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"Sorry, I'll rest for a while..." As soon as she finished speaking, Gisela switched personalities with Su Beiming once again, and her purple eyes reappeared.

"Hiss!" Su Beiming gasped. The pain, like ants crawling in her veins, made her clutch her clothes tightly.

"That brat is actually enduring such excruciating pain all by herself." Su Beiming's affection for her grew even stronger when he thought of his carefree self.

"Who's there! Sneaking around outside like that." Su Beiming frowned slightly. Although her magical senses had severely deteriorated, she could still cover the area around the not-so-large tent.

"You're not going to answer, are you?" Su Beiming held onto the corner of the table, trying to pull out the sword that was placed to the side, but as soon as she stood up, she almost fell to the ground again.

"Tsk! Damn it!" This feeling of physical weakness was something Su Beiming, as a princess of the Ming Dynasty, had never experienced before.

“Your Highness, it is I.” Austin bowed his head and walked back into the tent, then knelt down before Gisela.

"Is there something you need?" Su Beiming braced his right hand on the corner of the table, straightened his back with difficulty, and looked at the Austrian general with a serious expression.

“Your Highness, your hair…” Austin had never seen Gisela like this before. To him, the young princess before him had undergone a complete transformation in both appearance and demeanor, as if she were a completely different person.

"This is none of your business. Why are you looking for me? What do you want?" Su Beiming narrowed his eyes, looking at the general next to another of his subordinates with displeasure.

Su Beiming had an influence on him; the other party had performed well in the previous battle.

“I forgot to take something when I left just now,” Austin said respectfully.

"Then just take it yourself." Su Beiming waved his hand, indicating that Austin could do as he pleased.

Austin looked up and secretly observed the princess out of the corner of his eye, as if confirming something.

"Keep your eyes shut, don't look at things you shouldn't see." Unfortunately, Su Beiming naturally saw through the other party's little tricks. As the true superior, he knew very well how to put pressure on him.

“Yes, sir.” Austin’s words were respectful, but as he approached Gisela, he suddenly pulled a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed it straight at Gisela’s heart.

Seeing the dagger thrusting towards her, Su Beiming instinctively fell to the ground behind her, simultaneously lifting the tabletop, hoping to use its thick wooden surface to block the fatal blow.

Austin, who had swung the dagger with all his might, had not expected that the princess in front of him could still move. Her dagger plunged into the table.

Seeing her opponent fail, Su Beiming raised her foot, took a deep breath, and with all her might, kicked the back of the small table, sending Austin and the table flying a considerable distance away. Perhaps because she wasn't wearing boots, and was only wearing stockings without any magical protection, Su Beiming experienced intense pain from her limbs for the first time in a hundred years, causing her to frown.

I never imagined kicking someone could hurt so much...

"Guards! Guards!" Su Beiming surveyed her surroundings, then moved toward the edge of the tent. Although she was naturally proud, she had no choice but to ask ordinary people for help. However, at this moment, any help was better than none.

But no matter how she called out, there seemed to be no response from outside.

Damn it! This must all be related to this man!

At this moment, Austin stood up and slammed the tabletop heavily on the ground, stepping on it with his right foot, and then pulled out his dagger.

"Your Highness! Enough! Stop your futile struggles. You were perfectly fine when I killed you before. What will you gain by wasting a few minutes like this?" Austin raised his dagger and walked step by step toward Su Beiming. What difference was there between killing a mage without magic power and killing countless heretical women?

"Those guards you're hoping for, my men sent them to meet God long ago." The man before him seemed to be showing off his composure during the hunt. He grabbed Su Beiming's right leg with his hand, dragged her in front of him, then lifted her up with one hand and slammed her heavily to the ground.

In terms of combat power, he was at least a first-level magic user, and even if he was considered a so-called "mortal," he was still among the top tier.

Gisela's body was not as strong as it used to be, and she seemed very fragile. When she hit the ground, Su Beiming also gasped. All she could feel now was her bones that were about to fall apart and her back that was throbbing with pain from the impact.

“Os...ton...you traitorous viper!” Su Beiming gritted her teeth, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the middle-aged man before her. An anger burned in her heart, and she seemed to see those former traitors.

“I don’t have a habit of torture, but Your Highness is quite a special one.” Austin crouched down and grabbed Su Beiming by the neck.

“You are very powerful. It might be a good thing for the Empire to keep you alive, but what then? While the Empire’s strength is important, maintaining the purity of the Imperial royal bloodline is even more important.” Austin first admired the princess’s beautiful face with a gentlemanly gaze, then his gaze suddenly shifted, revealing a cold killing intent as he fixed his eyes on the pair of fox ears on her head.

"What a pity, what a pity," Austin sighed to herself, raising her right hand as if to slash at Su Beiming's neck.

