She changed Europe

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After all, the Kingdom of Sardinia was besieged on three sides, especially its right wing, which was in imminent danger. It is not hard to understand why she personally intervened to try to turn the tide of the war.

At this moment, Gisela was standing behind a curtain held up by three maids, being helped by Rita to change into the combat suit she would need to wear when piloting her magical armor.

“A cornered dog will jump over the wall, that’s understandable. By the way! Do you have any information about this Misera?” Gisera tilted her head and asked Tifa outside the curtain with some doubt.

"What kind of information does Your Highness need? Family, life, or resume, or perhaps information about the performance of the Tower Armor?" Tifa stood there, looking at Gisela with a serious expression.

“Family life and such have nothing to do with the current battle, and I have no interest in her resume whatsoever. So let’s talk about her magic armor and related abilities.” Gisela rested her chin on her hand, pretending to be deep in thought.

“Princess Misella is skilled with swords, whether one-handed or two-handed. Although her weapon is not a magical artifact like yours, if we disregard the power enhancement brought by the weapon, I can assure you that she is one of the top magical users in Europe in terms of swordsmanship alone.” Tifa tried hard to recall the information provided by the intelligence department.

"You're skilled with a sword, aren't you?" If she herself knew absolutely nothing about swordsmanship, relying mostly on brute force, she wondered how good "Su Beiming's" swordsmanship was. However, that woman was so strong; dealing with the Italian woman shouldn't be a problem. But always having a substitute sparring partner was a bit embarrassing. Although the two were now practically inseparable, and she and Su Beiming could complement each other in both martial arts and intellectual pursuits, Gisela still felt a certain resistance to this kind of "kept woman" arrangement…

"Besides swordsmanship, what other powers does she possess that we need to be wary of?" Swordsmanship isn't even a secret. If this was information provided by an intelligence agent, Gisela would really want to slap the person in charge. After all, anyone could investigate this, and you're compiling it up as a classified report? Do you think you're easy to fool?

"Ahem, Your Highness, that's all the information our intelligence department has obtained. As for her magical armor, our people couldn't get into the core to get any information." Tifa coughed slightly, somewhat embarrassed. Although she wasn't part of the intelligence department, the incompetence of the Empire's intelligence agencies was widely acknowledged throughout Europe, especially in its foreign affairs. Internally, with the secret police and counter-espionage work, they were probably somewhat passable…

"Huh? What's the point of our empire supporting such a bunch of good-for-nothings! They're using taxpayers' (crossed out) imperial funds to live off the country's pensions every year! I remember our branch in Turin was infiltrated by the enemy a while ago and wiped out, right?" This was an indisputable fact. Although she eventually obtained the intelligence that Gisela had already anticipated, considering that competent and decisive spy, Gisela did not choose to cause trouble for this department. However, this incident strengthened her resolve to reform them.

"I am very sorry, Your Highness! It is my incompetence that has forced Your Highness to fight the enemy in this way." Tifa lowered her head and bit her lip. This black-haired lady was always too responsible. This matter had nothing to do with her, the officer, but she still chose to apologize to Gisela on his behalf.

"Never mind, this isn't your responsibility, Tifa. Even without knowing my opponent, I can still achieve final victory... Hiss!" Gisela hadn't finished speaking when she felt a sudden tightness in her chest, forcing her to take a deep breath.

"Why does Rita feel a little uncomfortable in her chest when she wears this outfit this time?" Gisela sighed helplessly, looking at the increased weight on her chest.

To be honest, she didn't want the two ounces of flesh on her chest to get heavier and heavier. After all, it was just a dispensable burden, and she didn't need it to nurture the next generation or to please the opposite sex.

Unlike corsets, which are purely for shaping and designed to make people uncomfortable, combat suits offer a very unpleasant physical experience.

"Your Highness has grown up, both in age and..." Rita smiled, clearly genuinely happy for His Highness's growth...

"How about Your Highness loosens one button?" Rita suggested with a playful expression.

“No! I refuse!” Gisela shook her head, then snapped her fingers, signaling the maid holding the curtain beside her to put it down.

“Your Highness, your sword.” Rita picked up the sword from the table with both hands, then bent down and knelt before Gisela to hang the scabbard around her waist.

After she finished dressing, she stood up and bowed to Gisela along with the other maids, watching Gisela and Tifa walk out of the tent.

Gisela looked at the "Snow Fox" before her, but the excitement she felt the first time she piloted it was long gone. A year ago, during her first battle, if it weren't for the help of Su Beiming and Miss Goben, she probably would have perished on the Jutland Peninsula. This time, she had no teammates, but she wasn't alone either.

