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“Go ahead and tell me, I won’t guess.” Nelson crossed his bare feet, picked up the brewed black tea on the table, and listened attentively to the young man’s words.

"Two dead, two injured, and one missing. Adding to those she fought before—Princess Misella of Italy, Duke Richelieu, Duke of Orléans, and Princess Alexandra of Denmark even earlier—she has defeated a total of eight magical ladies." White himself couldn't help but frown as he said this.

"Eight?!" Nelson was so surprised that she spilled her tea on her chest. A servant, noticing his mistress's lapse, bent down to wipe her with a towel, but Nelson stopped him.

"Are you sure Ticino River is fighting five people at once?" Nelson stood up, looking somewhat surprised. Compared to the issue with her clothes, Nelson was clearly more concerned about the princess's strength. If the previous one-on-one fight was normal, then the subsequent fight against five people was far beyond common sense. Such strength could very well change the current landscape of Europe and disrupt the existing balance between the great powers.

"Fortunately, many surviving Italian soldiers claimed that they saw the Austrian princess eventually collapse from exhaustion and fall into the Ticino River, her fate unknown. Combined with the Austrian reaction, it can be confirmed that they did not find their princess either."

"So?" Nelson sat back down, waiting for the young man to finish speaking.

"We, the Jesuits, hope to join hands with the British Empire to find Her Highness Gisela. If she is already dead, then her remains are yours. If not, we also hope that you will turn her into a corpse." As he said this, a kind and gentle look seemed to reveal a kind of ugly and dangerous beast-like aura.

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Chapter 235 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter96 Beauty Can Save a Hero (Seeking Votes)

You are a clergyman, is it really appropriate for you to show such a fierce and arrogant demeanor? Although Nelson was quite displeased with the priest's appearance, she prioritized the interests of the British Empire and did not immediately refuse his request.

"And what is His Majesty's opinion?" She didn't believe that the kind-hearted Victoria would allow the cabinet to do such a thing.

“My lord, for the sake of the empire, sometimes we must learn to share His Majesty’s burdens; this is our responsibility.” White did not directly answer Nelson’s question, but instead emphasized the word “responsibility.” These words undoubtedly struck Nelson’s weak spot.

So a brief hesitation appeared in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

"Alright, I understand, let's set off now!"

Let's return to the present moment—

Nelson raised his right hand, lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, tossed it to the ground, drew his sword, and gave the order to attack.

After several rounds of artillery bombardment, Thiers finally gave the order to attack. The attacking force, centered around the magical armor piloted by Elisabeth de Lacroix, then swiftly stormed into the village as planned. As for Thiers herself, she had no interest in doing these menial tasks; delegating them to Miss Elisabeth was something she had already decided to do.

"Arrest all young women, and leave no adult men, children, or the elderly alive." Although Elizabeth was carrying out a mission assigned to her by her superior, and her only objective was to kill Princess Gisela, she was unwilling to miss this opportunity to stockpile blood. Women's blood was a treasure bestowed by heaven, and Madame Bathory's notes were a precious legacy she left to the world. Despite being a mage, she possessed an unprecedentedly morbid obsession with youth and beauty.

And so, a massacre of civilians quietly took place in this village with only a few hundred people.

"Has anyone seen the Austrian princess?" Elizabeth asked the soldiers in the distance, but unfortunately they could not find any trace of her in the ravaged village before them.

"Damn it!" Elizabeth stomped her foot in frustration, then piloted her magic armor into the sky. The night was already illuminated by burning houses and towering flames. She squinted, trying to find Gisela's trail from above. However, the blinding light beneath her feet prevented her vision from quickly adapting to the darkness, and even with the advantage of visibility, she still couldn't spot any trace of her opponent.

Gisela and the others hadn't gone far either, as the previous battles had taken their toll, and their physical bodies were no match for the fully armed enemy magic users. Gisela stopped using magic, and her hair returned to its original golden color. Chloris, noticing Gisela's change, tried to approach her with interest, but Gisela pushed her away.

"What time is it! Still thinking about these strange things?" Gisela scolded Chloris.

Despite some minor mishaps, they still managed to leave the village successfully.

Analyzing the current situation, it's certain that Chloris is quite powerful, but the extent to which the Prussians are willing to help is debatable. As for Miss Garibaldi, an Italian sorceress, while she has been following her without showing obvious hostility, she cannot be categorized as an ally. After all, Gisela is well aware that they intend to lure her to Genoa.

His most trusted maid, Rita, is injured and unconscious; he doesn't really know Miss Aponia, who is friendly to him; and there's also Reina, who has lost her sister.

