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

Chapter 242. Ambush

Something ‍​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌​​​​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‍was wrong!

At ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍the very instant this group had just landed, before their heels had even fully steadied themselves on the ground—

before ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍even the residual spatial ripples left by the teleportation array had completely settled—

Balton’s ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints. It was the instinctive terror of a sixth-tier powerhouse in the face of a catastrophic threat.

“Run—!!!”

That ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍desperate roar had only just begun to roll in his throat, not yet breaking free from his vocal cords.

The entire field of vision was swallowed by an expanse of absolute, blinding white.

Several dozen 【Aether Disintegration · Corona】 formations, all of them already at a critical state and mounted onto the 【Ultra-Long-Range Positioning Spell】, detonated at the same time.

Logaris had never intended to show them any knightly honor or mage’s etiquette.

Those thirty royal elite mages did not even have time to finish forming the terror on their faces before they were swept through by an incomparably violent torrent of superheated aether.

There was no resistance.

Their protective magic shields were as fragile as paper before the 【Corona】. Then came their flesh, their bones, and even their souls.

In the span of a single blink, thirty living people were directly “erased” from this world, leaving behind not even a trace of ash.

Carlisle, who stood at the very center of the explosion, did not die.

The moment the white light erupted, the inconspicuous ruby pendant around his neck exploded violently. A pale golden spherical barrier burst open around him out of nowhere. It was one of the few life-saving divine artifacts he possessed—【Sacred Sanctuary】.

It was said that this thing could withstand a full-force strike from a sixth-tier powerhouse.

But now, that layer of light was emitting a screeching, grating sound, and it was already covered in fine cracks. It was obvious it would not last much longer.

“Who?! Who is it?!”

Carlisle collapsed onto the ground, all the elegance of a prince gone. Looking at the scorched black earth around him, still radiating terrifying heat, and at the subordinates who had vanished completely, his whole body shook like a leaf.

No one answered him.

What answered him was a claw covered in savage black armor, reaching out from the void.

“Roar—!”

Still in his Demonized state, Logaris could not be bothered with useless words. With one beat of the broken light wings behind him, he turned into a bolt of black lightning and instantly closed in on the barrier.

Bang!

The claw, wrapped in black-red abyssal mana, slammed heavily against 【Sacred Sanctuary】.

The golden barrier, already on the verge of collapse, shook violently, and its light dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“You bastard! Get back!”

Balton was, after all, a sixth-tier powerhouse. Relying on his tyrannical physique and that specially forged heavy armor, he had somehow survived the earlier carpet-style bombardment. Though his entire body was charred black and more than half his armor had melted away, he still moved at once to stand in front of Carlisle.

“【Rockslide · Mountain-Shatter】!”

Balton let out a furious roar. His battle aura ignited throughout his body, and a thick layer of stone armor surfaced across his skin. Burning away his life force, he swung the giant hammer in his hands with enough force to split mountains and shatter rock, smashing it viciously toward that black demonized figure.

Yet in the face of this strike, enough to pulverize a mountain, Logaris neither dodged nor retreated. He merely raised his left hand, covered in black armor, and lightly clenched at the empty air.

“Space... Spatial Imprisonment.”

Bzzz—!

Without any warning, the space around Balton instantly seemed to solidify into substance, like concrete.

That giant hammer, carrying horrifying kinetic force, came to a dead stop three inches from Logaris’s forehead, unable to advance even a fraction farther. Balton remained frozen in the posture of his enraged swing, his eyes bulging, the muscles all over his body trembling madly as he tried to break through those invisible shackles—yet he could not move even a single finger.

And at that fatal instant of rigidity—

a silver line, extremely well hidden yet unbelievably fast, suddenly cut into the battlefield.

Sylvia’s figure appeared like a phantom beside Balton’s stiffened body. Along the edge of 【Star’s Judgment】 in her hand flowed a thin layer of silver light, as delicate as cicada wings—that was the sixth-tier battle aura trait she had awakened after her breakthrough: 【Edge of Law-Severance】.

Before that layer of silver light, all the so-called defenses in the world were nothing but a joke.

Shhk—

Balton’s proud stone armor and his tempered protective battle aura were like freshly made soft tofu before that divine weapon.

The silver blade slid through that supposedly unbreakable defense without the slightest resistance, cut through the heavy armor, and finally swept precisely across the loyal knight’s neck.

The Spatial Imprisonment was released at once.

But Balton’s motion of raising his giant hammer had already frozen completely in midair.

He stared in disbelief at that slender figure wearing the white Faceless Aspect mask. A ragged wheezing sound came from his throat, as though he could not understand what kind of sword could ignore his defenses so completely.

Sylvia did not give him time to think. Her wrist gave a light flick.

That massive head slid cleanly from his neck. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and not even blood had had time to spray out.

“Cleanup complete.”

Sylvia flicked away the nonexistent blood beads from the blade and coldly uttered those four words.

In the deathly silence, only the mournful wind sweeping across the scorched earth could be heard.

Having watched his most trusted subordinate die before his eyes, Carlisle’s pupils only contracted violently for a single instant. Then this once-arrogant Second Prince slowly loosened the fingers he had clenched.

“How ruthless.”

Carlisle raised his head. In those silver-gray eyes, so similar to Sylvia’s, there was no fear—only a nearly mad calm, as though he had long since expected this ending.

“To be able to set up this kind of certain-kill trap in a place like this, and to make Balton fail to survive even a single exchange... you are not nobodies.”

He looked at the figure wearing the white mask, then at the “demon” radiating terrifying pressure from head to toe, and the corner of his mouth curled into a mocking arc.

“Who sent you? My sickly elder brother? My ambitious younger sister? Or that father of ours, sitting high on the throne and watching us kill one another?”

Logaris remained in his Demonized state, his face hideous and savage.

Faced with Carlisle’s questioning, he could not even be bothered to answer with a single useless word.

Silence was the greatest contempt.

Logaris merely slowly raised his right hand.

Within his palm, a pitch-black spatial sphere no larger than a coin was slowly rotating.

Looking at that black sphere, which radiated a terrifying aura, the mockery in Carlisle’s eyes stiffened for an instant, then turned into a relieved laugh.

“Heh... so you do not even dare leave your names behind? Fine.”

He stopped asking questions. He no longer even looked at the lethal strike that would certainly kill him.

Carlisle straightened his back. Amid this field of scorched earth and ruined corpses, he assumed one final time the arrogant bearing worthy of an imperial heir of Astrelia.

He closed his eyes and spread his arms, as though welcoming a grand coronation—or embracing the abyss itself.

“Do it, then, you rats hiding your heads and showing only your tails. But I will watch you from hell... and I will watch who is burned alive in the end by this bloodstained chair!”

Without the slightest hesitation, Logaris quietly pressed his palm against Carlisle’s chest.

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