On the other side ————

Rita, who had been anxiously leaving the tent, was now stopped by two men wearing black masks.

"Miss, there's no need for a doctor anymore." The cloaked figure let out a grating laugh, his tone laced with absentmindedness. These seemingly meaningless words, to Rita, were a challenge to her loyalty and the feelings she held for His Highness.

"Oh? Is that so!" Rita's tone was icy. She used both hands to hold her long maid dress and slowly lifted it up. Even though it was late at night, the two men in black cloaks could still see the beautiful scenery in the firelight—the maid's beautiful legs and the alluring stockings that aroused their hormones.

Seeing the scene before him, a cloaked figure whistled a very provocative tune, clearly unaware that Rita was their Grim Reaper for the night…

PS1: Rita is in the dark!

Chapter 204 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter 65 You Know Nothing About Power (Seeking Votes)

Rita's skirt finally stopped at the top of her thighs, and what followed was no longer a scene that sparked endless imagination, but rather the pungent smell of blood emanating from her limbs that had been cut by a sharp object.

In that instant, Rita drew her magical dagger and charged towards the cloaked figures. One of them, who had been mocking Rita just a moment before, was cut in the artery before he could even react, collapsing to the ground bleeding profusely.

Seemingly aware of the danger, the other cloaked figure, without even checking on his companion's injuries, took the initiative to distance himself from Rita and picked up his magical dagger.

The two sides clashed rapidly. Their bodies, enhanced by magic, made them barely discernible except for the sparks from the metal colliding with each other.

The growing commotion attracted the attention of many soldiers nearby. Awakened by the sounds of battle, they grabbed their weapons, donned their uniforms, and rushed out of the tent.

In the field hospital —

Judy, who was sleeping in the field hospital, was suddenly awakened by the noise around her. After observing the familiar yet unfamiliar furnishings, she turned her head to the side and saw a dark-haired woman sitting in a chair in front of her reading a book.

"You're awake, Miss Judy." The woman in front of Judy closed her book, took off her glasses, and carefully wiped the frames with a cloth.

"Who are you?" Although Judy could identify the woman from her uniform, she had seen General Austin, a traitor, and even though the woman was wearing her own uniform, she still didn't dare to trust her easily.

“Me? My name is Tifa, Tifa von James von Lothelder. I was once Princess Sophie’s personal lady-in-waiting, but now I serve in Princess Gisela’s army.” Tifa felt quite sympathetic towards the unfortunate Miss Judy, and with this in mind, she spoke in a calm and gentle tone.

"You must be Lady Tifa!" Judy, disregarding her own recent recovery, stood up and grasped Tifa's hand.

"Yes, as you can see." Tifa hadn't expected the girl in front of her to be so excited; she simply nodded mechanically out of instinct as a form of confirmation.

“Auston is a traitor! Your Highness is in danger!” Judy grabbed Tifa’s shoulder, looking at the black-haired woman in front of her with a serious expression.

“Auston is a pure-blood, they want to kill His Highness. He also made a deal with the French, they will join forces to get rid of His Highness. The French promised to support His Highness Rudolf in inheriting the future throne!” Judy tried to tell Tifa everything she had heard that day.

“Miss Judy, please don’t joke around. If the timing is right, His Highness has just finished a banquet with the generals, including Austin. If General Austin is a traitor, then he knows you are still here, yet he dares to stay in the army without worrying about being exposed. Or, if I were him, my first priority would be to kill you to silence you. After all, it would be easier to deal with you than to deal with a powerful magic user, wouldn’t it?”

This wasn't just Tifa being stubborn; making such accusations against an Imperial general who had recently distinguished himself clearly required substantial evidence, and Judy had nothing to offer except her own testimony.

"Then where is His Highness!" Judy sighed and changed the subject.

"His Highness should still be in the tent."

"Does Your Highness have any magic-wielding guards?"

"Yes, His Highness's personal maid, Miss Rita, is by his side." Although Austin is a Level 1 Magician, his abilities are not as outstanding as Rita's. To give an analogy, if Rita and Austin both have 100 points in magic ability, the latter barely reaches 100 points, while Rita's maximum score is only 100 points.

Tifa was well aware of this, and even if the other party tried to sabotage things, Miss Rita would protect her.

“Miss Judy, there’s no need to worry too much. Princess Gisela is perfectly fine now…” Before Tifa could finish speaking, a soldier burst into the room.

"Lady Tifa! Something terrible has happened! Assassins have infiltrated! Lady Rita has already taken down two assassins and is trying to identify them!" the soldier reported breathlessly.

"Wait a minute, does that mean His Highness is no longer guarded?" Judy turned her gaze to the black-haired lady next to the wing 0 (8) Suizaki Sago.

