The Legendary Ending, Part Two (Continued)

That's why I strictly require my apprentices to absolutely refrain from gesturing wildly while casting spells!

I leaned against the railing and heard stones clattering against the banshee's crinoline. She explained that the crinoline was made of steel bones produced by the dwarves, and the fabric was woven from snow spider silk from the ancient northern kingdom. Its magic resistance was comparable to a high-level mage's shield, and it was one of the accessories that my teacher had provided for the choir uniforms.

--This amazed me, because the two raw materials she mentioned are basically not used by civilians in modern times. The fine steel used by the dwarves is used to manufacture large machinery, military equipment, or precision instruments. How could they possibly buy a lot of it to make petticoats!

The succubus also showed me the runes my teacher had personally inscribed on her petticoat...

But she regretted it after showing it to me, because... because I wanted to steal the research...

... No, I really didn't bully the succubus who made me cry... Sigh... Don't cry, I won't steal your dress... Okay, okay, I'll buy you all the new dresses you want, alright?

... well...

Through the Mental Link, I could see that Mel was still engaged in fierce combat high in the sky, fighting against the dragon Xuesang. There was a vacuum zone of almost one kilometer around them, and neither side's aircraft dared to approach. This was because neither the dragon's Frost breath nor the various Black Magic thrown by Mel could distinguish friend from foe; they were all area-of-effect spells. So even the reporters didn't dare to get close.

Mel was moving gracefully close to Xuesang's body. Because the dragon was so large, it could inflict terrible damage if it were to fight an entire army. But it was dealing with a mage, and only one, and so small that it wasn't even as big as its claws. So Xuesang could hardly launch any effective attacks against Mel and was essentially fighting a war of attrition.

"Don't come up." Mel, who had guessed my intention before I even showed it, said, "Xipei, you've exhausted yourself. I can handle it myself."

I hesitated for a moment, then leaned back against the railing without forcing myself, but my mind was still focused on Mel.

Mel's situation wasn't as easy as he made it out to be. Compared to Mel, Xuesang was unrestrained and actively attacked the city to divert everyone's attention. Mel even had to spend energy intercepting the magic thrown to the ground. Mel's Black Magic had to be much more careful. When Xuesang realized he couldn't hurt Mel, he simply started charging around, crashing into tall buildings. Mel had to stop him, and like me, he used Mage Hand.

I saw that Mel was focused at that moment. His eyes were bright and dazzling, no longer a clear blue, but covered with a dazzling silver light, which made it almost impossible for me to look away. He raised his hand and grabbed Xuesang's tail with all his might.

Xuesang struggled to swing her long tail, trying to fling Mel away or make her fall onto a building, which made my heart clench with anxiety.

"Ciprins... Ciprins!"

I turned around and saw Reynold slamming his hands on the ground, yelling at me angrily, "What are you spacing out for again?!"

"Huh?" I replied blankly.

"Run! The building is about to collapse!" Reynold pounded the ground, looking hysterical. I noticed then that Reynold's head was covered in dust and plaster, and his expression was contorted. For some reason, an image of an alpaca kicking flashed into my mind.

But...

I couldn't help but laugh and shook my head, "Seriously? You guys all made plans for today?"

Reynold's face gleamed red beneath the dust as he stiffened his neck and said, "I am the Speaker of the Federation. It is my honor to serve the Federation, but this honor does not belong to you. You should... you should stand cleanly in your laboratory and do some wicked... uh, some profound experiments, striving for the advancement of scholarship!"

Pfft... I almost burst out laughing, okay? Reynold, don't you think what you said was incredibly awkward, like a forced, positive propaganda video from the evening news? Or is it that kind of... that kind of propaganda video that makes you feel like a million slimes are crawling all over you... that's the kind of dialogue you wrote, Reynold?

I glared at him sternly. "I'll take you with me."

"..." Reynold opened his mouth, and I felt that he might have something to say. Then, I saw him smile. Although he was dirty now, he was still very handsome when he smiled. No wonder he had a large group of fans who admired his looks.

I think Reynold finally decided what to say, because his expression became unusually cheerful, which is quite rare for him. He usually has a stern face and acts very dignified. I've only seen him smile like this, like a silly, sunny young man, when he agreed to date me.

He took a deep breath, but I felt I didn't want to hear his long-winded explanation anymore. These politicians are too good with words, so I spoke first, saying, "You don't need to apologize anymore. I really haven't been angry with you at all, and I don't hold a grudge. That's absolutely true, I'm not lying to you. So, can't you be a little more magnanimous and not bring it up again? I only slept with you for a few years, is that something to make you hold a grudge? But think about it, I didn't force you. It was your own choice in the first place. If you keep bringing it up, people will think I did something unforgivable to you!"

Reynold choked on his own saliva, pounding his chest and covering his eyes.

He coughed as he spoke, "Cough cough... west... cough cough, you weren't coughing like this before!"

I found his disheveled appearance extremely funny.

He kept waving his hands, then finally caught his breath. He looked up at me again, and I finally met his gaze. He was no longer timidly avoiding me. After so long, Reynold was finally able to calmly say to me, "You should go out now, Ciprins. This place could collapse at any moment. You've been fighting for a long time and need to rest."

Hmm... that makes sense.

I nodded, glanced at my phone, and then nodded back to Reynold: "Okay, I'm heading out now. Take care."

Reynold smiled nonchalantly and nodded. "Well, goodbye."

"I don't think I'll see you for at least a week," I said to myself, leaving Reynold, who was engrossed in striking a heroic pose, behind. I went to the safe area outside with the Banshee, and then I saw a dark shadow dart in with a whoosh—it really did make a whooshing sound! Several armed police officers were blown down by the wind!

--Wow, Ms. Crow, you don't have to be so... well... right? Reynold is injured, please be gentle!

I turned my attention back to the sky, and around that moment, Mel suddenly looked down at me. I felt his gaze, and at the same time, through our Mental Link, I sensed that his emotions had become unusually jubilant.

Then...

Wow!!!

Everyone screamed—and I was one of them!

Because--

Behind Mel, behind Mel —a mage tower appeared behind Mel!

A mage tower!

A mage tower flying in the air, still swaying!

Not to mention the general public, I was stunned! A whole string of exclamation marks floated through my mind.

My Mage Eye saw Mel spread his arms and slowly descend to the side of the tower—yes, that was our tower (because the first spiritual energy received by this tower was Mel's, so Mel still managed to bypass my perception and sneak around doing some tricks, but I didn't expect him to be able to move the tower over here!). The tower flew horizontally in the sky like a cannonball, while Mel stood proudly on the flat ground formed by the tower wall, the wind blowing his long robes fluttering in the air, his light-colored long hair spreading wildly, exuding an arrogant aura.

He stood there, his voice not loud, but I felt that not only I, but everyone present could hear him. He asked in a mocking tone, "As a descendant protected by the Radiant Dragon, why have you abandoned the pride of the sky and ice, degenerating into cannon fodder for Machine Zealots to realize their unrealistic fantasies?"