London, Buckingham Palace.
Since arriving in England and reaching London yesterday, this was Fang Li's second time here.
However, compared to his first visit, Buckingham Palace's appearance had changed completely.
"Hiss..."
Smoke carrying a burnt stench continuously rose from within the palace.
A closer look revealed that one-third of the palace's right side—this palace that was practically a symbol of England—had collapsed, exposing its luxurious interior decorations and corridors. Rubble had spilled everywhere, making it resemble ruins.
This was the result of long-range bombardment from the Puritan Faction's fortress and fleet.
The Puritan Faction's long-range bombardment had not merely been used against the rotating blades formed from Cait Sith I's white residual matter. It had also relentlessly attacked this place.
Fang Li stepped onto the grounds of the half-destroyed palace.
The Enemy Detection Skill's response told Fang Li exactly where the enemy was.
Thus, Fang Li arrived at a courtyard in the center of the palace.
Besides extensive scorch marks and wisps of bluish smoke, white, incomprehensible remnants lay scattered throughout the area. Some had even pierced the turf and ground, while the space itself was covered in cracks like shattered glass, as though it were a healing wound.
Then, that princess stood among them.
"You came?"
Kerisha, dressed in a crimson ceremonial gown with leather sewn over its vital areas and holding an unsharpened ceremonial sword, turned around and looked at Fang Li.
There was neither frustration nor resentment in her eyes, not even regret. There was only an exhaustion that no one could see through.
As for the Angel's Power surging within the Cait Sith I in her hand, compared to when Fang Li had seen it yesterday, it had fallen to a level that could almost be called pitiful.
After all, in order to support the Knight