"Miss Tifa, do you think I can win?" Although Gisela usually acts with composure and confidence, as if she has a backup plan, it's impossible for her not to be nervous right now.

“Of course! Your Highness, you will surely bring victory to the Empire, and Princess Sophie and I will always be your steadfast support.” Tifa looked tenderly at the princess before her.

Gisela gently stroked the magical armor in front of her, her expression filled with determination and courage to overcome all difficulties.

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Chapter 193 Irises Wither in the Alps: Capter 54 The Snow Fox Strikes Again

“You’re absolutely right, Tifa. If she wants war, then we will fight!” Although the Habsburg family is often ridiculed as an empire that only knows how to rule by relying on its lower body, if you look back at history, you have to find a fact: the Habsburg family may not be good at fighting, but the family has never avoided war, or rather, war is the main theme of this dynasty’s rule.

Then a red sun rose slowly, its light completely illuminating the already heated battlefield. The gods parted the clouds, ready to witness the mortals' contest.

A young girl, clad in armor and armed with weapons, rushes to the battlefield, with thousands of troops behind her. But what lies ahead—thorns or a smooth path? When the storm arrives, the sky is torn open, and the rain, previously confined, pours forth freely. At that moment, there is no need to fear, no need to be troubled, for this is the clarion call of rebirth! Even the proud gods cannot shackle the heart of a young girl. Behold! Before her already shines a dazzling golden light.

"Yes, she wants war, so we will fight!"

—In the air

"You're Gisela Louise Marie?" Misella looked at the blonde, fox-eared girl before her with a hint of surprise. She had to admit that before meeting Gisela, she had already prejudged her as a savage, ugly oddity, but now she seemed a little cuter than she had imagined.

“The real deal.” Gisela’s tone was icy. She chose to ignore the woman’s gaze and then drew her Saint Stephen’s Sword.

"You don't even know how to use a sword, do you?" Misera frowned as she looked at her opponent, whose armor was gleaming white, while piloting her magic-powered armor painted in green, white, and red.

"Hmph! So what?" Gisela raised an eyebrow, gripped the Saint Stephen's Sword in her hand, and accelerated toward the woman with light green hair in front of her. The Snow Fox's greatest advantage was speed, and this was also Gisela's best weapon.

As for why Su Beiming didn't directly fight in Gisela's place, it was because she wanted Gisela to accumulate combat experience and not always rely on her. After all, in a sense, she was herself, even if she was incomplete... She also hoped that the other party could become stronger.

Back in front of her, Misella looked at Gisela charging towards her, gripped the hilt of her sword with a cold smile, and then silently recited a prayer. The armor's radiator instantly activated, and smoke enveloped the two of them in an instant. Gisela, who was charging, quickly lost sight of her target.

Because of the obstructed view, Gisela immediately accelerated, trying to escape the smoke by increasing her altitude. But when she took off, she saw Misela, who had been waiting for her at a high altitude.

The light emanating from the muzzle of her magic armor had already changed from green to blue and then to white. With the command given, several white beams of light flew directly toward Gisela and then exploded violently.

Following Su Beiming's instructions, Gisela calmly deployed her shield at this moment, blocking the opponent's attack. However, the immense power still caused her to fall as if drawn by the ground, dropping nearly a hundred meters in altitude before regaining flight.

"Your combat skills are truly terrible, like an amateur. I'm really curious how you managed to defeat that madwoman Alexandra back then." Princess Alexandra of the Kingdom of Denmark was one of the strongest in Europe, and her attacks were known for their speed. To defeat such a powerful magic user, Misera initially dared not underestimate her opponent.

She even simulated various possibilities and retreat routes, but she did not expect that her opponent was actually much weaker than she had imagined.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. Maybe it's because I performed better at the time?" Gisela wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, then spat out the blood and foam in her mouth before replying to the Italian princess in a humorous manner.

Gisela was actually quite dissatisfied, because she hadn't expected that a beautiful woman could be so unpleasant when she was being sarcastic.

To be honest, magic schools don't teach the skills to pilot magic armor specifically designed for magic users, since that kind of thing is irrelevant to most ordinary people...

Therefore, having not received systematic training in piloting magic armor, being able to drive it to this stage is already considered genius. Putting aside Su Beiming's strength, he has actually worked hard enough, but there is a clear gap in experience compared to these top-tier adult magic users.

She didn't really want to fight if she could, but her opponent was right in front of her, and tens of thousands of Austrian soldiers were admiring her heroic figure below! So she couldn't just end it like that.

