Additionally, it was worth mentioning that after Agaleqi’s strongest clone was completely defeated, Azura, the Gale Sword Saint, finally recovered from his loss of control.
Although he was heavily injured and his famous weapon had been reduced to nothing in the fierce battle, he had at least kept his life.
Compared to Erica, the Saint Archmage, who had been completely killed and had her body possessed by a Void Demon, he was much more fortunate.
However, the severe injuries to his arms and chest were extremely serious even for a Sword Saint’s superhuman physique. He would still need a long period of quiet rest to gradually recover his combat strength.
“Aila, I vaguely remember that last golden light that cut through the sky... Was it related to you? The power contained in that light was quite similar to the War God Battle Qi you once used...”
Upon hearing news of Azura, Midir’s mind suddenly flashed back to that golden light that had decided the course of the battle.
He knew well that if that light hadn't appeared in time, they wouldn't have achieved victory so smoothly.
Aila raised an eyebrow at his words, appearing as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately sighed and replied.
“Yes, that golden light was indeed related to me. To be more precise, it was the work of my stinky old man and his lot. As for how they managed to lock onto Agaleqi so precisely, I haven't asked them yet. But if you’re really interested, I can go find out for you when I head home later.”
Midir showed a look of sudden realization before asking with concern.
“No wonder... There’s no need to go out of your way to ask, then. I was just a bit curious. More importantly, are your injuries okay now?”
Faced with Midir’s concerned gaze, Aila’s face turned slightly red. She lowered her head and answered quickly.
“I’ve been fine for a long time. It’s just that the life energy in my pendant has been exhausted. Who would have thought that a single trip here would use up two of my life-saving trump cards? I’ll have to ask Blake and the others for some compensation later.”
Listening to their conversation from the side, Blake managed to squeeze out a smile that carried a hint of helplessness as he interjected awkwardly.
“As for the compensation, please rest assured, Miss Aila—we will do our best to satisfy your request. It’s just that you know the state of the fortress right now. Money is needed everywhere, so things are a bit tight.”
Seeing Blake quickly back down, Aila couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. She gave him a gesture to indicate he shouldn't worry, then turned back to Midir.
“By the way, Midir, while you were asleep these past few days, people from the Church of Light came by several times saying they wanted to see you. I sent them away for you, though. Is there some special agreement or matter between you and them?”
By now, Midir had already finished off the large bowl of hot meat porridge, but his hunger didn't seem to have fully subsided. He then took a large piece of dried meat from his storage space, carefully tore it into strips, and began to chew with relish.
Faced with Aila’s question, he frowned slightly and thought for a moment before answering.
“No, I only coordinated with them in battle. Did you ask what they wanted with me?”
Aila looked at the pile of food in front of him and casually picked up a piece of dried meat, slowly putting it into her mouth as she replied nonchalantly.
“I did try to pry twice, but they were always tight-lipped. The Church of Light’s way of doing things is always so mysterious and preachy. Personally, I really don't like having too much contact with those mystical types. But since you’re awake, you can go give them a reply. After all, they did contribute a lot of strength in this defense.”
Midir nodded in agreement. “In that case, I’ll pay them a visit later to show my thanks. Their support really helped us a lot.”
Having said that, he went back to focusing on the food in front of him, trying to fill the void in his body with delicious flavors.
Once the serious business was over, Blake spoke from the side with an excited tone.
“Mr. Midir, the heroic performance of you and Mr. Phoenix has already become a legend here. The soldiers talk about your heroic deeds every day; you’ve practically become the role models in our hearts.”
“Ah, right, right! Mr. Midir the Great Hero—the adventurers have actually given you a title: ‘The Brilliant White Mage’! You’ve done quite well, young man. You know, it took this lady over a year of hard work to get a nickname.”
Aila also showed a teasing smile as she patted Midir on the shoulder.
Midir didn't take her teasing to heart. Instead, he swallowed the food in his mouth and turned his head curiously.
“Hmm? Although I’m not really into titles and such, it sounds quite nice. Speaking of which, what is your title? I don't think I’ve ever heard you mention it.”
“Ah... Huh? That... well, it’s not really something worth caring about. I don't even acknowledge my own title because it doesn't sound very good. Just don't ask, okay?”
Aila’s expression changed slightly, and a flash of embarrassment and discomfort crossed her eyes. She bit her lip gently, appearing to hesitate over whether to answer. Ultimately, she chose to brush it off.
Seeing the complex and conflicted look on Aila’s face, Blake tried his best to stifle a laugh while attempting to quietly reveal something to Midir.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he was glared back into silence by the furious look Aila shot him. He could only scratch his head sheepishly and close his mouth in embarrassment.
Midir watched their expressions and was about to say something when a knock sounded at the door at an inopportune moment. A few seconds later, a guard entered, gave Blake a respectful salute, and reported methodically.
“Master Blake, the documents from all sectors have been compiled. There are forty-five files awaiting your signature and confirmation, along with seventeen urgent matters requiring your attention. Should you handle them now, or discuss them later? Additionally, the Priest from the Church of Light has visited again, expressing a wish to meet with Mr. Midir. Should I make arrangements?”
As soon as the guard finished his report, the face Blake had just tried to squeeze a smile onto was instantly covered in clouds of gloom again. He let out a long sigh and looked at Midir helplessly.
“Sigh, the life of a leader really isn't easy. There’s always endless work. But since you’ve recovered, Mr. Midir, I’ll go deal with those trifles first. As for that Priest, what do you think...?”
Midir thought for a moment and then replied readily.
“Let him come. I don't have anything urgent right now anyway. The Church of Light did provide a lot of help during this battle, so I can't keep avoiding them. Set a time, and we'll meet.”
“Great! Then I’ll arrange for him to meet you in the drawing room in ten minutes. If you need anything from the manor, Mr. Midir, just give the word to the guards at any time.”
After saying this, Blake nodded to the two sitting on the edge of the bed and left the room with the guard.
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