the power of."

"Wait, this...isn't this..."

At the moment when she unexpectedly opened her mouth, at close range, Fangran saw Ophia's indifferent reply:

"That's right, it's equivalent to me lending you part of my magic power."

Lend me magic power... Such a thing can really be done...

Knowing that generally speaking, participants would never lend the magic energy that is the source of their strength to others, Fangran saw her hands placed above the Moon Goddess Hunting, and the dim light reflected the same bright blue eyes as on the plane.

"Because I still need to fill the energy of the magical coordinates, and I also need to control my ability to fight. I can't control too many ether elves. About a thousand magic energy is my current limit."

Listening to her explanation, I can feel that this is the trust she showed after admitting herself. Although a thousand magic powers are of little use to Fang Ran who is squandering "infinite",

But he looked at the beautiful blond figure in front of him and smiled softly and thanked her.

"That's enough, thank you."

"fine."

Listening to Osphia's still calm tone,

At this moment, Fangran also felt that kind of 'connection' from her.

When he looked at that handsome side face under the blond hair, he could not help laughing like a good friend, scratched his head and sighed:

"Although you are the eldest daughter of a former noble, how powerful do you have to be? You can open three systems by yourself and still push the main line. I have begun to doubt the meaning of the gourd's existence."

"There is no time to say such unintelligible words. You might as well think carefully about how to unleash the power of this night weapon. The method of using it by just injecting magic energy is too crude. The night weapon in the teacher's hands is definitely not like this.

use,"

Hearing what Fangran said, Ophia raised her eyebrows slightly, then recovered quickly. It was difficult for people to guess whether her mood had improved a little, and her words were still calm.

"If this was not an A-level night weapon, you would have lost to me in a C-level battle."

"Haha, it's really..."

Watching the moon hunt being gradually attached to the elf's light, Fangran, who heard what Ophia said, scratched his cheek and smiled and admitted,

He also thought that every time he used this night weapon, the bowstring where the magic energy was condensed would eventually break.

Speaking of which, he hasn't had time to fully explore the power of this night weapon.

Recalling the 'special' scene where he was hunted by the Moon God not long ago, and recalling his experiences up to now, Fangran looked at the scene in front of him and smiled softly:

"You may not believe it, but it has only been a few months since I awakened and became a participant. Although I gained a lot of power by accident,"

As soon as the action of activating the ability stopped, Osphia's blue eyes opened slightly and subconsciously looked at Fangran, and saw him admitting with a smile pretending to be helpless:

"But this is my first time... experiencing this kind of thing like a normal participant..."

Recalling the days before that bonfire night, Fangran suddenly felt a little distant nostalgia. He looked at the Eiffel Tower in full glory in the night, his dark eyes were quiet and his voice was murmuring.

"I am actually a Originator. I have never experienced an awakening scene to hone my determination. Until not long ago, I was like an ordinary person. I didn't care about or have any contact with everything in the night battle world."

"So now I have figured out what I want to do, but I still can't make up my mind about who I want to be in the future."

I can't let go of my daily routine.

I may not be able to bear the responsibility of being 'unlimited'.

I don't know when the control of the ether elf has been restored. Osphia lowered her eyes and stared at the glimmer of light on the bow. She was silent for a while before slowly speaking:

"Did you know that there is a spirit among the Western aristocracy called noblesse?"

"I remember it seemed like it was a kind of noblesse oblige...?"

Looking at her figure surrounded by the elf halo from a close distance, Fangran came from a family that was a genuine ancient aristocrat in Italy in the past. Fangran didn't understand why she mentioned this, so she answered with some uncertainty.

"Yes, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Those in power should do more for the weak. This is such a noble and selfless moral concept,"

Osphia's expression was quiet, as if she was sincere and serious about telling this matter, but her words changed slightly in the next second.

"But I think that's just a superficial boast that people make."

"Eh?"

Not only was she surprised by her sudden turn of events, Fangran was also surprised that even as a member of the 'nobles', she actually said such denials.

"Even among the real nobles in the past, not many people were willing to perform this obligation for free regardless of their own interests. And those who really did it did not do it because of a simple noblesse."

With a quiet look in her blue eyes, Fangran listened to her faint statement.

"You want to get glory, you don't want to see people die, you just admire someone, you don't want someone to succeed... Everyone stands up for some reason, and this is especially true for 'us'."

"I once watched a Chinese movie, and the last sentence of the protagonist impressed me deeply."

Her blond hair was fluttering in the night wind, and Ophia's face was bright in the bustling city and the dim light of the elves, and she whispered the words in her memory.

"I am a martial arts practitioner. When I encounter injustice, I must stand up,"

"This is our original intention in learning martial arts."

Unexpectedly, she would also watch such a movie. The moment she heard these words, she was entranced,

Fangran saw Ophia looking at him, azure blue and darkness facing each other on the rooftops of Paris at night, with the light of the Eiffel Tower standing in the distance.

"The teacher once told me that at some point the participants will hear a voice that is the same as this original intention and what they were thinking in their hearts when they awakened,"

Then she stood up after seeing the end of the attachment of the ethereal spirit, and her figure was etched in the lights of downtown Paris.

"If you haven't experienced the awakening scene, so you still can't make up your mind,"
Chapter completed!