"Good performance?" Gisela's tone matched her expression at the moment, and Misela only saw mockery and ridicule in her opponent's eyes.

"I'll see how well you can perform!" Misera roared, gripping her weapon tightly and desperately pouring magical energy into it. After receiving the magical energy, her weapon seemed to come alive, the tip of the longsword lengthened further, and the blade expanded geometrically, eventually transforming from a one-handed sword into a huge two-handed sword.

Under the combined effect of gravity and the propulsion of the magic-powered armor flight device, Misera crashed heavily towards Gisera like a comet emitting a white light.

After charging its diffusion magic cannon twice (blue light), Gisela quickly launched it out, and a blue light net, like a tree diagram, flew towards Gisela.

The sky was filled with explosions once again. At this moment, the hearts of the soldiers of the Kingdom of Sardinia were in their throats. This terrifying net of light was unprecedentedly shocking for them, who were seeing the diffusion magic cannon for the first time.

The magic cannon, which had only undergone a second charge, obviously couldn't directly shatter Gisela's magic shield. As the smoke cleared, Gisela could clearly see that the sharp-tongued Italian woman was charging towards her.

"Tsk, harder than I expected." Gisela rubbed her forehead and sighed. Was she to simply admit defeat and wait to be defeated, while letting that woman laugh at her and then save the day?

"How could that be?" Gisela sensed the magic stones mounted on the "Snow Fox," searching for the hidden functions in the magic armor that had not yet been used.

The Sword of St. Stephen had been successfully assembled, but wielding this so-called magical artifact did not bring her any significant advantage. In her eyes, it was just an ordinary sword, as good as the best iron sword in the village.

"Holy Wings? What's that?" Gisela didn't recall using this thing in any of Su Beiming's battle memories. Oh well, she might as well try anything.

As the command was given, the flight device behind Gisela's "Snow Fox" separated from the armor in an instant, and Gisela crashed straight to the ground like a bird that had lost its wings.

Faced with this self-destructive behavior, Misella had no choice but to stop her accelerated attack and carefully observe what the Austrian princess below was up to.

At this moment, not only Misella, but also Tifa and Rita, who were watching the battle from the battlefield, were completely stunned. Their mouths were wide open, big enough to fit a duck egg.

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Chapter 194 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter 55 The Victory is Over (Vote Requested)

"Holy crap!" Gisela panicked as she watched the ground getting closer and closer. This time, she had a feeling that if she really fell, she would be bedridden for ten days or half a month. She didn't know if she was the first mage in human history to die from a fall, but she was definitely the most humiliating one in history.

Of course, Gisela, whose eyes weren't far to the back, wouldn't notice that a pair of golden wings were slowly unfolding on the back of her magical armor, successfully deploying just before she landed.

Fortunately, the omnipotent god of magic responded to Gisela at this time, sparing her from so-called physical suffering.

At the same time, when Missera saw the golden wings of light behind Gisela unfold, a strange sense of unease made her decide not to wait any longer and immediately launch a new attack on Gisela.

Based on her experience, it's not hard to conclude that the Austro-Hungarian Empire added some new concept weapons to their princess's magic armor. Faced with this new weapon, the only way to minimize the risk is to defeat her before she fully masters how to use it.

Similarly, after Gisela regained her ability to fly, she also had time to notice the new toy on her Snow Fox Magic Armor. With a test in mind, she poured more magic energy into the wings behind her, and a huge force surged from behind her, instantly lifting her hundreds of meters into the air. She was now flying directly above Misela's head, and the speed was so fast that Misela didn't even realize what was happening until Gisela had flown past her.

The flight speed increased visibly, but Gisela's physical abilities were not fully adapted to such speed. After the rapid flight, she experienced a strange sense of disorientation, which made her rub her eyes.

It consumes a tremendous amount of magical energy, to the point that ordinary magic users cannot use it for extended periods. Therefore, it has always been a hidden device for snow foxes, used for escape in critical moments.

As for Gisela's usage, it goes against the designer's original intention. If it weren't for her special physique and Su Beiming's blessing, her magic power would have been exhausted by now. As for magic users without magic power, they are lambs to the slaughter.

"This stuff works well, but you're still a bit lacking. Don't waste time, decide the outcome quickly." A cool, mature female voice rang out, clearly Su Da Hu was giving her a hint. Hearing her other self's reminder, Gisela didn't waste any more time. So Gisela gripped the Saint Stephen's Sword tightly and charged towards Misela.