Gisela suddenly realized that she had no one around her who could help her, a situation that made it impossible for her to be optimistic (in fact, most people would be willing to risk their lives for her 0v0).

Just as Gisela was in distress, a dark shadow blocked their path.

Just then, the moonlight gently brushed against the clouds, casting its bright light upon the earth once more. From the shadows, a striking red-haired woman appeared before them, followed by hundreds of Royal Marines in civilian clothes.

"Miss, may I ask who you are...?" Gisela frowned as she looked at the mysterious force with unclear intentions. For some reason, Gisela felt like she had seen this red-haired woman before, like a certain ship girl from a cute, child-friendly game she had played. However, she quickly shook her head; it must be a hallucination. After all, being single for so long makes everything remind you of your wife.

“A passerby…” Nelson’s lips moved slightly, and his fluent London accent was enough for Gisela, with her exceptional language skills, to instantly identify the person in front of her.

“My lord, I do not believe that you and your men, holding sword hilts at this moment, are simply passing through here. Of course, your British army has no reason to be in Italy.” Gisela said this simply to confirm the British army’s position more quickly.

"Hmph! Interesting." Nelson's lips curled slightly as he watched the girl who had revealed their identities in her very first sentence. They had deliberately disguised themselves in civilian clothes and removed all identifying marks to avoid being discovered, all to conceal their identities. Yet, they had been so easily seen through.

“With such intelligence, and those fox ears on your head, you must be Gisela Louise Marie,” Nelson sneered, then drew his weapon and plunged the tip of his sword into the soft soil.

"Is this your answer?" Gisela bowed, for some reason she suddenly found herself unable to control her magical energy to unleash blue flames. She couldn't find the reason, but since they were enemies, Gisela had no choice but to grit her teeth and give it her all.

Cold sweat trickled down her cute face. At this moment, she had to step forward. Without the magic armor that carried the shield amplifier, she was fighting without protection. Such a battle meant an even lower margin for error; any small mistake could be fatal.

While Gisela was struggling with her decision, Chloris walked up behind her, gently patted Gisela's shoulder, then fiddled with the dagger in her hand, gave her a smile, and then stared at the red-haired woman not far away with her scarlet eyes.

"By opposing her, you are opposing Germany. Your countries have ravaged our land and harmed our people for a thousand years, preventing us from uniting and forcing us to endure hunger and hardship. But all of this will not always go as you wish." Chloris grabbed Gisela's hand roughly and shielded her behind her.

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“She is not fighting alone. I, Chloris Elizabeth von Hohenzollern, will stand with her through thick and thin. Anyone who harms her is my enemy.”

"I would gladly let the crown be stained with blood and the country flow with blood for her sake, and I will crown her with the crown of a unified Germany!" Chloris said with a serious expression, and as if to convince her opponent of her determination, she tightened her grip on Gisela's waist, as if she were truly going to keep her promise.

"Ah, this..." Such a cool line was stolen by this annoying woman. Gisela regretted not saying it herself, but to be honest, being confessed to so affectionately by a woman still made Gisela feel a little secretly pleased, after all, Chloris was one of the most beautiful women.

"It's no use talking about Cloris, we need to defeat them first!" Gisela blushed slightly as she broke free from Cloris's embrace and picked up another weapon from Cloris's body.

"Hmph! Although we Britons only want to dominate the seas and have no interest in the affairs of the continent, in order to better dominate the seas, we must break the legs of all those who want to get involved with the seas in advance." As soon as he finished speaking, Nelson took a step forward and drew his sword to stab Gisela.

Chloris frowned slightly and continued her attack on Nelson from the front. With sparks from the metal clashing, both were forced backward by inertia and the recoil, moving in opposite directions from the direction of the strikes. Gisela seized the opportunity to flank Nelson and then attacked him. Nelson plunged the tip of his sword into the soil, forcibly stabilizing himself, and then kicked up a clump of earth, attempting to disrupt Gisela's attack.

With her vision obstructed, Gisela had no choice but to retreat. Nelson skillfully seized the opportunity and swung his sword at Gisela once again. Of course, Chloris' timely reinforcement once again deflected Nelson's attack.

"Tsk! What a hassle." Nelson closed one eye, glanced at the Jesuit priest in the group, and then turned his attention back to the two who seemed to be in perfect sync.

Prussia and Austria? The collaboration between the two princesses allowed her to see a somewhat dramatic future in the love-hate relationship between the Prussian and Austrian sisters—though this was merely a somewhat untimely conjecture. It's well known that the conflict between Prussia and Austria has a long history, and unless one side is completely defeated, reconciliation is impossible. Could it be that the two princesses have the ability to completely eliminate all existing prejudices and vested interest groups within their own countries?

