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After releasing the runes on her longsword, Fran also felt exhausted. The rapid casting of spells had taken a toll on her Mental Power.

Fortunately, she had achieved her goal. Now, as soon as Connor charged in, she would immediately activate the Blood of the Furnace and deliver a devastating blow.

Connor stood still, his face calm, because he knew that whatever he did now couldn't get any worse.

Connor's shoulder was no longer protected by armor, revealing a thick arm. There was a huge gap in his chest, and behind the gap was a deeper wound that was still bleeding.

He didn't launch an attack immediately because he understood that the timing of the attack was no longer important.

Given Fran's current condition and the ravaged Battlefield, the outcome is already quite clear.

Fran won't run, because no matter how high Fran runs, she can't outrun a second-tier knight.

So he didn't need to rush at all, but instead took his time to make all the preparations.

"Master, it seems this is your last resort. Now it's my turn."

He gazed at the longsword in Fran's hand, its runes now faded, and a mix of emotions stirred within him.

He had never seen such a weapon before, one that could unleash an attack even more powerful than First Order spell.

Regardless of how he acquired the longsword, he felt it was unlikely to reappear in such a short time.

If there were ten such longswords, and they all unleashed the same attack on him at once, he would probably die on the spot.

However, there is only one such weapon, and the current one is clearly in a cooling-off period.

And this longsword will be his; after killing Fran, he will take everything from Fran to make up for his loss.

etc...

Connor suddenly looked astonished, because he realized that if he killed Fran, just taking all the equipment Fran was currently displaying would be enough to make him a fortune.

This even exceeded all the expenses he had incurred since establishing the Knights Order, multiplying his initial investment several times over.

"You could have taken that token and let me go. Do you regret it now?"

Fran smiled, looked at Connor, and said those words.

At the same time, she realized the difference between Divination Art and the Star Gazing Art she used.

When using the Star Gazing Art, it seemed as if a strange force was propelling all the elements toward the scene she was seeing.

When Fran experiences the future she sees, she gains the power of Star Gazing Art to enhance herself and propel the development of that vision.

Divination Art, however, was quite different. In her Divination Art, she seemed to see only information from the future, and nothing else.

Even the scene she sees now is very different from what she saw before; the traces of magic alone are quite different from what she saw before.

Fran hadn't felt this when she buried Richter's body before, but now she clearly felt that no 'power' surged into her body when she experienced the visions she saw through the Divination Art.

Furthermore, when she used the [Lord of Radiance] rune on her longsword to attack, she could even control the direction of the attack, ensuring that it didn't hit Connor but only took down the knight behind him.

And this happened without any resistance, as if Fran could manipulate the outcome at will.

For the first time, she felt a little wary of the prophecies brought by Star Gazing Art. Although the spell had helped her a lot at first, after understanding its deeper workings, Fran had to be more cautious.

"Let's end this fight first." Fran suppressed most of her thoughts and focused on dealing with Connor's next attack.

Connor was deeply shocked by these words, and the expression on his face was far more terrifying than what Fran had seen with her Divination Art.

Connor picked up an ordinary iron sword from the ground and, facing Fran, rhythmically and deliberately uttered each word.

"Enough, mage, now it's time for you to accept your death."

Connor's face gradually returned to calm; he knew that whatever Fran did now would be futile.

Connor gripped his longsword and walked towards Fran step by step, his steps light, still outside the attack range of Fran's Blood of the Furnace.

Fran, however, was the first to be puzzled. Why did he say that instead of that other sentence?

In that instant, she remembered the question she had specifically asked beforehand, "Will the other person regret this?"

Was it this sentence that provoked him, causing him to behave this way?

Connor's feelings were incredibly complex. He thought of the Knights he had built with his own hands, which had been completely destroyed after such a drastic change.

However, in return, he received a fortune far greater than he had imagined.

Putting everything else aside, just the longsword in Fran's hand alone, he felt, was worth 300 Gold Coin just for selling it to his father for research.

He's even considering accepting his father's suggestion to abandon the knightly order, since it's practically defunct now anyway.

He could gain third-tier power by participating in a special experiment about knights through his father's recommendation.

At that moment, he noticed Fran's expression. It wasn't despair, nor was it a calm smile as she faced death; something was hidden beneath her expression.

Just as Connor was about to do something, he felt a suffocating surge of magical energy.

His pupils dilated, as if he had thought of something amidst the magical fluctuations.

This was a magical fluctuation far beyond his imagination, even surpassing the spells his father had cast, which seemed to confirm what Fran had said earlier.

"My mentor is a Fourth Order Mage."

He didn't believe it at the time, but now that he thinks about it, the only person who could give a Third-Order Spell Ring to his disciple is probably a Fourth Order Mage.

Otherwise, if Spell Ring with Third-Order Spell truly existed, why wouldn't a Third Order Mage use it himself?

At this moment, he felt that getting involved in this mission was a huge mistake, as he had actually encountered a disciple of a Fourth Order Mage.

Then, he suddenly remembered something, and in the last moments of his life, he mustered all his strength and said:

"There's a transmitter in the tent that's vital to my life, in a black package. Destroy it within ten minutes..."

This was left to him by his father, who said that if he died because of someone, his father could use the location provided by this transmitter to search for traces.

For a third-tier Astrology School mage, even the slightest trace can lead to a great deal of information.

Now, Connor didn't want his father to come, knowing that a Fourth Order Mage was definitely not someone his father could afford to offend.