The First Magic World War

Dobin, Yellow Bear, Gwen the Spotted Deer, and Bankcroft the Wind Wolf all gasped in unison, adopting a tone of skepticism mingled with a faint hope as they asked, "Commander, do you truly have a way to drive back this Sacred Order?"

Charles bellowed, "People of Silver Pigeon Fort! Lift up your heads and watch how I repel the Sacred Order of Southseraph!"

"This scene shall be etched forever in the annals of Silver Pigeon Fort."

"Dobin! What day is it today?"

Dobin replied blankly, "Monday."

Charles drew the Blood Rose, proudly pointing it towards the sky, and exclaimed, "Decades from now, you will all remember that Charles Meklen, on the Empire's payday, defeated the arch-enemy of Behemoth Duchy, the Sacred Order of Lady Southseraph!"

With a wave of his hand, the steward Dart brought up a box filled with "Ephemeral Blooms."

Donning the Ephemeral Blooms, Charles was surrounded by numerous delicate and swirling flowers, a riot of multicolored blossoms encircling him as he slowly rose into the air.

Mama Karen made a mischievous face and then disappeared, invisible to the eyes of anyone at Silver Pigeon Fort because she had never appeared before them.

In the next instant, Mama Karen materialized in front of the rugged, bushy-browed Sacred Order of Southseraph whose eyes were older than thirty.

The Sacred Order was slightly taken aback and exclaimed, "Dreamwalker!?"

A surge of fiery Fighting Spirit engulfed him, countering the dream-like powers of Mama Karen.

However, he could only ensure that he himself was not troubled by the dream, as neither the people of Silver Pigeon Fort nor those of Southseraph could see Mama Karen.

This was the Dreamwalker, always traversing within dreams.

Mama Karen softly spoke, "This strange sir, can you withdraw from this war?"

The middle-aged Sacred Order of Southseraph responded gravely, "I am fighting for Southseraph."

Mama Karen smiled gently and said, "So I only ask you to cease your assault on Silver Pigeon Fort."

The middle-aged Sacred Order of Southseraph flatly refused, "I refuse!"

"Let the battle commence!"

Mama Karen said indifferently, "I won't lay a hand on you, and I doubt you can find a Dreamwalker, but I will kill that young man."

The housekeeper pointed her finger at Cyrus, her tone no longer gentle but filled with a chilling mercilessness.

The middle-aged Sacred Order of Southseraph shouted fiercely, "I will also kill that young man." He stretched his hand towards Charles, who was still slowly floating in the air.

Mama Karen replied, "Very well!"

She vanished into thin air, and the middle-aged Sacred Order of Southseraph hastened his Fighting Spirit, sweeping fire across the sky in an attempt to find Mama Karen without success.

If it were a battle of one-on-one, even with control over dream powers, Mama Karen could not hide her spirituality from him, but if she stayed at a distance, the middle-aged Sacred Order of Southseraph was almost blind.

With Jonathan dead, the importance of Cyrus had surpassed everything else.

He was no ordinary Knight Commander like Charles; the middle-aged Sacred Order of Southseraph felt uneasy and hurriedly controlled his Fighting Spirit to return to Cyrus's side.

Charles had just levitated tens of meters when the middle-aged noble of the Sacred Order from South Serif turned and walked away, retreating back to the ranks of the South Serif Restoration Army.

No one saw Mama Karen, nor did anyone know why the middle-aged noble of the Sacred Order retreated. Everyone at Silver Pigeon Fort concluded that it was Charles's unparalleled courage that had repelled this invader from South Serif, and a thunderous cheer erupted throughout Silver Pigeon Fort.

Taoles, Philedrica, Dobin, Yellow Bear, Gwen the Spotted Deer, and Bankcroft the Wind Wolf couldn't figure out what was happening at all.

This just wasn't scientific!

Well, the Old Continent didn't have science, only Magic Alchemy.

In that moment, Charles's reputation, whether among the Westwind Knights or in the hearts of the residents of Silver Pigeon Fort, skyrocketed to an unbeatable extent. Everyone gazed up at his figure, surrounded by mystical flowers in mid-air, with respect and adoration.

At that moment, Silver Pigeon Fort was Charles's Silver Pigeon Fort.

Nothing could surpass the will of the people.

Hovering mid-air, Charles heaved a sigh of relief.

Although he knew Mama Karen would surely defend him from that middle-aged noble of the Sacred Order from South Serif, facing a Sacred Order was still a tremendous pressure, even more so than facing the Evil God.

After all, the first time he directly faced the Evil God, the real Charles Mecklen had died instantly, not even feeling the pressure; the second time his soul shattered...

The third time, the mysterious Blood Clan Evil God did nothing.

Charles slowly descended at Silver Pigeon Fort, not having risen very high in the first place, carefully collecting the mystical flowers and putting them back into the wooden box.

This levitation had cost him seventeen or eighteen mystical flowers; he was extremely heartbroken as it could affect the selling price.

Charles landed at the top of Silver Pigeon Fort; there was silence at the battlements. Once he had collected the mystical flowers, the loudest cheers yet erupted, and people kept shouting loudly, "Long live Commander Mecklen!"

This shout startled Charles, making him think, "Isn't that revealing my surname?"

He hurriedly looked back, only to see that the Restoration Army of South Serif was slowly retreating, growing farther and farther from Silver Pigeon Fort. The shouting from the battlements probably wouldn't be heard, and he was slightly relieved.

Just then, an idea transmitted from the diary in Charles's arms: Charles Mecklen has defeated the South Serif Restoration Army again, Silver Pigeon Fort maze-ification progress (4/18).

Before he could rejoice, a second idea transmitted from the diary: Charles Mecklen, acting as the temporary commander of Silver Pigeon Fort, has repelled Saint Vigo, and will receive a reward after the maze-ification.

Charles waited for a long time, but the damn diary didn't specify what kind of reward it would be.

He stood at the top of Silver Pigeon Fort for a good while, finally sure that Mama Karen was no longer going to appear. Reluctantly, he ordered the Westwind Knights and the Silver Pigeon Fort militia to rotate their guard shifts, and he himself returned to the Pigeon Fort.

At this moment, Saint Vigo's face sported a new scar, and he held the unconscious Cyrus in his arms, roaring furiously. He had not expected the old woman to execute dream manipulation so exquisitely, even with all his efforts, he still couldn't prevent Mama Karen from pulling Cyrus into a dream.

His body's Flame Fighting Spirit burned into the sky, and after a long time, this Holy Knight of South Serif managed to suppress his anger, bitterly saying, "I promise not to strike against Silver Pigeon Fort."

As soon as he spoke, Cyrus's eyelids twitched slightly, and he slowly came to.

Cyrus's eyes were initially confused, but he quickly became lucid. He struggled out of Saint Vigo's embrace and said to the air, "Madam, could you please give me a chance to duel with that person in a dream?"

"If you agree, I can have the South Serif Restoration Army temporarily retreat."