The two launched their attacks at each other, sparks flying from the metal clashing, barely visible even in daylight. Misella possessed skill, but Gisela possessed speed. Due to the combined effect of various factors, their strengths were evenly matched for a moment.

Sword swings, parries, thrusts, parries, slashes, dodges… In the end, Gisela’s high speed gained the upper hand. Due to excessive parrying and the loss of balance caused by the body’s inertia, Misela could no longer withstand Gisela’s attack from the side and below. Accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, Saint Stephen’s sword, radiating white light, heavily struck Misela’s magic shield. After a brief pause, it successfully shattered the magic shield and then slashed towards Misela’s body.

Misella threw away the longsword she was holding, pressed the back of her magical armor against Gisela, and used her right arm to control Gisela's elbow. In mid-air, the two completed a 360° spin as if dancing, and the sword of St. Stephen was forcibly stopped just before it was about to strike Misella.

“You win this time, I concede.” Misera released her grip and looked at the fox-eared princess before her.

There is an unwritten rule in the war between magic users from different countries: if the other side loses its fighting ability or chooses to surrender, it will be accepted, because a captured enemy magic user is a good diplomatic bargaining chip for each country.

Suppress their mental state with drugs, rendering them unable to use magical powers for a short period, and then "protect" them properly in preparation for future diplomatic negotiations.

"Is this your choice based on the current situation, or are you plotting something else?" Gisela sheathed her weapon and looked at the woman with light green hair in front of her. For a mage whose magic shield had been broken, killing her would be easy. There was probably no possibility that the woman in front of her was feigning surrender.

“Although your swordsmanship is lacking, I can’t gain the upper hand in terms of speed, and you have already successfully broken through my magic shield. If we continue fighting, I will only suffer.” Misera’s tone was calm, and there was not a trace of anger on her beautiful face.

She certainly didn't understand the workings of Gisela's wings of light, but personally, she felt that Gisela's speed was indeed difficult for her to contend with...

"Then please..." Gisela gestured towards his own camp, indicating that they should come forward.

Misella glanced back at the Sardinian army camp with a hint of helplessness, then turned her gaze forward and began to lower herself.

Fortunately, the mission had been entrusted to a general he trusted. Although he had been captured, the battle in the Kingdom of Sardinia was far from over, and Miss Garibaldi was still in charge of the kingdom. In addition, the French had not yet made any moves.

However, he was too optimistic about his own strength, taking to the air so early to start fighting the enemy magic user.

As Misella was lost in endless感慨, a violent explosion suddenly rang out behind her. She turned around abruptly and saw the lovely Austrian princess with fox ears from before flying out of the explosion and then falling straight to the ground. The shattered magic shield behind her emitted light particles, silently telling her that this attack was potentially fatal.

"What on earth happened?" A surge of anger filled Misella's heart, causing her to look around. What should have been a fair duel between knights had been rendered utterly dishonorable by the interference of a third party, and such behavior was an insult to her.

"Target hit." In a dense forest, the woman piloting the magic-armored suit reported the situation to the black-haired woman beside her. The black-haired woman licked her lips with interest, then grabbed the blonde girl at her feet, whose eyes were already vacant, and turned her head towards the direction Gisela had fallen.

"See? I mean what I say." The dark-haired woman whispered in the girl's ear. Unfortunately, the blonde girl's face had long since lost all its vitality, which immediately made the dark-haired woman lose interest in her.

“Sarah, you’ve ruined her. There’s no point in doing anything more to her.” The girl who had just shot at Gisela turned around and looked in Thiers’ direction.

Seemingly realizing something, the girl spoke up again, complaining, "Does launching a sneak attack at a time like this violate the rules among magic users?"

“We did not break the rules. It was Princess Misella who surrendered just now, not Her Highness the Austrian princess.”

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Chapter 195 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter56 (Vote Requested)

"..." The girl was also familiar with Thiers' shamelessness, but as his accomplice, she had no reason to condemn Thiers' behavior.

“Sarah, look at this girl. She used to be an Austrian noblewoman and a magician officer. Look at what you’ve done to her.” Looking at Judy lying on the ground, the girl sighed helplessly and expressed her dissatisfaction with Thiel’s perverse sense of humor.

"Shut up! Elizabeth! This has nothing to do with you!" Thiel retorted with a sneer to the girl piloting the magic armor.

The Elizabeth mentioned by Thiers is Elizabeth de Lacroix, a friend of Miss McMahon and the next Duke of Castries.

