id portal that led back to their reality.Their opinions were very unanimous; this covert mission absolutely must not be reported.As he was about to step into that swirling void mirror."By the way, Lan...Chapter 364: The Journey to the North of Rance Comes to an End.

The foundation layer of the Rock Intersection Station. {Updated chapters are the most complete and comprehensive, with content corrections being the most timely. Due to caching reasons, it is recommended to browse the official website}

Ranch silently led the way, a chain in his hand, the other end tightly shackled to the slender wrist of a woman.

They walked through the quiet stairwell, the metal of their handcuffs occasionally clinking in a rhythmic counterpoint to their steps.

The end of the passage was a ramp leading to a station platform bathed in sunlight.

Lan Qi narrowed her eyes slightly, while beside her, Xide's head drooped, making it difficult to see her expression.

Sunlight streamed through the glass canopy atop the platform, casting patches of golden light on the ground like scattered coins, occasionally disturbed by the footsteps of the two figures.

At this time, the passengers waiting on the platform were sparse. Some sat on benches, looking slightly uneasy, while others stood at the edge of the platform, gazing into the distance towards the tracks.

Before the two of them could fully stop, in the distance, a magical energy train at the end of the track roared in with a series of carriages already pulling into the station.

The car's gleaming metallic finish and reflections from the windows danced together, each carriage swiftly flashing by with the Protos Empire's insignia stamped across its side.

Lanche and Xide stood before the line drawn on the ground, waiting.

Until the train gradually slowed down and came to a smooth stop, the doors opened, and a faint wisp of transparent mist emanated from the carriage interior. The residual heat released by the mana regulator during its operation gradually dissipated.

Get in the car.

Lanche's voice was slightly cold as he ordered.

Next, even without Lynch using handcuffs to pull West, she naturally followed Lynch's pace and stepped into this carriage.

She remained silent, listening obediently like a doll. The passengers in the distance dared not glance over here, and it was hard to imagine what fate awaited this imprisoned girl.

Two people walked into the special compartment located at the rear of the mag-lev train.

Unlike other carriages ahead, this section is designed to be more robust and enclosed, boasting unique protective and covert qualities. Access to its interior space requires permission and request before entry by crew members.

As you stepped into the carriage, its internal space enveloped you, and the door behind slammed shut with a heavy metallic clang, echoing through the cavernous interior.

"Phew— time to clock out!"

Two people walked up to the seats and sat down, both seeming like they had just finished a tiring journey, leaning back in their chairs rather loosely.

Lance didn't want to move at all. He had been helping Asksan work all morning, it was really tiring.

When will this be untied

West Germany raised his right hand that rested on the armrest, unclasped the handcuffs, and a jingling sound rang out.

"Once the flight attendants bring lunch, we'll be able to figure it out. Just need to make sure the surface looks good."

No matter what they said, they were still officers performing their duty escorting prisoners. Until they switched trains and changed their appearance, they had to maintain their composure and avoid any slip-ups.

But here, the investigation into the northern regions of the Empire finally comes to an end. Now it's time to return to familiar Herlome in the capital.

"Oh, what a bumpy ride this has been."

Ranch seemed to recall the events of the past month, and sighed.

West Germany looked at him, saying nothing.

"It's been tough for me, you haven't even gotten hurt."

Finally, she could only give him a withering glance and look away.

This guy has come down the whole way without getting his clothes dirty at all.

Including when she was previously fighting the Ghost Clan on the snowfield, it was all her doing one by one. Lance was at the back, like a supervisor, not doing anything.

You said you would protect me, didn't you

Lance smiled naturally.

West Germany stared at his face, clearly thinking he was being a little pretentious and ready to give him a sarcastic remark. But after hesitating for a moment, she decided against it.

Such a natural smile, as if thanking her—thank you for protecting me so well.

"Geez, I'm glad you're not a girl, or else I'd totally make you my saint. You'd drive me crazy with all your tea!"

West Germany hung its head, letting out a defeated sigh with his left hand.

At first, she even thought, "If this person I like was a girl, it would be even better." Now, she only feels lucky that he's not a girl.

"So, what level have you recovered to now"

Lanche thought for a moment, then asked.

He saw that West Germany was no longer as weary as he had been on the snowfields, and seemed to be in much better spirits.

Around the fifth level, I estimate this is as far as I can go. The more I recover, the more I feel the restraints of the seal's power. It's like it's locking my state in place.

Siegfried's expression suddenly grew serious, and he replied.

In the Imperial City of Helrom, I can manage to defend myself, but compared to my former self, it's almost unimaginable how weak I am.

But if this seal were to be broken, I might become stronger than ever before.

She clenched her fist and muttered to herself.

This is a tribulation, but also a trial. What doesn't kill her will make her stronger.

However, seeing her like this, showing no signs of being discouraged at all, Lance's evaluation was ——

Please stop.

Lanche's eyes held a hint of pity.

If you were already strong enough to not get married, becoming even stronger would make it impossible to get married.

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“……”

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West Germany gritted his teeth, his fists trembling with anger.

If it weren't for the fact that the prisoner stood up and beat the silent saint beside him, possibly letting the people on the platform outside the window see, she would have almost made a move.

"Holy Child."

"Huh"

If you ever meet a woman who can read minds, run away, turn around and don't ask anything or think about anything.

"Why"

"There's probably no one else in the world who would cater to you like this."

West Germany's face was tight with suppressed anger, his teeth clenched as he spoke.

Despite reminding him several times, she always felt that he had a reckless streak. He either pushed his limits to the extreme and never backed down, or once he crashed, it would be a catastrophic disaster. She didn't want to go to the crematorium to claim her "holy child."

"Rest assured, telepathy, that top-tier psychic magic, even my most ambitious apprentice Zestilla wouldn't be able to master it in a few years."

Lance drew his finger across his palm, saying with absolute conviction,

No one understands the Demon Clan's talents better than I do.

Compared to humans, demons are still more likely to draw these epic-level spiritual magic spells through innate magical talent, however, in this world now, there are very few pureblood demons with such talent.

"……"

West Germany looked at Lance's confident appearance and didn't say anything more.

Zethira, the young girl, Sigrid had only ever seen her once, on the live projection of the monthly assessment day at the Protoss Royal Magic Academy. At that time, Sigrid was watching the Saint bring his students to the barracks belonging to her direct subordinate, Gloriaria.

Even if Zethira learns telepathy in the future, she won't pose any threat to Ranci, because she already deeply respects her teacher.

But if she ever met an old man, Sigrid wouldn't dare think about what would happen.

As a moment of temporary quiet fell between them, a series of clear announcements, rhythmic and formulaic, echoed through all the carriages, signaling the start of the journey.

The broadcast ended, and a slight tremor ran through the carriage. Afterward, the seats began to exert a gentle push.

Lan Chi's gaze pierced through the car window, fixed on the outside world.

At first, everything on the platform moved slowly. The signs and benches at the edge of the platform only glided by gradually, and sunlight left streaks of floating light on the glass windows.

The scenery outside the car window began to recede at a languid pace, gradually pulling away from them.

Across the platform, those passengers and station workers who were just within sight now gradually disappear into the back of the train.

Until a familiar figure once again came into his line of sight, his gaze crossed over the window glass to meet that of Miss Milfort, the younger daughter of the Earl of Milfort, who was waiting on the opposite platform for another train.

**Explanation:*** The original text was "I imagined."How did Talya become a figment of imagination"If she were really as amazing as I imagined her to be from childhood, she would have probably succeeded in restoring the country by now. Thin...