said nothing, and silently left the hall.

After he and she left, Zaxue finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the lingering pain in his body, and cursed under his breath through gritted teeth.

"Damn monster!"

"I'll kill anyone who makes me dress as a woman again!" Eleven ripped off the silver wig from his head, revealing his original smooth, dark gray short hair.

Eleven had changed back into men's clothing and was squatting by a small pool, washing her face and removing her makeup with a resentful expression.

I didn't feel anything when I was dressed as a woman, except for a cool sensation in my lower body.

But when he transformed back into a man, those embarrassing Memories of today flooded his mind like a torrent. Dressing as a woman, acting cute, even being stared up at by a large group of people—who knows what he went through today?

This is definitely a dark chapter in my history! I must have been blinded by greed to agree to such a ridiculous plan.

Damn it, it's all Erza's fault! If that girl hadn't been showing off all those weird clothes she bought, I wouldn't have gotten curious.

What the hell am I curious about?

Forget it, I'll just go back and beat Erza up right away, it's all her fault anyway.

"Achoo!"

"Hey Erza, what's wrong? Do you have a cold?"

Erza blew her nose with a tissue, then shook her head, somewhat confused. "I don't think so. I just suddenly felt a chill for some reason."

"That's just a cold, you should take some medicine."

"Hmm, so my training wasn't up to par after all. I'll have to double my training from now on."

Once again transformed into a handsome young man, Eleven rubbed his face vigorously, forcefully sealing away the fleeting, ethereal sensation of the woman in his mind.

When they came out, they found Jura and the others gathered together studying the Dragon Cry Magic Staff. However, after looking at it for a long time, they couldn't figure it out and put it away as an ordinary staff.

Eleven glanced deeply at the Dragon Cry embedded in the ground. He vaguely remembered the feeling when he first touched Dragon Cry. It was a terrible feeling. If his Godspeed, Eleven suspected he would have been swallowed by the darkness.

Although he didn't know why Jura didn't feel anything when they held it, Eleven had no intention of recklessly touching the Dragon Cry again, so he handed it over to Jura for safekeeping.

When Eleven approached, Uncle Jura was as friendly as ever. Bacchus also greeted Eleven by raising his gourd. Even Aria, who was usually the most sarcastic, was quiet at this moment.

Dragon Cry was brought out of the city by Eleven, and his abilities were recognized by everyone. Aria wouldn't normally be so obedient, but because his mistake almost put everyone in danger, and Bacchus had already been cursing and swearing at him for a while, he was currently in a state of self-isolation and naturally had no time to provoke Eleven.

"An overnight handsome guy mode created just for you restart"

Not long after Eleven appeared, he made another dazzling appearance, this time in his white suit, transforming from a sleazy, glittering transvestite back into a sleazy, glittering middle-aged man.

"Alright, now that everyone's ready, let's set off. I recommend we head back to Fiore tonight to avoid any unforeseen complications," Uncle Jura said, naturally ignoring the bizarre entrance that had just occurred. He stood up.

No one had any objections; they were all S-rank mages, so whether they slept or not didn't matter much. Except for Ichiya, who seemed to complain a few times, everyone else quickly got into travel mode and sped towards the port.

However, before they had run very far, Eleven sensed someone rapidly approaching them.

"Watch out, everyone! We've been spotted! The enemy is coming!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dark-skinned boy riding a ball burst out of the bushes, crashed headfirst into Eleven, and then vanished from everyone's sight while still on top of Eleven.