After a brief separation, Chloris blinked her scarlet eyes at Gisela and launched the first attack, to which Gisela nodded in understanding.

The two charged forward simultaneously, closing in on Nelson from two directions. The red-haired girl smiled slightly and calmly dealt with the situation. After all, as the foremost swordswoman in Britain, aside from Queen Victoria with the added advantage of the Holy Sword, she was confident that she was second to none.

As Chloris drew near, she threw the dagger that was emitting a white light. Nelson leaned back slightly to dodge the dagger and then launched an attack on Chloris, who was now unarmed.

Chloris gently raised her right hand, and just then another dagger flew from behind Nelson. Nelson had to adjust his body again and abandon his attack on Chloris. In order to avoid the flying attack, he had no choice but to turn his back to the unarmed Chloris. The dagger passed over Nelson and was eventually caught by Chloris. The two exchanged daggers in the battle, and Nelson also revealed an opening in front of the two due to his careless movement.

Seizing the opportunity, Chloris slashed at Nelson's leg. Nelson, somewhat passive, had no choice but to plant his sword in the ground, step on the hilt, and leap high into the air. Gisela, who had been waiting for a long time, took off first and slashed her dagger at Nelson, who was already in mid-air with no way to dodge.

“Come on, Your Highness, it’s time to settle this.” The red-haired woman in front of her showed no fear whatsoever, but rather reacted as if it were expected. This made Gisela, who was hoping to defeat her in one move, feel something was off. So her intuition told her to give up on killing her with a dagger and instead kick Nelson back to the ground.

"Found them!" As the sound came from the ground, Elizabeth in the sky also noticed the battle in the forest. A "kind" smile appeared on her face, and then she swooped down towards the direction where Gisela and the others were.

Nelson, kicked back to the ground by Gisela, slammed heavily into the soft soil, the impact creating a large crater.

"Why did you let her go? She wanted to kill you!" Chloris looked at Gisela with some confusion.

“I have no intention of making enemies of the British, and besides, I think we can have a good talk.” Gisela first looked up at the army behind the red-haired woman and the strangely dressed priest, then fixed her gaze back on Nelson in the pit. If her memory served her correctly, the red-haired woman’s words were loaded with meaning.

"Watch out!" Chloris looked up at the sky and noticed the magic armor rushing towards them. She quickly warned Gisela and then flew over to her, pushing her away.

With a loud bang, everyone on the ground was jolted and staggered. If they hadn't grabbed onto something nearby, falling to the ground would have been a natural occurrence.

"Why did you dodge, little cutie?" Elizabeth swung her weapon with one hand, fanning away all the dust and smoke, then looked at Gisela, who had been pushed to the ground by Chloris, with a somewhat ferocious expression.

"You're such a nuisance, woman." Elizabeth looked at Chloris, who was lying not far away, and then drove her armor to her side, grabbing her hair and pulling her up.

“Prussian barbarians, go back to your East Prussia. How dare you barbarians lay a finger on wealthy Italy? Remember me, little girl, you and your ancestors are only fit to be a bitch bowing and begging before us French.” Elizabeth’s words were vicious, her eyes full of mockery.

Elizabeth planted her weapon in the ground, then grabbed Chloris by the neck and lifted her into the air.

Killing the Prussian princess wouldn't cause her any psychological burden, since they could easily shift the blame onto Napoleon III.

"Hmm? The British? Interesting. You're here too." Elizabeth looked at the hundreds of Royal Marines that Nelson had brought not far away.

“Your Highness, Princess of Austria, you may have many friends, but it seems you also have many who dislike you.” Elizabeth glanced at Gisela not far away, and tightened her grip on Chloris's hand slightly. A feeling of suffocation washed over Chloris, causing her to instinctively struggle.

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"Let her go!" Gisela roared angrily. Although Chloris lacked a sense of boundaries and was somewhat self-centered and didn't care about other people's opinions, she was at least good to Gisela. Although it might not be as close as the relationship she had with Rita, who was with her day and night, it was not like they were complete strangers!

“By the way! Miss Garibaldi, France is your ally. How about you raise your sword and help me cut off this Austrian princess’s head?” Elizabeth ignored Gisela’s roar and said to Garibaldi, who was standing at a distance.

“You are a hero of the Italian people.” Elizabeth deliberately emphasized the word “hero.” She clearly preferred to see them fight each other rather than kill Gisela herself. Unlike Thiers, Elizabeth sought a purely pleasurable form of killing.

