Chapter 558

When the Scorpion Bureau Director’s soul was disrupted by the soul code and went lightspeed into slumber, dozens of blocks away at the lookout platform of Zone 1 Military Industry Area, a nervous inquiry echoed.

“Are the cannons below number 17 all cooled down? Should we immediately commence the second round of firing?”

“Not yet.”

Shaking his head at the questioning general, Phelia, who was crouched on the edge of the lookout platform biting her lower lip tightly, continued observing the situation at Zone 1 Research Area through the telescope.

This visible worry wasn’t for someone in particular; its target could only be Prince Andre, who both adored and had tried to kill her twice.

Even though Lord Leon had assured with confidence that due to uncertainty about this “replica version” Princess Phelia’s ability to maintain contact with Watchtower Palace like true royal bloodline, he would ensure Prince Andre’s survival as much as possible.

But the massive bombardment of over fifty thousand shells still left the jade-eyed maiden quite uneasy. She stayed glued to the military telescope, eager to witness the situation there firsthand.

“Relax, Your Highness.”

Naturally assuming that Phelia was worried about the “risk-taking alone” Prince Leon, after glancing at her unconsciously clenched hand, the commander of the Royal Family’s direct command corps smiled understandingly and consoled: “Since Lord Leon dared to issue such an order, he must have confidence in surviving artillery fire. And since he could take down six of our corps within two minutes and rescue us from Artefact’s control, he can surely kill that madman Andre!”

“…”

What I’m afraid of is exactly this! Feeling exasperated, she averted her gaze, glanced back at the commander, gave him a perfunctory faint smile, and awkwardly replied: “Um… let’s hope so…”

“You can rest assured, it will definitely be!”

Not detecting Phelia’s insincerity, admiring the brave and wise emerald-eyed girl who stood up to lead everyone against tyranny after losing her parents, the commander of the Royal Family’s direct command corps couldn’t help but salute with a clenched fist, then promised resolutely: “With your expectations as support, Lord Leon will surely achieve victory, successfully kill the rebellious Prince Andre, and thoroughly save the Crocodile Kingdom!”

“…”

Please, just shut up already! With the continuous flags planted by the commander making her scalp tingle, Princess Phelia’s lips twitched involuntarily. Just when she wanted to turn around and say something, she suddenly felt a flicker before her eyes.

At some point, warm sunlight had quietly fallen onto the originally dark gray lookout platform, breaking the previously oppressive atmosphere and lighting everything up…

Wait, why is it a “stroke” of sunlight?!!!

Looking at the strange streak of sunlight with brushstroke marks on the dark gray tiles of the lookout platform, the emerald-eyed maiden and the commander were instantly stunned.

Then, as if a paintbrush dipped in oily paint was wetly brushing across a stretched canvas, the streak of sunlight with slight bristles flowed softly along the brushwork.

When it flowed near people, the intangible huge brush paused slightly, changing to something softer or silk-like fabric, lightly brushing the edges of the sunlight, creating a blurred halo from the originally somewhat rigid color block.

And after this halo blossomed, the sunlight which was clearly separate from human bodies naturally blended with the colors of the human body, while the edges of Phelia’s dress were smeared with the colors of the sunlight.

“This…this is…”

This sudden change seemed very long, but was actually extremely short, just one stroke, one sweep, and a light flick, so brief that it only allowed for a quick blink.

Before the confused crowd could react, the intangible giant brush, carrying thick and colorful paints, directly brushed out along the direction of the sunlight, painting the entire block in an instant, transforming the world entirely into a magnificent scroll.

Finally found you.

Looking at the emerald-eyed girl staring blankly at the sky on the huge canvas in front of him, Prince Andre couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.

Then he picked up the spray bottle beside him, moistened the paint on the brush, put down the spray bottle, took a thin and flexible wooden handle cleaver, scraped off the naturally mixed paint, and began redrawing.

Flicking, dripping, dry brushing, sweeping…

One technique after another was skillfully used by Prince Andre, and the scroll “frozen” on the canvas began to flow with his strokes.

The emerald-eyed girl full of panic on the canvas was carried by a large flock of birds painted with pointillism, flying through the entire capital city towards the already devastated Zone 1.

While the soldiers panicking to stop her couldn’t come to her aid in time due to the sudden collapse of the lookout platform, grabbing the pillars in panic, shouting angrily at the sky, watching helplessly as the emerald-eyed girl flew further away.

Come on, hurry up.

Gently carving on the canvas with the painting knife, cutting out a piece of dark gray parapet to block the rescuing commander, Prince Andre couldn’t help but turn his head, gazing tenderly at the easel in the corner.

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On the easel was the “absorbed” Artefact’s “Royal Banquet”, and on this peculiar scroll that was both frozen and flowing, almost all the characters were already in place, eagerly waiting for the banquet to start.

The only one missing was the small baby held in the Queen’s arms, sucking his thumb.

Although the chubby baby looked innocent and cute, compared to the others in the painting, his emerald green eyes lacked a bit of “spirit”, appearing somewhat stiff and motionless, not flowing like the others in the painting.

Just you’re missing, Phelia.

After reminiscing about that joyful banquet, Prince Andre turned his head, looking expectantly at the emerald-eyed girl on the huge canvas who had already flown to the edge of Zone 1.

In the past, your self-cognition has always been Artefact 01, and I could never convince myself to truly see you as my younger sister, unable to really paint you in.

But now it’s different. Now I already know that your soul is the original soul, and you should also understand that you are the real Phelia.

If it’s you now, you must be able to enter my painting, return with me to that banquet years ago, and be together with father, mother, and others…

However, just as Prince Andre was full of anticipation watching the canvas, waiting for the last family member to arrive, a “little black person” with a dirty face on the canvas suddenly threw off another “little black” on his back, pulled out a knife, and slashed hard at the sky on the canvas! “Sss!”

With a sound like tearing silk, a small opening appeared in the sky on the canvas, revealing a gleaming tip of the blade, and the birds carrying the emerald-eyed girl were cut in half by this slash, scattering in panic.

Philia, who was about to reach her destination, was forcibly “intercepted” at the last moment, screamed, and fell down from the sky flailing her hands and feet.

(End of Chapter)