Although the two belonged to the July Monarchy faction and the Orthodox Monarchy faction respectively, two parties with completely different political views in France, they came to the same side because of Napoleon III. Former rivals cooperated to form the Order Party, and the tough-minded Thiers was eventually pushed to the throne of party leader.

“Elizabeth, you are truly a hypocrite! Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been doing in your castle again. You actually believe in the secret of immortality left behind by that Hungarian Elizabeth Báthory!” Thiers responded to the Marquis de Castries with a cold laugh. (For heirs to the title, the title will be lowered by one rank.)

"Hmph! I have nothing to talk about with a sadistic slut like you." Elizabeth gritted her teeth and looked at Thiers for a moment before sighing. After all, neither of them was as clean as they appeared; they were both doing shady things in secret.

"Let's not talk about that anymore. Now that Joseph's precious daughter Gisela is dead, what are you going to do next?" Elizabeth asked the dark-haired woman in front of her, resting her chin on her hand.

"This grudge will be held against Napoleon, against the Italians, but not against us. I can't wait to see the mad Austrians and our 'great' His Majesty Napoleon shed their last drop of blood in northern Italy." Thiers lifted up the barely clothed Judy, stared at her for a moment, and then casually threw her to the ground like "trash."

“We should go, Elizabeth. I don’t want to run into the eldest daughter of the Richelieu family and that stubborn Duke of Orléans anytime soon. Now that the stage is set, how can the audience compete with the protagonist?” With that, Thiers strode into the depths of the forest.

“Um? Sarah, since you don’t need her anymore, can I take this woman back with me? It’s been so long since I’ve hunted a virgin and bathed in her blood.” Elizabeth followed closely behind Thiel in her magic armor.

"Never mind, it's a broken toy, not worth our time. There are so many Italian women, and it's wartime now, you can hunt to your heart's content." The dark-haired woman casually waved her arm, gesturing for Elizabeth to hurry up and catch up.

“Alright then!” Elizabeth glanced back at the blonde girl lying on the ground for a moment, then followed Thiers and disappeared into the depths of the forest.

After an unknown amount of time, Judy sensed that the two had gone far away. She struggled to slowly get up from the ground. Both of them were magic users, and she couldn't possibly harm them in the slightest with her own strength. Rather than fight them to the death, Judy chose to endure.

Judy leaned against the tree trunk and rubbed her head. The torment that woman had inflicted on her these past few days was both mental and physical. She had been able to endure it not because of any faith or ideology, but because of her sense of responsibility and her loyalty to Princess Gisela. It was all her fault for not telling His Highness about Austin's collusion with France, and for not spreading the news of the French ambush.

"Your Highness!" Judy bit her lip hard until she could taste blood in her mouth. She had to find His Highness and check his injuries herself; she would never believe the news of His Highness's death unless she saw it with her own eyes. And so she spurred her increasingly cumbersome body toward the direction Gisela had fallen.

Gisela at this moment —

As her magic shield shattered completely, the massive shockwave instantly knocked her down. Had it not been for the snow fox's protection, she might have died in the explosion. Her previous battle with Misella had already pushed her magic energy to the brink of depletion, and this sneak attack had directly destroyed her magic shield, completely exhausting her magic energy. Now, like a bird with broken wings, she plummeted straight towards the ground.

Not knowing if she would die, Gisela knew that this fall would either kill her or leave her crippled. With that thought, she closed her eyes. Although she didn't know who had attacked her or if it was a conspiracy by this seemingly straightforward Italian princess, it didn't matter to her anymore.

A gentle breeze brushed her face, and as she felt her body increasingly slipping out of her control, Gisela was completely engulfed in a sea of ​​consciousness filled with endless darkness.

I don’t know how long it took.

"Brother! Brother! Brother!" This all-too-familiar voice woke him up once again. Lin Wei opened his sleepy eyes, and the first thing that came into his view was the familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling that had been with him for more than twenty years.

"Alright! Alright! Stop fooling around, your brother will be up soon." Under the guise of Lin Wei, he skillfully reached for his phone on the bedside table, but the moment he grasped it, he seemed to realize something.

Wait a minute! Aren't I still on the battlefield?! Lin Qier seemed to realize something, and then suddenly propped herself up, while her sister who was riding on her fell to the ground.

"What are you doing! Brother, you should have told me before you got up." The black-haired girl in front of him pouted her little mouth in dissatisfaction. Her overly cute and obedient expression made Lin Wei feel much more at ease.

"No! Now is not the time to think about these things!" Lin Wei immediately threw off the covers, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked for his slippers.