Inside the dip-dye tower, Tara was holding a thin piece of parchment in her hand, which contained information about the princess Marshall falling into a deep sleep, and a request for her to rush over as soon as possible to check.

To be honest, her first feeling was, why is there no automatic defense circle in the Palace of Porcello? The nightmare and the "Original Rune" are actually similar in nature, and they should be able to block it easily. But the letter contained

She didn't explain the reason, just the result. She couldn't make any judgment about it.

"Sister Tara, what's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Her little follower Kate saw that her expression was not quite right, so she stepped forward and asked.

The number of people who enter the Dip-Dye Tower to request engraving has become very small. What is surprising is that even if people have money, they rarely dare to go to the Dip-Dye Tower to engrave magic patterns. Perhaps it is due to a series of heavy pressures imposed by the government inexplicably.

, maybe it’s people’s fear of King Charles, or maybe it’s the Brotherhood’s intervention in this matter. Even some magic schools have encountered difficulties in recruiting students, and have had to close down and merge.

"Oh... what a mess..." Tara held her forehead and kept muttering, "The princess named Marshall seems to have been affected by the nightmare. I originally wanted to see what happened to this matter.

We have to deal with it this way, but now we have to put it aside later.”

Tara still remembered that she had seen this little girl in the hall of the Palace of Porcello. She was quite delicate and had a bit of determination in her eyes. She completely believed that King Charles would not do anything good to this niece.

Thoughtful. It’s not that Yaris has never produced a queen, and there are more than one, and even quite often.

She was in a bit of a dilemma now. If she went and cured this little girl, she would probably be in trouble. If she didn't go, it would definitely not be in line with the contract between the Star Society and the royal family, and it would not be justified. But this time

The nightmare power seems to be very powerful, and Tara is not sure whether it can bring the little girl out of the dream. To be honest, her first impression of Marshall is actually good.

"This is quite serious. If she is marked, no one can save her..." Kate whispered worriedly, "You go and take a look first, I will help you with other matters.

There shouldn't be any big problems."

Tara naturally believed in her apprentice. After all, he had been with her for more than ten years. She immediately walked out of the dip-dye tower and quickly stepped into a small magic circle in front of the dip-dye tower that was engraved with magic patterns. In her eyes, there was the brilliance of magic.

Emerging slowly.

Bang! Sand and gravel splash!

Her boots slammed to the ground, and a trickle of dark green magic stretched from the soles of her feet, like rapidly growing vines that quickly filled the dried magic patterns on the ground. The brilliance of the runes became more and more dazzling, and the ground under Tara's feet gradually

The vibration caused fine dust to fly in panic in the air.

Click——

It was a bright green rune, just floating in the air, and everything around it was revolving around it. The light was distorted, and the space was trembling. The rune became brighter and brighter, and the space trembled more violently, even pulling out several pieces in the air.

A deep and dark crack.

Tara reached out and touched it gently with her slender white fingertips. Her fingers were stained with a bottomless layer of starlight.

puff!

The next moment, the space returned to calm and its original tranquility. Tara's figure had disappeared from the place, leaving only a faint scent - women always like to dress up, and of course, spraying a little perfume is what Tara loves.

My own little pursuit. She is very beautiful, much more beautiful than ordinary women.

At this time, a dazzling light curtain was arrogantly opened around the Palace of Porcello, and the sound of beeping and beeping was faint, lingering around the periphery of the palace. Tara frowned and pursed her lips.

Looking at the scene in front of me, I was speechless.

What kind of trick was it? Almost half of the Vatican was covered by this nightmare. This is obviously a symbol of the second-level nightmare! In the past, Aiwuni had already dispatched the executive officer of the Department of Magic to do this. Why now?

Not even a single fart from the brotherhood directly belonging to the king? Moreover, this dream world is still expanding. If it continues to be swallowed up, the consequences will be really disastrous...

A young eunuch quickly ran over and asked her to go to the inner palace to find out what was going on with Marshall. It was said that the magicians in the palace were helpless against this situation. She really didn't want the situation to be like what Kate said just now, because this

It's not fun at all and could kill someone.

