Frilian: Starting by inheriting the title of the Southern Hero

Chapter 44 The Unobservable Person

With the door closed, only two people remained in the large room.

Celia crossed her arms and stared directly into Lynn's eyes, saying, "Tell me what you know about this assassination plot against me."

"All we know right now is that you might die."

Lynn said.

"Yeah?."

A hint of sadness flashed across Celia's eyes. She stood up from the sofa, turned to look out the window, and said, "I never thought I'd hear those words from a human. My foolish apprentices can't even imagine what my death will be like."

"...From this perspective, as a warrior, you are indeed above ordinary people."

"To receive such praise from Lady Celia, shouldn't I open a bottle of wine to celebrate?"

Lynn joked.

"Alright, stop with the sweet talk. Besides, I don't need you by my side for this operation."

Celia turned and walked to the sofa, sitting down again with her legs crossed and one hand supporting her chin. Her tone was noticeably heavier.

"Keep an eye on Frillie's side."

"She has trustworthy companions on her side, so nothing will happen."

Lynn's tone turned slightly somber. "Seria, have you used precognitive magic?"

Celia's fingers, which were supporting her chin, paused slightly. She quickly raised her eyelids, her golden eyes revealing a hint of surprise.

"I didn't expect you to know even this. No wonder the Southern Hero mentioned you back then."

Upon hearing this, Lynn was equally surprised.

There is indeed a scene in the original work where Celie meets the Southern Hero, but he did not expect the Southern Hero to mention him in front of Celie.

It seems that today's events were within the hero's expectations.

"What did he say?" Lynn asked.

He said that a young man who wields dual swords, who is not destined for this world, will appear in the future, and that I should trust him completely.

Celia's expression turned to one of recollection. "Now it seems he was referring to you."

"That is truly an honor to be mentioned by two such important figures."

Lynn shrugged.

"But your personality is really not likable."

Celia looked away. "Now that you know about precognitive dreams, can you guess what I saw?"

"Your death."

The images from the original comic book flashed through Lynn's mind.

In that scene, Celia's head was severed off.

"That's right, in the precognitive dream, I was already dead."

Celia nodded, her expression calm. "I don't even know who the other party is, what methods they used, or what the future holds."

"...Speaking of which, you seem to know quite a lot. Can you tell me who did it?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know either."

Lynn shook his head with a wry smile.

"It's alright, after all, they did hide it very well."

"But my foolish apprentices would do something stupid if they knew I saw this future, so I can't let them know," Celia said.

After saying that, she stood up, walked to the bookshelf, and ran her fingers over the ancient magic books. "My foolish apprentices are incapable of devising a battle plan based on the premise of 'Seria's death.' If something really happens to me, they might do something foolish. So I need someone to protect them."

Lynn was somewhat moved and suddenly said, "In that case, why don't we run away?"

Celia's fingers suddenly stopped on the spine of the book. She turned and looked at Lynn as if he were an idiot. "Are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

Lynn spread his hands. "At least if it were me, knowing I was going to die, I would definitely turn around and run away happily. Otherwise, once I turned around, there would be no going back."

"A pleasant escape?"

Celia pondered for a moment, and after a long while, a bitter smile appeared on her face.

"Do you think I haven't tried?"

"...In the countless branches of precognitive dreams, I have tried all sorts of ways to escape."

Celia whispered, "I've tried using clones, illusions, and even leaving the capital altogether, abandoning this celebration."

While this would avoid death, it would lead to the killing of many mages affiliated with the Continental Magic Association.

Although neither choice can prevent their sacrifice, the magic that sacrifices itself is the least likely to result in sacrifice.

Many of those magicians who sacrificed their lives were indispensable to their respective regions, serving as a vital force in maintaining order, suppressing monsters, and fighting off remnants of the Demon King's army.

They absolutely must not be affected by this.

"So, they've all become hostages."

Lynn said.

"Yes, hostages."

Celia's speech slowed down, even taking on a slightly melancholic tone.

"In all the futures, only if I die here will the number of mages sacrificed be the fewest. In this way, most people can survive, and the foundation of the Continental Magic Association can be preserved."

"...It seems that the other party is also someone who can foresee the future. Only someone who can also see the future can accurately block all my escape routes among countless possibilities."

Celia fiddled with a strand of hair on her chest. "I just never imagined that my ending would be like this."

Lynn stared quietly at Celia's somewhat frail figure, unsure of what to say.

This great mage, revered by the world, looked somewhat lonely at this moment.

"However, there is one thing I find very interesting."

Celia turned and took two steps closer to Lynn. "In all the futures I've seen, you're nowhere to be found."

"This situation can only prove one thing."

She leaned forward slightly, almost touching Lynn's chin. "You can also foresee the future, and your level is so high that my precognitive magic cannot detect your existence at all."

"Is that just your guess?" Lynn asked calmly.

"It's not a guess, because my precognitive dream also failed to predict the Southern Hero. My judgment is that his precognitive abilities are far beyond my reach, so I cannot observe them."

Celia's lips twitched slightly, a hint of self-mockery in them. "But that also means that enemies who can also foresee the future are unlikely to be able to detect you either."

"...So, in the eyes of both me and the enemy, you are a variable. Perhaps this variable can really change something."

I don't know if I can change anything.

Lynn's tone remained calm, "But if you're willing to pay an equal amount, I'll do my best to ensure your survival and the survival of everyone else."

"That's an interesting comment."

For the first time, Celia showed a gentle smile. "In that case, can I entrust my foolish apprentices to you?"

"Does this count as a commission?"

"If you say so, then so be it."

"Let's talk about compensation first."

Lynn said without any politeness.

"Oh? What kind of reward do you want?"

Celia showed an interested expression.

"If you survive this, how about we go on a trip together?"

Lynn spoke frankly.

"Go to hell."

Celia spoke coldly.

"How indifferent."

Lynn laughed, "Let's put the reward aside for now."

"Seria, do you really think your death can reduce the casualty rate of mages in the Continental Magic Association to the lowest possible level?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do I need to explain that?"

Lynn's smile faded, and he said seriously, "You just said that you don't know what will happen after you die. Haven't you considered that the Continental Magic Association will simply disappear after you die?"