"Oh no! There's a problem! Quickly gather the magic warriors' guards to help His Highness." Tifa frowned, then stood up, gave orders to the soldiers in front of her, grabbed her military cap from the table, and hurriedly walked outside.

Seeing Tifa leave, Judy quickly grabbed her military jacket and, dragging her battered body, followed closely behind.

Our gaze returns to the main tent—亻》尔*艺傘午崎;陸衫二月漪———

Austin swung his dagger down, aiming for Su Beiming's neck again. Unfortunately, Su Beiming had been using the terrain to his advantage, dodging his attacks. Now, Austin was not only helpless against the poisoned Su Beiming, but his arm was also scratched several times by Su Beiming's fingernails, and crimson blood dripped to the ground from the wounds.

"I told you not to resist, you damned vixen!" Enraged, Austin used his free left hand to punch Su Beiming. Although Su Beiming managed to block the punch, the pain still made him groan softly!

"Auston, you idiot! You know nothing about yourself or your power, yet you try to harm me. With your pathetic skills? Don't be ridiculous!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Die!" Austin increased the force of his right hand and threw another punch at Su Beiming, but the punch stopped in mid-air.

"Hmph! Three strikes and you're out!" Su Beiming sneered, and at some point, a ball of blue foxfire began to flicker at the tip of her right finger.

Realizing the danger, Austin looked terrified and tried to get away from Su Beiming. Then, his whole body was filled with a terrible burning sensation. They frantically took off their clothes and scratched their skin with their hands as if they were possessed, which was in stark contrast to their arrogant demeanor just now.

“What did you do to me, you monster?” Austin’s bloodshot eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him.

"Am I obliged to tell a dying man this?" Su Beiming used Gisela's cute and pretty face to put on a wicked expression. She slowly raised her right hand. Although her strength was weakened, even her ability to use magic power in a refined way was far superior to these European barbarians. After all, this was the amazing wisdom of a princess.

"You know nothing of power!"

At this moment, all that remained in Austin's eyes was fear—fear of the unknown.

PS1: Gisela can't always have someone else do her job. Although they are essentially the same person in the remake, she still needs to learn to grow.

Chapter 205 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter66 Fighting Against a Thousand Armies (ra!)

“Time’s up.” Su Beiming raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly in the air. Blue flames surged out from the inside of Austin’s skin. The scorching heat eventually ignited every hair on her body and carbonized and deformed every piece of skin. The sizzling smell of burning fat and the stench of burnt human flesh were all calmly displayed in front of Su Beiming at this moment.

"I will curse you, Gisela..." Austin's arrogant last words were not finished before his tongue was obviously burned away. Su Beiming had no interest in listening to the wailing and moaning that followed. She lay down on the ground, exhausted, staring blankly at the dome of the tent.

Even though the crisis had been averted, a new sense of unease returned. Before she could even confirm it, a huge explosion resounded throughout the entire military camp.

At that moment, tens of thousands of soldiers were instantly brought back to reality from their dreams, and their nerves, which had finally relaxed after half a month of fighting, were tense up all over again.

"What happened?" The soldiers, clutching their boots and uniforms that they hadn't even had time to put on, rushed anxiously out of their tents, all turning their gaze toward the direction from which the raging fire was taking place.

"Are they Italians? Or French?" the soldiers shouted anxiously. Amidst the fragmented chaos and noise, several more loud explosions reminded the Austrians once again that a new battle had begun.

At this moment, Major Maximilian, the commander of the camp's outer perimeter defense, solemnly directed his men to complete their assembly. He looked towards the direction of the burning fire not far away, where countless magical armors were rushing towards them across the dark plain.

The heavy magical armor dragged the metal boxes behind them, moving slowly. The shrieking sound of metal scraping against the ground and their enormous size were as terrifying as a black tsunami. Their surging momentum was like a huge storm that could crush any opponent in their way.

"Fear not, soldiers, prepare the explosives! For the Empire! For Her Highness the Princess!" Maximi, as a competent soldier, like most of the soldiers present, had long regarded Princess Gisela as his faith. Rather than calling upon His Majesty the Emperor in Vienna, they were more willing to fight for their princess.

Faith gave courage to mortals, enabling these ordinary soldiers to pick up their rifles and charge out of their fortifications towards the enemy's magical armor, even when facing an attack from Italian magical armor. One fell, another took his place, and the flashes from countless exploding explosives were enough to illuminate the entire battlefield.

Garibaldi frowned as she looked down from the air at the burning Austrian camp. Her troops were now mixed in with the Austrians, and the deafening shouts and gunfire shattered the peace and tranquility of the night.

Unlike the ordinary troops of the Kingdom of Sardinia, which had unified command, Garibaldi's Alpine Jaeger Legion had its own command system. Although it only had a few thousand men, it performed as if it had tens of thousands of men under her command.