Marshall's bedroom is in the southwest of the palace, and the small separate room is particularly conspicuous. From a distance, a blond girl lies flat on a white bed shrouded in the sun, spotless, quiet, solemn, but also a bit cute.

The skin that can be broken by blows has a flowing golden luster under the sunlight. Unfortunately, everything is lifeless and has no smart luster.

There were many people gathered around Marshall, including eunuchs, richly dressed royal relatives, and the chief warlock of the warlock corps, but Charlie was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's King Charlie?" Although Tara had thoughts in her mind, she had to be polite, "This little girl doesn't look like she's in very good condition."

"King Charles has something to do today -" A eunuch stepped forward, but was interrupted by the chief warlock.

"Miss Tara!" This sorcerer is a high-level four-magic pattern, "Miss Marshall, she, she was marked by the nightmare! Please think of a way! She is extremely talented, and she can't just waste it...

..”

"Sure enough..." Tara bit her lower lip, her face not looking good, "This... I may not be able to do anything about it, I have to kill the nightmare from the inside out...

."

There was an uproar. One of the dignified General Consuls of the Star Society couldn't even remove a small mark? Of course, this was just people cursing in a hurry. The mark of nightmare is not so easy to remove, Tara can use strong means to remove it.

All the marks set by Barbatos were shattered, but she could not guarantee that Marshall's soul could survive the magic whirlpool...

"Let me take a look first. If the lady's soul is losing, then I can slow it down a little." Tara's voice was half majestic, which could easily calm the people around her.

Tara stretched out her left hand and gently stroked Marshall's long golden hair. Five magic lines lit up from his neck, using it as a source and spreading endlessly around him. Everyone had to disperse and avoid the tower.

Pull powerful and mysterious power.

It was a starlight as beautiful as a foggy pavilion. In the night sky, which was the same as the bright night sky, the indescribable majesty echoed in the huge small room.

【In my name.】

Densely packed magical threads burst out from Tara's fingertips, mingling and blending together, eventually turning into a dark blue light ribbon, which was easily inserted into Marshall's right chest.

【homology】

The simplest, yet most effective method.

What appeared in front of Tara now was a black space, and her mind was no longer in the original room. She descended her [projection] into the dream world where Marshall was.

That's...the cross.

Tara's lips were dry.

Almost all of her body was covered with crosses... Tara subconsciously looked at her heart and discovered that the worst thing had indeed happened to this girl.

Her soul is being sucked out.

Only the purest, most defenseless, and most absorbable souls will suffer this fate. The nightmare can only do this once per feeding.

Tara immediately stretched out her palm, and numerous stars gathered in her palm, eventually turning into a translucent sword.

The entire space is a big lake, an endless darkness. The light silver reflection of the scabbard trembles slightly, shooting out mottled marks.

Starlight flashed across, bursting into endless glow in the space. As the cross trembling deep in the heart, countless cracks climbed up.

Bang! Explode until it turns into gray-black powder without any vitality or pressure.

Tara lowered her head and stared blankly at the black hole in Marshall's heart in front of her. That represented true emptiness, the emptiness deep in the soul.

"Alas..." She sighed and shook her head slightly, "A good person does a good deed, will you help me to the end?"

The originally deep black was replaced by warm, rich and strange starlight.

This is not a completion, just a crude replacement. The real completion must be done by yourself.

There was a blur in front of her eyes, and the quiet starlight in Tara's eyes disappeared.

"How, how is it?"

"Part of her soul has been sucked out, and I'm temporarily helping her make up for it." Tara's tone did not waver at all, "Nightmare will not continue to absorb her soul, but I personally can't control the nightmare.

I don’t have the ability to take care of it.”

"This..." The chief warlock looked embarrassed, and his stubble was a bit white.

"I will go and tell you. My people will not sit there and eat. Our alliance still exists. If King Charles does not need us, I will naturally not appear here."

Tara blinked her beautiful eyes and smiled.
Chapter completed!