Princess's Struggle for Survival-Chapter 296: Who is author?

Tonight has been filled with too many events, and Lyra is slightly overwhelmed. Since returning to the inn, she has remained silent, constantly digesting everything she has seen and heard in the past hour.

The spell chanted by Princess Astrid within the defensive barrier was different from any common magical beast incantation she had learned.

The unfamiliar tone and unique chanting style even made her feel that it did not belong to the currently known magic system.

Using that strange language... how exactly was the magic released...

This special chant and the somewhat familiar aura on Brennild triggered some of Lyra’s past memories. She recalled the independent barrier at the Jones Farm, where Astrid seemed to have chanted a similar magical spell. However, at that time, her attention was entirely focused on survival and she did not pay close attention to it.

Princess Astrid must know some kind of mysterious incantation and does not want others to know about it. Otherwise, in practical combat, she could have already defeated most students with it.

Those ice-based spells that she absolutely could not withstand were the best evidence.

Hearing Lyra say this, Astrid narrowed her eyes with interest, her fingers resting on her knees, her long, beautiful legs crossed, gently rubbing against each other, producing a pleasant sound of skin contact.

"Keep it a secret? What secret?"

Although Astrid did have the intention to remind her, since Lyra brought it up herself, she might as well ask more to see what exactly the other party had guessed.

Hearing this, Lyra trembled slightly, her fingertips pinching the hem of her skirt. After a while, she whispered.

"The intensity of the magic released by Astrid doesn’t seem like that of an Early Sorcerer..."

Even if she had an exceptional affinity for ice elements, combined with the ice-specialized wand that amplified her magic, the effect should not have been so immediate.

A mage with average elemental affinity casting a spell of the corresponding attribute would achieve relatively ordinary results. However, this does not mean that a mage has strong elemental affinity casting the same spell would have an effect that could surpass ten or even dozens of times. Most of the time, the difference between the two is only one to two times, and exceeding three times is rare.

After all, before breaking through to the Arcanist mage level, the most influential factors on a mage’s spell intensity are the incantation and the magic array itself, rather than the caster and other external factors.

"Moreover... the incantation you chanted is strange..."

"It should be some kind of special language..."

At first, Lyra guessed it might be Elvish or Dragon Tongue, as Astrid had been studying these things last semester. However, she had also heard that the languages of other intelligent races were often tailored for their own kind, and the effects achieved by non-native speakers might be far inferior to those of native speakers.

Could it be... Elders Speech...

A very bold thought blossomed in Lyra’s heart, but she was pulled back by reason and did not dare to believe it easily.

In human history, only Lady Gemini, the Spellcreator, possessed such ability. Others could at most touch the surface, let alone understand the meaning and chant it completely.

Deciphering Elders Speech... even if Princess Astrid is incredibly talented, she probably couldn’t do it...

Looking at Lyra, who was pinching the white silk on her legs, creating tiny wrinkles, Astrid pondered for a moment. After half a minute, she spoke softly.

"Suddenly I remembered something, I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had time to take a bath."

"My body feels sticky and uncomfortable, I’ll go wash up first."

With that, Astrid stood up, her smooth long hair cascading down her back, the moonlight pouring down like a silver waterfall.

Lyra looked at the other party’s two straight, smooth, white calves, tender as lotus roots, and responded softly.

"Alright."

Taking this opportunity, she could also reorganize her thoughts, to avoid being so nervous.

.......

Astrid’s temporary residence, independent bathroom.

The inn arranged by the academy for students to stay in naturally could not be as luxurious as the royal palace with a private bathtub.

However, each room being equipped with fire attribute crystal stones for auxiliary heating was already very rare among similar inns. It can be seen that Elizabeth Academy of Magic was paying attention to the once-per-semester assessment activities.

While chewing on a clean grass, Astrid turned on the water switch, letting the warm liquid soak her head. The hot water flowed down her hair, across her cheeks, and wet her skin. freeweɓnovel-cøm

Since Lyra brought up this matter, she should also explain it.

Now, Astrid faces two choices: one was to continue hiding it from Lyra, explaining it as some kind of special language as she had said; the other was to directly tell her that the incantation she chanted was the old-era magical language known to all as Elders Speech.

Feeling a few strands of hot water flow past her lips, moist and warm, Astrid raised one hand, letting the water flow down her fingertips, across her wrist and forearm, wrapping around her like a ribbon.

In terms of trustworthiness, Lyra Beckett, who could become the protagonist of the original work, was like most righteous protagonists. Once she made a promise, it was unbreakable. As long as she promised to keep it a secret, there was basically no possibility of leakage.

However, on the other hand, the more people who know a secret, the greater the risk of leakage. Better safe than sorry, being cautious is not necessarily wrong.

The warm current flowed past her temples, moistening her eyelashes. Astrid felt a thin curtain of water in front of her eyes, making her vision blurry.

Not thinking about Lyra for now, the amount of information from everything that happened tonight was really too much, even Astrid found it difficult to completely sort it out.

That woman was clearly also proficient in Elders Speech, even able to converse with her. She was most likely an ancient human who had survived from ancient times.

Logically speaking, after such a long time, meeting someone who can speak the same language as her would be like meeting an old friend, and she should feel a trace of goodwill. Even if it wasn’t goodwill but mere curiosity, she shouldn’t have attacked so decisively.

Yet that dark-haired girl still chose to attack proactively, her words full of arrogance and disdain.

This extremely obvious offensive desire makes Astrid somewhat doubt her identity.

Combined with the latter’s bizarre abilities, her excellent control of dark elements and her proficiency in death, destruction, and decay, make Astrid feel that she was far from an ordinary human.

"Mother..."

Astrid closed her eyes, chewing on this word, and her mind once again surged with the face of Brennild filled with disbelief before she sank into the shadows.

What does this mean, is it related to her?

She doesn’t remember having such a big daughter.

Her hand moved down to her left chest, gently caring, feeling the faint undulations caused by the constant beating of her heart. Astrid sniffed, her nose filled with the steam that permeated the bathroom.

That dark mist that penetrated she must have felt something, which is why the woman had such a strong reaction.

But here’s the question, the fusion of her soul with Astrid Calliste should have begun at birth, and she only awakened this past life memory later. This could be effectively proven by the fact that Countess Charlotte, who was close to the original Astrid, could not detect her changes at the soul level.

No one else felt any difference, why did only this attacker sniff out something wrong.

The aura of mother... where does it come from...

Being able to read Elder’s Speech, and causing the sword of light in Lyra’s hand to resonate, why would this orphan from ancient times feel the so-called maternal aura from her.

[You are the beginning of everything, and the end of everything. You are the mother (creator) of all things, the father of all gods, the source of all matter and energy, the master of time, life, and death.]

A fragment of the sentence she once saw on the stone tablet in the collection room suddenly flashed through her mind. Astrid slightly frowned, vaguely feeling that she had caught the tail of the truth.

Could the mother she mentioned be related to the creator-like existence recorded in the records, or perhaps, is it referring to that "Mother of all things, Father of all gods."

But what does this have to do with her, could the fact that she transmigrated to another world also be related to the so-called creator?

The sound of the dripping water covered the heartbeat. Astrid opened her eyes, looking at her reflection on the tile surface, her thoughts momentarily chaotic.

If this world must have a creator.

Then... who is more suitable for this role than the author...

Could it be her?

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