However fierce the battle was, Garibaldi had no interest in it at this moment, because she was wide-eyed, searching for Misella's whereabouts, and of course, she didn't forget to check on the Austrian princess. After all, if asked what the greatest threat to her was in this Austrian army, she would answer without hesitation.

"Gisela Louise Marie, where are you now?" Garibaldi gripped her magic stone tightly, and once again charged her magic cannon. A bright beam of light pierced the night sky, and then she unleashed all her anger on the Austrians at her feet.

In the main camp —

Su Beiming struggled to his feet. Just then, Rita and Tifa rushed into the tent with their soldiers. They happened to see Austin burning to ashes nearby. The two pinched their noses, went to Gisela, knelt down, and helped her up.

"Who is attacking us?" Compared to his own physical condition, Su Beiming was clearly more concerned about the safety of the army, after all, this was another matter that he cared about most.

“It’s an Italian…” Tifa lowered her head and reported to Gisela with a serious expression.

"What is the scale?" Understanding the battle situation is a general's responsibility. Only by thinking calmly and making decisions can the army be led out of the predicament. Compared to hopeless self-panic, the former is obviously beneficial to the battle situation.

"Unable to confirm... They came from all directions, and the various units on the perimeter were attacked almost simultaneously. The opponents were in high spirits and fought bravely; they were clearly the elite of the Kingdom of Sardinia."

"Do they have a magic user in command?"

"Yes! Their commander is right above us now." As if in response to Tifa's words, another huge explosion rang out from not far away.

"Where is my magic armor?" Su Beiming was clearly prepared for battle.

“The usual place.” Judy nodded in understanding and said. At this moment, the medic also entered the tent, checked Gisela’s condition, and then gave her an injection to relieve the symptoms.

Although it would take time to fully recover his strength, Su Beiming did not want the guy above him to slaughter his troops at will.

So, about fifteen minutes later, Su Beiming stood up and ran towards the "Snow Fox".

"Your Highness, your health..." Rita's face was full of worry and heartache, and tears were already welling up in her eyes. After all, she felt very guilty for the prince's weak appearance after being poisoned, especially since she noticed that the prince's beautiful golden hair had turned silver again...

For some reason, when she looked at the princess before her this time, she could vaguely sense that her body, or rather her soul, seemed to be wavering slightly, as if it might disappear at any moment.

"Don't worry, Rita, there's no opponent I can't defeat." Su Beiming pulled Rita into her arms and then wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. It wasn't that she had any deep feelings for this maid; she was simply acting from Gisela's (or Lin Wei's) perspective, doing what she thought was the most natural thing to do.

"Your Highness, may the angel Michael protect you forever." Unlike the sentimental Rita, Tifa, along with most of the soldiers present, chose their angles to watch the princess walk onto the battlefield.

Standing to the side, Misella looked at Gisela with some apology. She hadn't expected Miss Garibaldi to make her entrance in this way. Although she had never given up her desire for victory, she felt uneasy this time, as if something big was about to happen...

Just then, a white light flashed across the sky and then slammed heavily onto the open ground where Su Beiming and the others were. The dust kicked up by the huge impact knocked them all down in an instant.

To answer the previous questions:

PS1: Firstly, there's the issue of Gisela's guards. Gisela is a magic user, so no matter how many guards you have, they won't be of much use in a real danger situation.

PS2: Secondly, Su Beiming's motivation for making the previous judgment was to block the news (she did not trust the soldiers outside). After all, there was only one magic user in the army. If Gisela had a problem, it would easily affect the situation at that time. Therefore, Gisela did not let anyone other than Rita go to find a doctor.

PS3: Thirdly, Gisela's condition affected Rita's judgment, and it's not surprising that her hands-on personality led her to make some less-than-ideal decisions at the time.

PS4: Fourthly, please don't be mean to me, I'm sorry (bows).

Chapter 206 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter 67 Garibaldi VS "Gisella" (Vote Requested)

As the smoke cleared, a woman with long brown hair stood in the center of the sunken and shattered ground, her sharp gaze fixed on the fox-eared girl before her.

“Giselle Louise Marie?” Her tone was icy. Beneath her seemingly young appearance, her eyes held a chilling and profound depth. Everyone present knew that she was a seasoned commander.

Of course, she didn't give Gisela any chance to answer, and instead leaped up, spinning her blade in the air as she slashed at Gisela.

Su Beiming roused his body and decisively raised Saint Stephen's Sword to parry. With the sparks generated by the metal colliding, the ground where Su Beiming stood immediately collapsed. It seemed that the side effects of the poison had not yet subsided. Su Beiming, who could usually easily block the slashes, had to kneel on one knee and rely on the strength of his hands for support.