raduation in their third year, and they will also be awarded a considerable number of challenger points or be recommended to major associations for employment.Every year, some exceptionally outstandin...Chapter 337: Siegfried's Boomerang

Three days later.

A gentle breeze grazed her face, carrying the chill of snow and the vicissitudes of the North. It was a feeling both ancient and ethereal, like the weight of a thousand years mingled with the refreshing coolness of the tundra.

Her brows furrowed slightly. Waking up in this cold winter, she felt a chill run down her spine and her eyes opened involuntarily.

It seems I'm on a vehicle that is moving, the bumpy snowy mountain road makes even the seats sway.

Nevertheless, there was still a hint of warmth on the left shoulder.

The warmth of the shoulder reminded her of when she was young and sick, her mother would sit beside her just like this.

Siegfried slowly turned his head.

In this cold wind, her companion sat beside her, wearing a white shirt and a diamond-patterned waistcoat, serenely holding the reins.

"…"

The young man on the left noticed she was awake, and smiled, glancing sideways at her.

But his attention was still on the road ahead, guiding the sled through the snow with reins.

"...I can't muster any strength..."

West Germany's voice was unusually despondent and powerless. She had pulled her thick coat tightly around herself.

It turns out winter is really that cold.

The days in the northern snowy plains are short, it's hard to tell if it's morning or afternoon. It's probably going to get colder soon.

She paid no attention to her tousled hair, her eyes fixed on Lance.

She doesn't know how long she's been unconscious, and now they're somewhere new.

Even the collar of Lancy's usually smooth and fluffy coat had become wrinkled from her using it as a blanket.

"You've been unconscious for three days. The cat boss took care of you during that time. We're still on the road from the Northern Border Province to the Snowy Plains Province, and it will probably take a few more days to get back to the Snowy Plains Province."

Lancy seemed to know exactly what she was going to ask, and replied.

Although the Cat Boss's magic was weak, he could still use some high-level healing cards to alleviate Siegfried's injuries somewhat.

Siegfried's gaze drifted downward, noticing the small black cat sitting between her and Lance. She knew that if this feline used [Transform: Human], it would probably be a cute girl.

The cat boss still shivered, as before, under her gaze, looking quite frightened.

Thank you, little black cat.

Siegfried thanked it.

"Meow meow."

The little black cat seemed hesitant to accept the thank you from the overbearing Catholic priest, only shrinking its head and nodding slightly, mumbling.

But for some reason, it felt like Siegfried wasn't so scary anymore.

I don't know if it was because her tone had become weaker, or because the terrifying aura around her had lessened.

"By the way, West Germany, I have something to tell you."

Lianchi thought for a moment, then said.

"What"

Sigrid asked.

"You appear to be locked in a state by a sealing technique."

Lanche pondered uncertainly.

He barely registered Asksand's final devastating blow to Sieglinde; it not only delivered a fatal strike but also nearly locked her in place.

Sieglinde's wounds were extensive, many places ripped open with exposed bone. Every time her body tried to heal, a faint cracking sound would echo through the air. The wounds would repeatedly close and then tear apart again, it was impossible to imagine the kind of pain she was enduring. All the cat boss could do was tightly bandage her up layer by layer.

Despite her superhuman regenerative abilities, she was unable to recover.

This sealing technique shares some similarities with the sealing magic [Undying Punishment] that Lance obtained at the Banquet of Evil Clergymen. It prevents the target from recovering any injuries after inflicting damage, even making it impossible to break free. It seems Askshan was well-prepared, specifically using this against Sigfried's powerful regenerative abilities.

To remove it, I'm afraid only a sealer of the same level as Asksam, who is also at the eighth rank, could do it. Or perhaps it could be lifted only when the one who performed the seal, Asksam, dies.

"……"

Sigrid fell silent, sensing within herself that she hadn't regained even a sliver of her strength. It was as if she were still lingering at the precipice of death.

Now, she might only need a level five or six Annihilation Monk to finish her off.

"Asksan and that cloaked man should both be badly injured, they won't be pursuing us south for a while."

Lynch added.

But the north remained a desolate wasteland, with communication cut off. Messages could not be sent to the Imperial City or other Overlord divisions in the south. The two of them were essentially isolated and alone.

What should we do now

Siegfried asked Lance.

She probably understood that the good news was that Lance had successfully brought her out of the Northern Border Province, and both the Black Robes and the Obliterator Bishop had been left behind.

But this doesn't mean they could return smoothly to the imperial city of Helrom.

They now want to return to the Imperial City, and they are probably going to be intercepted by the Annihilation Branch all the way south. Asksan, even though he is currently hiding to recover from his injuries and wary of Lan Qi being able to detonate again, he will not worry about the lives of his men.

Ahead, countless minions of annihilation will stand in their way, doing whatever it takes to stop them.

"Southbound, back to Helstrom in the Imperial City."

Lance just chuckled lightly, as if savoring every moment of the journey, never missing a beat along the way.

>"..."

Sigrid never imagined she would be on the run, with no idea where her path would lead.

She had lost the power that once made her sleep soundly, and it was this feeling instead.

But seeing that Lan Chi was still so optimistic, she also felt better.

This is a life she picked up from the brink of death. This thorny and snowy journey seems unexpectedly good, more importantly, having someone who has experienced life and death with her by her side, she doesn't feel that the road ahead is difficult at all.

"My son, please protect me. I am just a fragile girl."

Sigrid smiled slightly and said to Lance.

Her current state is far worse than even the West Germany she had pretended to be before.

Let me state this clearly first, I am only your companion right now. Although theoretically speaking, I could save your life, I won't stop you from committing suicide. I understand respecting others' destinies. When I determine that you are about to do something with no chance of survival, I will no longer follow you.

Lance turned his head to look at her, showing no mercy or pity. He smiled and said,

"

“…”

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Siegfried was still smiling, but his expression was momentarily frozen, as if he were biting back anger.

She seems to have heard this sentence.

"And when I judge that the enemy is far stronger than me, I will make reasonable judgments as a level four sealer, such as choosing to run away when it's time to run away, and choosing whether to sell you or take you with me."

Lancer closed his eyes, expressionless, and continued to explain his rationale to Sigrid, simultaneously serving as a disclaimer.

"……"

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Siegfried remained silent, just smiling at Lance. If she had regained her power, she really wanted to strangle this green tea bitch.

So you understand, my favorability rating is important.

Lanche lowered the reins and patted Sigrid's shoulder, saying with certainty.

And so, Sigrid fell silent for a moment.

"Holy Son."

"Hmm"

You'd better not talk to other girls like that.

"Why"

Because I have a good temper, I wouldn't really do anything to you, but women with bigger tempers might be different.

Siegfried smiled and said.

Although she was smiling brightly, it seemed like a smile forced by anger.

(The End)

[ ] thing won't happen."When Lancy opened his eyes again, the emerald-green surface of his pupils remained as clear and serene as ever. His natural gaze held a depth of thoughtfulness and compassion, a...