A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 151 Departure

Jiang Shuzhou departed aboard an airship.

Before leaving, he gave Rosemary a letter and asked her to give it to Joan of Arc when she left.

Rosemary agreed, after all, she still needed to use the Mage Alliance's channels to obtain Abyssal Pus, and she couldn't possibly refuse.

The wind was extremely strong high in the sky, but Jiang Shuzhou stood on the deck without moving. No matter how strong the wind was, it was like a gentle breeze on his face, without any effect.

Without a doubt, Jiang Shuzhou was the biggest beneficiary of the war in Mahablay. He obtained the Abyss Cube, completed the research and development of the Mother Tree of Flesh and Blood, and created a marvel.

He earned a massive amount of contribution points, a fortune almost equal to his patent fees.

Of course, there are also loyal subordinates.

"My lord, it's getting cold, please put on another layer of clothing."

Chahara walked over with a piece of clothing in his hand.

"I'm not cold."

As an extraordinary being, Jiang Shuzhou was naturally not afraid of the cold.

"Here, take this one."

As he spoke, Jiang Shuzhou took out an assassin's robe that he had modified from his own robe and gave it to Chahara.

Then he looked down, towards Hamlet's territory, his own domain.

Golden wheat swayed in the wind, forming waves of wheat.

The hardworking farmers beamed with bright smiles.

This is the joy of a bountiful harvest.

In the distance, Pierre and a group of people were waiting for Jiang Shuzhou.

"Let's go home."

Jiang Shuzhou said to Chahara.

Hamlet, your lord has returned!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The situation in Mahabrahma was exceptionally good; the demonic corruption had been completely contained, thanks in no small part to Joan of Arc's contributions.

She was the only one who dared to directly deploy troops to the heavily polluted area.

But now, she has to leave.

The pollution has been cleared, so she has no reason to stay here.

"Lady Joan of Arc, this is what Master Navis asked me to give you."

Rosemary gave a letter to Joan of Arc.

Did that bastard give it to me?

Joan of Arc nodded without saying anything. She accepted the letter, mounted her horse, turned around, and rode away, taking the army of the All Saints' Alliance with her.

Upon returning to the Alliance of Saints, she met her teacher, Bishop Conno.

"Well, child, do you understand the path ahead now?"

"Teacher, I understand."

"Then tell me."

Justice does not require mercy.

"Haha, good, as expected of my most valued disciple."

"Go, child, I know you're tired. Go and rest. Don't overwork yourself, or you won't be able to dedicate yourself to the cause of justice."

"Yes, teacher, I will report to you later."

"No need to rush, it's fine to rest for a few more days."

Joan of Arc left.

In the silent room, Bishop Kono's voice sounded particularly harsh.

"Indeed, we still have to teach people through experience."

On Bishop Kono's desk, a modification to a troop mobilization order was quite noticeable.

Elite infantrymen were transformed into peasants, and professional officers were replaced with arrogant nobles; the only thing that remained unchanged was the paladin.

"Don't blame me for being ruthless, Joan of Arc. If you don't choose a side, you won't live to become a bishop."

Kono muttered to himself.

"Everything is God's arrangement."

Back in her room, Joan of Arc opened the letter.

"To my enemy Joan of Arc, as if we were meeting in person."

You might be wondering why I'm writing this letter to you?

Could it be that I've fallen for you?

Naturally not.

I must say, you are a good person, but good people often don't live long.

So I came here so that you can live longer.

I've come to raise new questions for you.

Is the God of Justice truly just?

Justice should not only be without mercy, but also without compromise. But look at how many of the followers of the god of justice compromise for various reasons.

Can they still be considered righteous?

I hope you can understand that justice has no mercy, nor does it compromise.

However, when you are still young and inexperienced, appropriate compromises are for the better implementation of justice in the future. I hope you will not forget this, and I hope you will always remember it.

What is justice?

What is justice?

—Your loyal enemy, Navis Lebo.

"What is justice...?"

"No compromise..."

Joan of Arc's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Yes, justice should not be compromised.

brush.

The flames engulfed the letter, turning it into black and white ash that drifted away.

Another letter remained inside the envelope.

"Pastor Joan of Arc?"

There was a knock on the door.

"I am here."

"I heard that the evil sorcerer gave you a letter?"

"Yes, I was just about to watch it."

Joan of Arc pointed to another letter in the envelope.

"If you don't mind, let's take a look together. Maybe it's something about teenage infatuation or something."

The speaker was not a paladin, but Joan of Arc's teacher, Corne.

"Of course."

A strange light flashed in Joan of Arc's eyes.

They then picked up the letter and began to read it.

"Nonsense!"

"nonsense!"

The letter contained absolutely no useful content; it was almost entirely filled with insults. After reading it for only a short while, the group of people all turned red with embarrassment.

Joan of Arc was still too young.

Looking at Joan of Arc, who was trembling slightly, Kono shook his head.

It's unbelievable that the enemy could make him so angry.

"Alright, everyone, go and get some rest."

Kono and the others then left.

"Justice requires no compromise."

Joan of Arc murmured to herself, and at the same time, she thought of Blake and her teacher.

"I will eliminate these malignant tumors one by one."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Wang Xuan's selection process has ended.

The position of crown prince will undoubtedly be held by the fourth prince, Midea.

Rosemary is safe now.

"My imperial sister!"

"Brother!"

Midtas and Rosemary embraced, both with tears in their eyes, seemingly very close.

"I've found out who instigated Father to send you to that godforsaken place, Mahabray! He and his entire family have been exterminated!"

"Little sister, I'm so sorry you had to go through all this."

It sounds nice, but it's nothing more than eliminating dissidents.

"Brother, I don't blame you. It's all those treacherous officials who misled Father, which is why we, brother and sister, have been separated for so long."

Midtas's joy became more genuine; now he could use these few words to eliminate another wave of suspects.

My little sister is so sensible.

"Don't worry, anyone who dares to mess with my sister? I'll make sure they die a horrible death!"

"Brother will avenge you!"

"elder brother!"

"younger sister!"

The two then embraced and wept bitterly, creating a very touching scene.

In a room that no one knew about except Rosemary.

A strange dagger emitted bursts of cold light, slowly drawing in the surrounding abyssal pus.

However, now is not the time for it to emerge from obscurity.

"Let's go, brother, let's go see Father."

"Walk."

The two walked hand in hand toward the palace.

The shadow of Mahablay has never faded.