Chapter 229: The Teleportation Gate Problem, and the Troubled Lyra
“Miranda, can you hear me?”
Leon waited in silence for Miranda to respond. However, after a few minutes passed with no reply, he felt a pang of astonishment.
“Huh? Why isn’t Miranda answering my calls? This isn’t like her,” Leon mused, frowning slightly.
In the past, Miranda had always answered his calls promptly, so her lack of response now felt unusual and unsettling.
“Is something preventing her from answering my calls?” As this thought crossed his mind, Leon felt a pang of concern.
In recent days, he and Miranda had communicated less frequently, primarily because she had been engrossed in investigating why the Holy Sword of Zenith had failed to respond to his call several days ago.
Although he deeply appreciated Miranda’s eagerness to help, he couldn’t shake the worry that she might be overexerting herself.
After all, the problem with the Holy Sword of Zenith was both unusual and complex, as nothing like this had ever occurred before.
“Hah, I can only hope Miranda can be reached soon. If not, I might have to resort to summoning her directly,” Leon sighed, taking a sip of his hot coffee.
As the sword spirit of the Great Sword of Chaos, Miranda was intrinsically linked to it, making it relatively simple for him to summon her through the sword.
However, he was reluctant to do so immediately, as the appearance of the Great Sword of Chaos always caused a significant and troublesome phenomenon.
Leon continued sipping his coffee, eyes closed as he tried to relax, when suddenly there was a knock on his room door.
*Knock!*
“Your Majesty Leon, it’s Lyra. I’ve brought you breakfast. May I come in?”
At the sound of the knock and Lyra’s voice, Leon snapped out of his daydream, quickly glanced at the clock, and then focused on the door.
“Of course, Lyra. Please, come in,” Leon said, rising from his seat.
*Clack!*
After receiving permission, Lyra carefully opened the door, entered the room, and wheeled the food trolley to the side of the sofa.
“Good morning, Your Majesty Leon,” Lyra greeted respectfully, bowing her head.
Leon responded with a gentle smile and a slight nod. “Good morning, Lyra. How are you this morning?”
Lyra raised her gaze, her expression as emotionless as usual. “I’m fine, Your Majesty.”
“Good,” Leon said with a small nod, then exchanged a few words with Lyra. After their brief conversation, Lyra set about arranging the food from the trolley onto the table in front of the sofa.
Behind her, Leon smiled as he leaned against the wall, intentionally not interrupting her.
However, a sudden question crossed Leon’s mind, sparking his curiosity.
“By the way, Lyra, may I ask you something?” Leon inquired.
Lyra turned to him, nodding. “Of course, Your Majesty Leon. Please, go ahead.”
Leon walked over to the food trolley, picked up a biscuit, and ate it as he prepared to ask his question.
“Has there been any recent news about the war in the Desert of Chaos?” Leon asked, chewing his biscuit with interest.
Lyra shook her head, her expression indifferent. “Unfortunately, there has been no new information from the battlefield, Your Majesty Leon. The two forces are still locked in fierce war, with neither side gaining a decisive advantage.”
Lyra’s response, as expected, made Leon let out a small sigh.
In recent days, he had been closely monitoring the ongoing war in the Desert of Chaos with Liliana, and the outcome matched what Lyra had reported—neither side showed any signs of gaining or losing ground.
‘The Holy Empire of Elysium is indeed extraordinarily powerful,’ Leon muttered to himself, narrowing his eyes.
An empire that has endured for 7,000 years, like the Holy Empire of Elysium, is certainly not to be underestimated.
Even without his presence as the sword hero, they can still withstand the full strength of the Demon troops.
Naturally, Leon recognized that this situation was closely tied to the presence of Luna and Valen—the other two heroes of humanity.
Given their exceptional strength and the transcendent night they had experienced recently, they could be considered the most formidable figures on the battlefield, aside from the Archdemon that Liliana had deployed as the Demon army’s main commander.
Therefore, he wasn’t overly surprised that the Demon army had yet to breach humanity’s defenses.
Snapping out of his reverie, Leon took another biscuit and ate it while casting a casual glance at Lyra.
“Since there has been no significant progress on the battlefield, does this mean you’ll be leaving soon to assist the Demon army?” Leon asked with interest.
In the strategy he had devised with Liliana earlier, he had included two archdemons as the main commanders, with Lyra being one of them.
However, due to issues with the teleportation gate, Liliana had to recall Lyra, leaving the Demon army currently under the command of just one archdemon.
