The Military Princess Won’t Fall in Love with a Magic Scientist

Chapter 241. Preparations

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Logaris ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍turned around and rapidly formed seals with both hands. Countless obscure runes drifted out of that black notebook and fused into the surrounding space.

“Those ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍court diviners in the Royal Capital aren’t pushovers either. Something as serious as a prince suddenly dying will definitely make them join forces to reverse time and investigate. If we don’t make preparations in advance, it’ll be a real headache later.”

As ‍​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍he spoke, Logaris slowly raised his index finger and began tracing the first rune in the void.

Bzzz—

“But the spellwork in this notebook just happens to solve that problem.”

A fine layer of sweat seeped out across Logaris’s forehead, yet the fanaticism in his eyes only grew stronger.

He was like a venomous spider weaving a web—patiently, thread by thread, severing, reconnecting, and twisting the surrounding laws of causality.

Time passed second by second.

Sylvia did not disturb him. She stood alone in a distant corner, swinging Star’s Judgment again and again. From the clumsiness of her first attempts, to the point where the blade eventually sliced through the air without making the slightest sound, her movements became faster and faster, and the silver battle aura around her grew ever more condensed.

By the time she had completed her thousandth practice swing and paused to wipe away her sweat, Logaris’s work had only just begun to reach its final stage.

At the entrance, which had originally been completely empty, the area was now filled—under spirit sight—with a dense mass of gray threads that made one’s scalp crawl. They squirmed like living things, completely wrapping the region into a cocoon isolated from the world.

“Since we know our guest is coming, how could we not prepare a few ‘surprises’?”

After completing the interference spellwork, Logaris did not stop. Instead, he began carrying out something even more dangerous on the seemingly level ground.

Several dozen Aether Disintegration · Corona magic formations, each already at a critical state, were compressed to the extreme through the Ultra-Long-Range Positioning Spell. Like tiny suns on the verge of instability, they were carefully sealed into secondary spaces one by one.

A full two hours passed.

Only after the final spellwork had been perfectly concealed did Logaris finally let out a long breath and lean weakly against a stone pillar.

Sylvia sheathed her sword and walked over. Feeling the terrifying killing intent hidden in the air, even she could not help showing a faint trace of emotion.

“Finished?”

“Everything is ready.”

Logaris pulled a sensing crystal linked to the tower’s central core from his robe and lightly tossed it to Sylvia.

“The most important quality for a hunter is patience. That idiot Carlisle might come tomorrow, or he might not come until next month. We can’t just squat here like fools, wasting away in the cold.”

Logaris pushed up his glasses, and a calculating chill flashed through his eyes. “Go back to Winter City first and put the army on combat alert.”

...

Northern Territory, Winter City.

The freezing wind howled across the towering stone walls. Looking down, the vast central drill ground was a sea of black. A full elite division—twelve thousand fully armed Northern Territory soldiers—stood in the snowstorm like silent statues.

Those more than ten thousand troops had already remained assembled in full armor here for three entire days.

Although the Magitech Train waited on standby at the distant station, strangely enough, no order had been given to board or march out.

The veteran Victor stood behind Sylvia, looking at the back of the young governor with a trace of confusion in his eyes. “Your Highness, if we’re going to reinforce the southeastern border, why haven’t we ordered the troops to board yet? What exactly are we waiting for?”

“There you go again, getting impatient.”

Sylvia stood there in a silver cloak, both hands resting on the sheathed Star’s Judgment. Her gaze pierced through the wind and snow toward the distant southeast. Her voice was colder than the winds of the Northern Territory, yet it carried an authority that made further questions impossible. “Do not think too much. Do not ask too much. Just wait.”

At that moment, the Communication Crystal at Sylvia’s side suddenly trembled and burst into a dazzling red light.

Logaris’s voice, mixed with the crackle of mana, rang directly inside Sylvia’s mind, carrying a smile devoid of warmth:

“They’re here.”

Sylvia’s eyes sharpened instantly. Beneath the calm surface of her gaze, a fierce killing intent surged. Yet she did not immediately order the army to move. Instead, she turned and gave Victor her final command:

“Victor, immediately order the soldiers into a state of maximum combat readiness. Wait for my exact message before you lead them onto the train!”

After saying that, she did not even give Victor the chance to ask what kind of message she meant. With a sweep of her cloak, she turned and strode into Logaris’s private alchemy workshop.

On the ground, a complex teleportation formation had long since finished preheating and was glowing with a dim blue light.

If they were going to do dirty work, then they had to perform the whole act flawlessly.

To avoid drawing attention, the instant Sylvia stepped into the center of the formation, the luxurious cloak on her body vanished, replaced by that tight black alchemical combat suit.

With a reverse motion of her hand, she fastened on a featureless pure white mask—the Faceless Aspect, one of the Mad King’s legacies, capable of blurring an observer’s cognition on a conceptual level.

As mana surged, space twisted instantly, and Sylvia’s figure vanished into thin air from within the Duke’s Manor.

...

Subspace, entrance to the Tower of Inverted Truth.

The dizziness unique to spatial teleportation had not yet completely faded when that nauseating, stale aura clung to him like a curse that would not leave.

Second Prince Carlisle Van Astrelia did not panic like a first-time visitor. He merely covered his nose and mouth with a handkerchief in distaste, while impatience and familiarity flickered alike in those deep silver-gray eyes.

He had already lost count of how many times he had set foot in this subspace.

As one of the strongest contenders for the throne, he had invested far too many resources and too much effort here. Every single time, he had come full of confidence, bringing with him recruited experts and treasured relics he had painstakingly collected, hoping to smash open the gate that led to truth.

But every single time, he had ended up like a stray dog, stopping in humiliation before that damned second layer—the Lock of Reason.

This time, however, he had brought enough bargaining chips. He had even gone so far as to use a forbidden item from the royal treasury. No matter the cost, he intended to break open that gate leading to truth.

“Still the same lifeless hellhole as ever.” Carlisle kicked aside a piece of rubble by his foot. “Let’s hope this ends quickly. Every breath of air in this place makes me sick.”

“Your Highness, something is wrong.”

The one who spoke was the tall knight who had remained guarding his side all along.

Balton—the Sixth-Tier Knight who had clashed with Logaris at the banquet before. He had a massive frame like a bear, yet instead of calmly organizing the formation as usual, he was behaving very differently now.

His deeply sunken eyes were fixed on the seemingly peaceful air around them, and every muscle in his body had tensed to the absolute limit in an instant.

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