Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes-Chapter 602 - 120 Farewell

"Still clinging to your futile persistence?"

Outside the cube, Marquis Winter held the short sword in his hand, his gaze chilling.

He understood well the saying that a long night brings many dreams, especially when facing someone like Fiona, who holds a special place in prophecy; the longer he delayed, the greater the chance for unforeseen variables to arise.

Whether it was the currently unaccounted for King of Nightmare Spirits or some other unknown factor, any could lead to his failure.

Although the girl’s current rebelled seemed insignificant in his eyes, Marquis Winter did not immediately make the next move. A subtle sense of crisis continued to haunt him.

Marquis Winter wasn’t sure where this feeling of crisis came from, but it made him even more vigilant, suspecting that he might have been targeted by some powerful existence.

Considering all this, Marquis Winter no longer hesitated. He flipped the short sword, gripping it wit a standard hold, infused it with Magic Power, and then suddenly swung it down at the entire cube.

The effect of the Mysterious Object short sword differed depending on his grip.

An attack with a standard grip targeted the cutting of rule forces.

As he made his move, a twisted crack suddenly splintered across the already battered blade, deep enough to nearly penetrate the core of the sword.

Yet the effect of this costly strike was astonishing. The space surrounding the cube suddenly darkened and then, in an instant, the central cube was ’isolated’ from the entire Dream World.

Simultaneously, Fiona and Anvis, who were imprisoned within the transparent cube, suddenly lost all connection to the world’s rules.

Stripped of the world’s rules to bolster her, Fiona was instantly reverted to her original form, and the Pocket Watch in Anvis’s hand fell silent, losing all its magical properties.

With the internal obstruction gone, the transparent cube enveloping the entire palace quickly shrank and soon reduced to a small square the size of a palm.

Honestly, the cost of this strike had surprised Marquis Winter a bit.

He originally thought that separating a girl below Ninth Rank from the world’s rules shouldn’t have produced such a significant ’Reaction Force.’ But now, this response made him even suspect that he was dealing with an avatar of a Ninth Rank powerhouse.

Looking at the damaged short sword in his hand with some distress, with one step Marquis Winter reached out quickly while carefully watching for any enemies that might be hiding around, and snatched at the shrinking cube.

He was ready, the moment he got the cube, to immediately leave this place, avoiding any possible existing enemies, and return directly to his secret laboratory in the Main World’s Half-plane.

There, complete with a full set of Composite protective arrays and luxurious arrangements to confuse and obstruct Prophecy Magic, Marquis Winter was confident that not even the Olivendi Family could detect his secret base.

But the moment his hand grasped the cube, Marquis Winter’s complexion changed drastically.

An overwhelming sense of crisis emanated from inside the imprisoned cube. Instinctively, he flung the cube away from his hand.

But before the cube was completely out of his palm, one of its sides shattered instantly, and a rusty-yellow Radiance shone forth from inside the cube, enveloping him within it.

Under the illumination of this light, Marquis Winter’s appearance beneath his hood, which had been that of a young man, began to change rapidly at a visible speed.

Parts of his body quickly aged, while others began to strangely rejuvenate; his entire dream body’s existence also began to turn translucent and unstable.

Even as he exerted all his strength to resist with the power of the rules, the effect was so weak as to be nearly imperceptible.

"The power of time? Truly... nauseating!"

A flash of ferocity shot through his bloodshot eyes, and in this crisis, Marquis Winter decisively swung his short sword again.

"Crack—"

With this strike, the sword’s body emitted a pitiful wail as if it couldn’t bear the burden and broke completely in two.

But the result of this sword was also astonishing. As the blade cut through, the brass-colored twisted light screen oddly parted to the sides for a moment, as if Moses parted the sea.

Seizing this opportunity, Marquis Winter’s figure flashed and he instantly escaped the range of the brass Radiance.

Reappearing in the palace, Anvis sighed as he watched Marquis Winter escape with the short sword that was now broken in half.

He held a peculiar dragon-shaped Brass Badge in his hand, from which the rust-yellow light that forced Marquis Winter to abandon his sword to save his life was continuing to flow.

Anvis was earnestly trying to restrict the range of the badge’s power radiation to prevent the time chaos sealed within from affecting himself and Fiona.

But his left hand that held the badge had already turned into a peculiar rust-yellow color, and it was now barely suppressing the spread upwards by relying on the power of the pocket watch in his other hand.

Relying on that dreadful short sword, Marquis Winter still managed to escape his lethal strike.

But fortunately, his goal of weakening the opponent had been achieved, at least the short sword had been destroyed by the attack...

"Hmph... so that’s how it is, a broken one-time-use mysterious object, this is your trump card?"

Looking at the white rabbit holding the badge beside the young girl from a distance, Marquis Winter let out a breath of relief.

Although he had been deceived, he finally discovered the source of his sense of crisis; there was no other terrifying existence, everything originated from the inconspicuous badge in the white rabbit’s hand.

A limit-breaking mysterious object, truly a big move.

"Too bad, no matter how powerful a magic item is, it is ultimately limited by the user’s own strength!"

With an interested remark, Marquis Winter looked into the girl’s eyes, wanting to find a color of utter despair, yet he only saw confusion and surprise, while from the white rabbit’s eyes he saw a sense of ’disappointment’.

This situation made Marquis Winter feel that something was off, and at the same time, it also set off an alarm for him.

His target was not the weak, but those who could threaten or even kill him!

Casting a deep glance at the white rabbit still struggling to control the badge in its hand, under Anvis’ somewhat surprised gaze, Marquis Winter once again raised the broken sword in his hand and then violently swung at Fiona.

Just because the sword was broken, didn’t mean it could no longer be used—

As Marquis Winter made his move, a bizarre grey line extended from the slashing motion.

As he looked at that grey line, a hair-raising sense of crisis surged from within Anvis.

He must not be hit, absolutely must not be hit!

The young girl’s cry of alarm seemed to come from her side, and yet felt as if it was from an infinitely distant place.

The world’s rotation slowed down in Anvis’ perception. He watched the broken sword slowly and unstoppably fall, while trying his best to turn the badge in his hand towards the direction from which the attack was coming.

The line did not move quickly, but it pierced with unwavering determination through the brass badge that released the chaotic time chaos, punctured through the rule protection that Fiona hastily set up. Finally, under the girl’s gaze of despair, it pierced through the white rabbit desperately blocking in front of her.

In that moment, the short sword in Marquis Winter’s hand suddenly completely shattered into pieces.

Just like those small animals before, Anvis collapsed powerlessly onto the ground, and the badge in his hand also completely exploded into a pile of rust-yellow sparkles due to the broken structure.

As Marquis Winter looked on, somewhat surprised, a semi-transparent figure suddenly and vaguely appeared above the fallen body of the white rabbit.

It was a young man with light golden hair and deep blue eyes, dressed in moon white formal wear, his handsome face carried a strange temperament.

"Anvis Olivendi?"

Instantly finding the identity of the figure in his memory, Marquis Winter exclaimed in surprise.

"Brother...?"

At the same time, seeing the transformation of the white rabbit, Fiona was stupefied as if struck by lightning.

She perceived a warm and familiar sensation from the figure before her, as if she once nestled beside that very figure.

"..."

Anvis did not respond to Marquis Winter. He just opened his mouth and then gave a somewhat sad smile, reaching out his hand towards the young girl. Realizing he could no longer speak, he seemed to want to stroke her head one last time.

But in this process, along with the white rabbit’s body on the ground, his figure began to fade away, turning into drifting light golden sparkles.

With the breeze, the last speck of light gently drifted onto the young girl’s cheek, as if saying farewell.