As she arranged the food on the table, Lyra shook her head and replied with a nonchalant tone, “Given the current stalemate on the battlefield, I should have been dispatched to assist the Demon army.”
“However, since the teleportation gate connecting the outer palace to the Desert of Chaos is not yet complete, I must remain here to finish it promptly.”
Leon, taken aback by her words, stared at her in bewilderment.
“The teleportation gate still isn’t complete? How is that possible?” he asked, his brow furrowed in concern.
The completion of the teleportation gate was supposed to have been finished days ago, according to the plan Liliana had shared with him. Yet, how could it still not be completed?
With an unusually somber expression, Lyra shook her head and explained, “There are several complex reasons for the delay. The main obstacle, however, is a barrier in the Desert of Chaos that blocks teleportation magic.”
Leon’s eyes widened in surprise as he asked, “A barrier that blocks teleportation magic in the Desert of Chaos?”
Lyra nodded slightly and inquired, “Your Majesty Leon, have you heard about the exceptionally powerful magic field in the Chaos Desert?”
Leon blinked and, folding his arms across his chest, replied, “Yes, Lyra. I’ve indeed heard about the powerful magic field in the Desert of Chaos.”
In the past, he had frequently exchanged ideas with Rain on various topics, one of which was the strangness of the Desert of Chaos.
Rain had explained that an extremely powerful magic field emanated from the Chaos Desert, extending for thousands of kilometers into the surrounding area.
This magic field created significant challenges for mages, weakening and suppressing them so that they could only wield 70 to 80 percent of their full power.
While a 20 to 30 percent reduction in power might seem minor, for mages—especially those as formidable as Rain or Liliana—it represents a significant loss.
Hence, one can imagine how horrifying the magic field in the desert of chaos is for mages.
Noticing Leon’s awareness of the issue, Lyra continued with a slightly annoyed, nonchalant tone, “Actually, the magic field not only weakens a mage’s power but also disrupts any attempts at teleportation within its range.”
“As a result, the construction of the teleportation gate, which was supposed to be completed days ago, has been delayed.”
Leon’s eyes widened in surprise as he absorbed the information.
“So that’s how it is,” he muttered, nodding slightly with a thoughtful expression.
To be honest, this was the first time he had learned that the magic field in the Desert of Chaos could dispel teleportation magic, which came as quite a surprise.
After all, he had only heard about the magic field from Rain, who hadn’t mentioned this particular detail.
Furthermore, as he wasn’t a mage himself, he was completely unaffected by the magic field in the Desert of Chaos.
Leon quickly snapped out of his reverie and asked, “Even so, shouldn’t you or Liliana have anticipated this issue? Why, then, did Liliana still decide to proceed with building the teleportation gate?”
He knew that neither Liliana nor Lyra could have been unaware of the potential problem, so he was keen to understand their reasoning.
Lyra, recognizing his confusion, sighed softly, her emotionless face showing a hint of puzzlement. “Actually, this situation is quite complex, Your Majesty Leon.”
“Complex? What do you mean?” Leon inquired with genuine curiosity.
Lyra carefully placed the last plate from the trolley onto the table, then stood up and turned to face Leon.
“Your Majesty Leon, do you recall when I first returned to the palace after being called back from my punishment by Her Majesty the Demon Emperor?” She asked in an indifferent tone.
Leon’s eyebrows rose slightly at the question, and he nodded before responding, “Yes, I remember. Was there something significant that happened that day?”
Lyra nodded and explained, “When I returned to the palace that night, I saw a strange phenomenon—a dazzling purplish-black light streaking across the sky.”
“Even though the light was far off, I could feel the overwhelming terror and pressure it emanated. It was even far more intimidating than the pressure from Her Majesty the Demon Emperor.”
Leon’s expression froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he processed her words.
“The purplish-black light? Wasn’t that the result of summoning the Great Sword of Chaos?” Leon thought to himself.
However, he chose to remain silent and waited for Lyra to continue her explanation.
Lyra paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and then said, “The main issue isn’t just the appearance of the purplish-black light, but its aftermath.”
“The aftermath?” Leon asked, intrigued.
Lyra nodded, her expression growing serious. “After the purplish-black light appeared, I detected a sudden shift in the magic field of the Desert of Chaos. Its power increased tenfold!”
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A/N: Ahem! I am sorry for only being able to update because there was a little problem yesterday, which made me unable to update.
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