After a roar, the firelight flashed, and the sky seemed to burn in its entirety, and it became more and more distant.

This is what Minerva saw after the explosion.

It seemed to have been bombarded by thrown bombs or shells, and the hastily opened barrier resisted most of the impact, but the two of them flew out anyway.

This was followed by another blow.

She later learned that the other party had more than one bomb, and the first explosion ignited the other bombs, causing an even more powerful second explosion.

This time, she didn't even have the strength to open the barrier, and was directly pushed to the bottom of the valley by the blast wind, and in the pain and impact, she lost consciousness and fell into the water, and was carried by the Rhine water and rushed into the distance, and her memory was interrupted.

Regaining consciousness again, he and Roland had been washed to the bank of the river, their clothes hanging on their bodies like rags, and Roland was still unconscious.

I don't know where I am, I don't know how to call for help, although the temperature and water temperature are not very low, but if you continue to take a cold shower after being injured, you will die sooner or later, and you must try your best to find a place to change your clothes.

When she tried to wake Roland, she found that Roland could only let out a slight, weak gasp. Covering the handsome face was a miserable white of extreme danger.

Looking closely at his body, it's easy to see why.

The same abrasions and bumps on Minerva's body, and burns and impact injuries on his back that Minerva did not have.

In the moment of the explosion, using his body to protect Minerva was a bit unbelievable, but it was something Roland would do.

Fool -

Muttered in his mouth because of surprise and shame. The girl's whole body trembled. She gritted her teeth and lifted Roland up with a float technique, staggering down the river.

Although the exact location is not yet known, it is undoubtedly a water system connected to the Rhine, and walking along the river beach will ensure a source of water, and the chances of discovering villages and towns will be greater.

This judgment was not wrong, and only half an hour later, the artificially built road appeared in front of me.

Minerva happily rushed onto the road only to find that the road was different from the one in her image.

Pitch black pavement covered with unknown materials. Flat and hard. There is a metal guardrail on the side of the roadbed. The most surprising thing is that there are a large number of street lights on the roads in such a wild country. How much money did the guy who built this road have, and even the road on the outskirts of Lüders was not so extravagantly equipped.

Continuing with doubts, a whole row of buildings appeared in front of me.

There are about a dozen bungalows, neatly arranged in a depression. Every house comes out of a mold. Bungalow. It is about 40~50 square meters, with a small courtyard. On the other side of the village, several warehouse-like buildings can be seen. Fields and barns are also available.

It's undoubtedly a village, but—

"Here...... What's going on?"

Minerva frowned at the monotonous layout of the houses and villages, which were too uniform and boring. Although the countryside was more or less the same in her eyes, the emphasis on consistency in the design in front of her was so oppressive that it reminded her of monasteries and prisons—equally gloomy and ugly.

Like it or not, I finally saw people. Halfway through the footsteps with joy and excitement, Minerva quickly flashed behind a large tree with the unconscious Roland.

Pressing his throbbing chest and listening carefully to the movements around him for a moment, his tense face poked out from behind the tree.

Connected to the vision extension are several soldiers, the Bear Soldiers.

How can there be orcs here!

She and Roland should have been swept downstream by the river, no matter how fierce the current is, or what has happened to the river recently, the mother goddess is above, and the two of them will never be washed away to the northern principality!

Minerva held her breath and took a closer look at the bear-clan soldiers.

The dress code is uniform, and there is a clear command system between the actions. Although the uniforms were very different from those of the principality army, she could not be mistaken, these orcs were trained soldiers.

Of course, the woolly bear in front of him looked extremely loose compared to the soldiers of Charlemagne's army and Titans, but no one expected the orc army to be disciplined. Loose, brutal, and brutal are the norm for them, especially the bear people, who have been massively raped, robbed, and slaughtered on a massive scale.

Minerva shuddered, horrific tales of bear soldiers and orc civilians lynching their captives swirling through her mind. She didn't want to verify the authenticity of these little things, and she didn't have time to wonder why there were orc soldiers here, so she began to move Roland cautiously, preparing to retreat. But at this moment, a more impactful scene appeared.

At first, she thought it was an orc village, and she couldn't believe her eyes when the men and women who could come out of the bungalow bowed to the bear soldiers in the most natural way.