The screams of a girl being drained of her blood, the screams of someone trying to escape but being caught... Fear is an addictive drug, and humanity is a flawed product that cannot withstand scrutiny.

Upon hearing Elizabeth's words, Garibaldi's expression turned serious. She had been struggling with this decision for a while and truly didn't know what to do.

"You are a hero and should live up to the people's expectations."

"Italy's independence was accompanied by bloodshed; no one could remain unscathed."

"Miss, we are both selfish. Stop deceiving yourselves. You are being swept along by the nation and the people, and you don't even know what you want." The Holy See once told himself this in Rome.

"I want a unified Italy, a strong nation!" Garibaldi roared hysterically, drawing his sword from his waist and charging towards Gisela. Elizabeth nodded with satisfaction. Yes! That's how you behead the Austrian princess. You will become a hero and be remembered, and of course, you will be hated by the Austrians, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that you've shown me an interesting battle.

“If you kill me, Misera’s safety…” Gisela looked coldly at Garibaldi, then slowly stood up, patted her tattered dress, exposing her fair and smooth thighs. Of course, no one had time to appreciate the beautiful scenery under the Austrian princess’s dress at this moment.

This is not Gisela being despicable; at this point, it is clear that he cannot ensure his safety without resorting to drastic measures.

“Missela…” Garibaldi stopped moving, biting her lip hard, the stinging pain keeping her awake.

"I need your strength." The girl's words still echoed in her ears.

"My strength is your strength for Italy, and let the flames of war temper your aspirations for me," she once replied to the princess.

For her in the past, perhaps she could have gone without hesitation, because for Italy and for the princess, they were aligned at that time. Unfortunately, they could not always be aligned.

“Sister Garibaldi, we’re friends, aren’t we?” Gisela tilted her head and said to her in a somewhat innocent tone, then looked at Elizabeth with displeasure.

"Woman, I told you! Put her down, don't make me say it a third time." Gisela's long golden hair turned silver again, her scarlet eyes burned with flames, and her fingernails became much sharper. The blue flames around her were mixed with some white light, as if two completely different forces were merging and influencing each other.

"Hmph, what if I say no?" Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders and laughed exaggeratedly. In her opinion, with the protection of her magic armor, she could not possibly be hurt by the fourteen-year-old Austrian princess who was only relying on her physical body. This was because, in the field of magic research, there was no magic user who was strong enough to defeat an armored magic user without the need for magic armor.

"Really?! Then I'll ask you one last time, will you let me go or not?" Gisela stalled for time with words. As she took a deep breath, white light first gathered in her right hand, followed by blue flames that leaped from her fingertips and then slowly spread. Although Gisela's clothes were burning, she seemed not to feel the high temperature of the blue flames.

"Haha, you think..." Before Elizabeth could finish speaking, she was struck by a powerful punch that shattered her voice. She flew straight out, crashing through countless trees before coming to a stop. The immense impact caused her to instinctively release her grip and protect her other vital areas.

“I said things shouldn’t happen more than three times, and I mean it!” Gisela said with a cold laugh, then gracefully caught Chloris and pulled her into her arms.

"Ahem! Little fox, you're more endearing this way." Chloris coughed violently first, then started to complain without a care in the world. Her calm expression even gave Gisela the illusion that she wasn't the one who had just been in trouble.

“This is what I look like when I’m angry,” Gisela explained casually.

"As expected of my wife, she looks so beautiful even when she's fighting." Chloris smiled as she looked at the clothes that were almost burned away by the blue flames earlier.

After observing Chloris, who was also only wearing black underwear in addition to the coat she had given her earlier, Gisela smiled and said, "I'm not at a disadvantage anyway." In this state, Gisela didn't know why, but she felt as if her emotions were being suppressed, although her control over magical energy had increased significantly.

"Princess Chloris, how much longer do you want me to hold you?" Gisela looked at Chloris with tenderness, and coupled with her ascetic expression, it caused the experienced lesbian princess to blush slightly and her heart to race. What a joke! She's shy? Even Chloris herself couldn't believe this bizarre reaction.

"Damn it! What did you do, what did you do!" Elizabeth angrily picked up her weapon and slammed it heavily on the ground. The attack had bypassed the shield and hit her armor directly. A wave of nausea from her abdomen almost made her throw up her dinner.

"You're so noisy! Can you shut up?" Gisela roared at Elizabeth, frowning. Then she strode forward and charged at Elizabeth.

"Don't think the same trick will still work." Elizabeth shielded her body with one hand and swung her weapon at Gisela with the other. White light and white steam emanated from the magic armor, and everything was terrifying.

"Why don't you ever learn?" Gisela leaped high, dodging the slash by the side; the blade grazed her back. Why not her chest? Just kidding. Gisela had a pretty good idea of ​​how big her chest was (B-Uncle's description), and if she got slashed, she really would be slashed.

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“Alright, let your armor rest for a bit.” Gisela pointed her index finger at the heat vent of the magic armor, and blue flames instantly slithered into it like a small snake. A moment later, a huge burst of steam erupted, and the magic armor was briefly paralyzed. Taking advantage of this opening, Gisela stepped onto Elizabeth's magic armor shoulder and held a dagger to her neck.

Thankfully, this overconfident French woman didn't take advantage of the air superiority of her magic armor. If she had stayed in the air, Gisela wouldn't have had such a good window of opportunity to attack...

"I advise you not to make any rash moves. From this angle, I could definitely kill you!" Gisela warned Elizabeth while glancing at the French soldiers in blue uniforms approaching behind her. Their commander was being controlled by the enemy, and the enemy was a mage; they really didn't dare to act rashly.

"Alright, all your men have finally arrived." Gisela said calmly, turning to look at Nelson, who remained motionless in the pit.

“British people, I think we Austria can make a deal with you, Britain.”

As Gisela spoke, Nelson suddenly sat up, dusted himself off, and calmly looked at Gisela, who was standing on Elizabeth's magical armor, not far away.

"Is that so? Then what kind of deal does Your Highness wish to make with us?"

“Miss, it seems you haven’t introduced yourself yet? This makes it very difficult for me to address you.” Gisela really wanted to call her Old Na directly, but that wouldn’t be appropriate. After all, there’s a difference between the game and reality, and such a coincidence is impossible in the real world.

“Sarah Nelson.” The red-haired woman placed her hands on her chest and bowed very politely to Gisela. Unlike her previous coldness and competence as an opponent, she now appeared much more mature and composed.

"Are you a descendant of Admiral Nelson?" The first to speak wasn't Gisela, but Elizabeth, who was currently being held by the neck by Gisela and in a precarious situation. Nelson's reputation, more so than the glory of the Royal Navy, intimidated their opponents. As an old friend of the French people, Nelson's heroic performance at the Battle of Trafalgar could be said to have directly extinguished the French Queen's ambition to dominate the seas.

“That’s right, my grandfather was Nelson, the one who dealt you a heavy blow.” Sarah had no goodwill towards the French. Her grandfather, whom she had only met a few times, had died in this victory that would go down in the Royal Navy’s history. The family’s glory stemmed from this, but so did the family’s tragedy. The loss of her family members was a pain that she could never shake off. She blamed herself for not being born earlier; otherwise, with her strength as a magic user, she was sure she could have protected her grandfather.

"Tsk, it really is Old Na." Gisela frowned slightly, realizing that this was not a simple matter. As the Lord of the Rings in the game, she had married far too many ship girls. Even if she wore a ring on every part of her body that could be worn, it still wouldn't be enough to show off. The Old Na and Old Luo sisters' rice bowl was a regular program that had been arranged long ago.

"Hmm! Miss Nelson, could you tell me why you Britons want to kill me?" Since the other party was willing to make a deal and had previously hinted at this inclination, it wasn't an unreasonable request to speak frankly.

“Firstly, this is not our idea in Great Britain; secondly, we are merely acting on someone’s behalf.” Nelson turned her gaze to the priest in the group. She certainly wouldn’t tell a foreign princess about the divisions within the British decision-making body—or rather, the political differences between the Queen and the Prime Minister. Queen Victoria was firmly opposed to this operation, and Palmerston’s decision was being made behind her back.

How did Nelson, who was far away in Malta, know Victoria's thoughts? The reason is quite simple: it came from Rodney's private letter, which had arrived in Valletta several days before the messenger came to Malta.

From that moment on, Nelson had a plan. To avoid offending either side, she agreed to Palmerston's request to travel to northern Italy. If Gisela was still alive, she would find an excuse or feign defeat to release her. If she was a corpse, she would secretly hand her over to the Austrians. As for her so-called dedication to her country, sorry, her name was Sarah Nelson, not her grandfather Horatio Nelson. Rather than rigid loyalty to her country, she was more concerned with not upsetting that silly girl in Buckingham Palace.

"Entrusted by someone?" Gisela frowned slightly. Combining the multiple assassination attempts against her before, an answer formed in Gisela's mind at that moment.

First, there were the Czech ultranationalists in Bohemia; second, Austin; third, Laura just now; fourth, the British man in front of me; and even the Frenchman at my feet—all of them may have been acting on behalf of someone else.