The territory of the Principality was not devoid of human beings, and in order to have enough labor to cultivate the land, it had always been the traditional business of the Principality Army to take the population and serve as serfs. After gathering a large number of serfs, it was also common to build towns to meet the needs of life. But......

The inhabitants of the human race were humble and obedient, and the orc soldiers were distinctly arrogant. The two sides are not equal, but there is no such thing as a slave seeing a master, but it is a bit similar to the relationship between the common people and the petty bureaucrats. It doesn't look pleasing to the eye, and it's always more harmonious than the master's attitude towards the coated minions. In addition, those human beings were good-looking, and their clothes were not bad, and a few were even a little more upscale than the middle class of Lüddes. It is hard to imagine that serfs would have such a good standard of living.

When did the orcs change their temper and begin to adopt a policy of softness towards human serfs?

Attracted by this question, I forgot to run for a while, and at this moment, the last and greatest shock came.

A small cart without a horse pulls into the village, with a rounded shape reminiscent of a beetle. With the arrival of strange vehicles, the atmosphere in the village changes noticeably. The villagers stopped what they were doing and hurriedly stood against the wall, all taking off their hats and saluting the cart. The bear soldiers salute with wooden sticks.

The car drove to the fountain in the center of the village and stopped. A bear-like who looked a bit of identity stepped forward and opened the car door, black high-waisted leather shoes poked out of the door, and then stepped out of the car...... Pointy ears?!

Minerva covered her mouth and swallowed her surprise back.

She made a lot of assumptions, but the scene in front of her was not among the expected possible options. Not only her, but I am afraid that the vast majority of people in this world could not assume that the elves who disappeared more than ten years ago and were unanimously considered to be the administrators and rulers of this village.

This is ridiculous! I am not awake enough to come across a dream that is extremely ridiculous.

But the white-blond hair, the pointed ears in the shape of leaves, and the respectful attitude of orcs and humans. And the stinging pain from the wound was a reminder of Minerva. What is happening in front of you is neither an illusion nor a dream, but an uncompromising reality.

Even so-

The hand that grabbed the tree turned pale from the force, and the girl's face wrinkled.

Based on self-esteem and instinct. The situation in front of her made Minerva feel very uncomfortable. If it weren't out of place. She had already rushed down and corrected it with an iron fist.

This is almost inevitable, and if anyone unwittingly boasts of the great and radiant age of the kingdom of Gilmania, it is of course uncomfortable to be subsumed by the many intelligent descendants who were classified as "barbarians" at that time. As a royal family. It is also very unpleasant to watch one's subjects flatter the petty bureaucrats of different races.

In the end, since this village is run by elves, he can't call for help lightly.

Although it is impossible to pinpoint the details, it is undoubtedly a closed society with a self-contained system.

Groups that lack contact with the outside world are extremely wary of "foreign objects" that intrude into their sphere of influence, and when they judge that they cannot coexist with "foreign objects" no matter what, they will resolutely deal with them. And the person who judges "whether you can get along with it" is certainly not an outsider like Minerva.

The ancient traditional rules of engagement have largely been abandoned, but principalities and human nations are willing to abide by what remains. For example, the principle of treating high-ranking prisoners for ransom was inherited in its entirety—from the generals to the petty soldiers, they did not want to lose a large ransom because of the moment. Even in the bloody siege and defense of the Riga fortress, except for a few cold-blooded madmen, most of the musketeers of the two armies will subconsciously move the crosshair from the upper body to the lower body of the target when they see the high-ranking officers.

But elves are not glorious knights, not nobles, not even regular armies. The traditional rules of engagement are not binding on them in any way. According to classical books, it was the custom of pointy-eared heretics not to take prisoners.

One can imagine what kind of "categorical disposition" the pointy-eared heretics will take.

To sum up, it is not wise to rush into contact and ask for help.

So, she quietly took Roland away, and after finding a hiding cave in a forest to settle down, she was finally able to catch her breath.

Finding a place to stay doesn't mean things are getting better, and all kinds of problems follow.

As soon as he settled down and relaxed his body, his stomach immediately screamed uncontrollably, and an unprecedented hunger rushed up.

There was a time when he experienced hunger in Lundinium, but it was nothing compared to what he is doing now. Long-term drifting, using magic to carry Roland, and long-distance movement drastically deplete the body, and the hunger pang is amplified as a result.

Hunting was no stranger to Minerva, and it wasn't difficult to use magic to catch some birds and rabbits to satisfy her hunger, but she didn't know anything about cooking, didn't know how to clean up her prey, and didn't have spices at hand. At the same time, there is a fear that the smoke column from the fire will reveal its whereabouts. In the end, he could only do with a fireball, picking out the part that could still be eaten from the charred corpse, and swallowing it with a frown.

This stupid method is barely useful for her, but it is extremely dangerous for Roland, who is unconscious with a high fever, and it is simply his life to let him eat this kind of thing, which is extremely weak. In desperation, the dignified princess Charlemagne could only put aside her dignity and honor and "collect" food from the villagers to solve the problem.

Thanks to Minerva's efforts, Roland's physical condition also improved, and although he still did not wake up, his face was somewhat bloody. One qiē seems to be getting better.

However, this morning good fortune seems to have come to an end, and in the process of "requisitioning" bread, a villager discovers Minerva. Despite all her measures, the risk of discovery could no longer be ignored, and she decided to rush back to the hiding place as fast as possible to get Roland away.

Decisions were made quickly and actions were acted quickly, but they were not enough in the face of modern criminal investigation technology and means of communication.

Carrying a hot boy on her back, the girl was running through a birch forest, and from behind her came the barking of dogs and the sound of people. She looked back, and through the swaying grass, she saw a group of green creatures running in her direction. There was a piercing "buzzing" sound in the sky.

It was a nearby garrison, or something else, how fast they could move was completely unexpected, but what surprised Minerva even more: she couldn't use magic anymore.

The induction of Mana was completely cut off, as if all the Mana in the land had been drained - an anomaly that made Minerva tremble.

Without the help of miracles, she is just an ordinary, fragile girl, unable to escape the snare that surrounds her on all sides.

"Stand still!"

Black shadows skimmed the ground. There was a shout from behind him, in Charlemagne's words, shouting like a machine qì and metal, without any emotion.

"Stop the senseless resistance!"

"Stand still and don't move!!"

"Stand still!!"

In the blink of an eye, elven soldiers in green uniforms appeared in front of them, left and right, and all around them were pitch-black muzzles and indifferent eyes.

A gap parted the murderous human wall, and several elves dressed in long black robes stepped out.

The elf at the front was probably their head, and Minerva looked at each other carefully.

The gestures revealed that he was well educated and professionally trained, wearing a long, crisp trench coat, a gentle smile, a polite gesture, no smile in his eyes, and a cold and hard steel plate - the face of a technocratic bureaucrat.

With a false smile, the elf stood five paces away, bowed, and said:

"The third royal daughter of the Kingdom of Charlemagne, Her Royal Highness Minerva de Bourbon. ”

He speaks a bit slowly, but his articulation is quite accurate.

"On the orders of the Supreme Commander, I will come to greet His Highness, please go back with us. ”

The tone was calm, and the word "please" was used, but neither the speaker nor the other elves would accept Minerva's "no".

The encirclement narrowed further, and several other black-clothed elves reached into their arms, and the leader stepped forward and stretched out his hand to his thin shoulder.

"Hugh is rude!"

In an instant, Minerva's feelings that had been accumulated for several days erupted, and the leader removed his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

After a second or so, he showed his signature smile.

"Your Highness, please don't misunderstand, we have no ill intentions. Your Highness continues to have food, doctors, we have already prepared, please do not waste precious time. The mother goddess is above, and the petty official guarantees with his personality, and His Royal Highness and Young Master Roland will never be treated inappropriately. ”

Taking a breath, the girl lowered her gaze.

From the moment the other party called out her name, she knew that all the cards had been mastered, and when she said "doctor", the last bit of luck was gone.

Minerva didn't know how the elves had figured out about their situation, but they did, and there was no point in continuing to dwell on it. As a person who inherits the royal bloodline, as the other half of the marriage vows, even at this time, many things still have to be faced.

The magical armor with its wings spread out in the air slowly lowered in height, and the air currents that set off it blew through the body, and the emerald green eyes stared at the leading elf.

"I see what you mean, and I hope you will keep your promise. Don't forget, you vouched for your character in the name of the gods. ”

"Of course. ”

The security policeman nodded solemnly, the muzzles of the guns fell to the ground, and several men in white coats carried stretchers out of the bushes.

Watching the stretcher carrying Roland go away, Minerva took a step towards the forest at the urging of the black-clothed elf. (To be continued......)