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"Tsk, interesting..." Gisela had guessed how things would develop, but she hadn't guessed the so-called ending. She had considered many possibilities, but she never expected that such a scene would unfold before her eyes. Although she knew that the current Rita was not the real Rita, she never expected that Rita would infiltrate the enemy by pretending to be her sister.

If "Lia" is Rita, then who else could the "Rita" who has been by his side during this time be? The answer is pretty obvious...

“Welcome back, my sister.” The real Rita pulled off her cloak and nodded to “Rita.”

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"Yes! I'm back." The so-called "Rita" raised her hand and took off the white headband of her maid outfit, letting down her silver hair, which was the same as Rita's. The color of her eyes also changed from Rita's wine red to blue.

In fact, Lydia has a completely different aura from Rita. She looks more approachable and doesn't have Rita's aloofness or sense of alienation from outsiders.

"Lia, you betrayed me! You betrayed our sacred marriage vows! You betrayed our oaths!" Andrei roared hysterically.

"Betrayal is predicated on loyalty. I have never been loyal to you, so how can I talk about betrayal?" Leah abandoned the tenderness she showed to her sister and Gisela, and looked at the half-dead man in front of her with cold and ruthless eyes.

Because of Rita's "mercy," she's still clinging to life and won't die anytime soon.

As for the subordinates around them, they were also caught in a dilemma due to the current situation, after all, Leah was also one of their mistresses...

"We have prayed for God's blessing and sworn vows of fidelity to each other. You are my wife, my one and only wife."

"So, Andrei, have you ever truly believed in God? When you were committing murder in the Lord's temple, did you ever think of the Lord? Now you want to use faith to coerce and kidnap me. What you love is not me, but our family's connections and opening the road to Vienna for you Italian youth fugitives." Lia tore off her armband embroidered with the Savoy symbol, lifted her skirt, and pulled a dagger from her right leg.

Seeing this, Gisela's eyelids twitched slightly. She wondered why Rita and her sister both had the habit of hiding knives under their skirts. Of course, she was now following suit.

"A double-headed eagle! You still carry a double-headed eagle! You really are a lackey of the Habsburgs after all?" Andrei recognized the emblem on the magic-powered dagger in Lia's hand at a glance.

"Haha! Ah! Hahaha! You guys are something else, not only did you deceive me, but you also deceived Lord Mazzini." Andrei angrily propped himself up, using his magic power to suppress his speed of studying abroad. At this moment, his handsome face was pale and extremely ferocious.

“There are only three of you, while we have 15 mage warriors, and outside we have 30 of our elite Alpine Hunters lying in ambush. None of you three will escape! The Iron Crown and the young Austrian mage warrior’s life are mine.” As Ander went mad, he actually stood up again in an inexplicable way.

However, facing the half-dead guy, Gisela calmly walked towards the other party's direction, without the slightest tension in his expression.

"So your name is Andrei, right?" Gisela gracefully bowed to the man, mimicking a real princess, holding her already ruined long dress with both hands.

At this point, not only Andrei, but also Rita and Lya did not understand what Gisela was trying to do.

“Do you know? Sir, this ruin only has one entrance and exit. If you guard it well, we won’t be able to escape at all…” Gisela’s tone sounded both innocent and aggrieved. She frowned and looked up in the direction of the exit, her eyes seemingly filled with a longing for freedom.

"What do you think we should do?" Despite their desperate situation, Andrei couldn't understand why the strange Austrian princess with fox ears could be laughing so happily.

"Please don't kill me? I can give you anything you want." Gisela paused, as if she were truly begging.

"Impossible! You are the enemy in the hearts of all Italians who yearn for freedom!" Andrei dared not easily categorize the young princess before him as a woman or child, because she was, after all, a true magic user!

"Oh! Alright then." Gisela's smiling face was instantly replaced by coldness and indifference, and a purple light flashed in her blue eyes, making everyone present feel a chill down their spines.

"So, the place we can't escape from could also be the place you can't escape from either?" Gisela produced the purple, gem-like object at some point.

"You know what this is, right?"

"That's impossible! Didn't you pawn her to the shop? There must be more than one!" Andrei looked at the Lia sisters. Undoubtedly, the two had been hiding some details from Andrei.

However, neither Lya nor Rita immediately realized what Gisela had suddenly produced—the purple gem. If their memories were correct, they had indeed made Gisela pawn the gem to the shopkeeper in order to deceive Andre and the others, while they still had the other one on them for emergencies.

“Miss Leah, you don’t need to look anymore, this is yours.” Gisela looked at her sister.

"When did Your Highness make this?" Lydia looked up at Gisela in astonishment and asked.

"Miss Leah, do you still remember when you carried me on your back?"

"When I carry you on my back?"

“That’s right, I suspected you when we were at St. Peter’s Church today. Because I was worried that you would pose a danger to me, I took the purple gem that Selena gave you when I asked you to carry me, so that I could save my life in a critical moment.” Of course, this was only Gisela’s initial suspicion.

"No wonder you vehemently opposed my suggestion to pawn my gemstones, and even offered your own earrings as collateral."

“That’s right, I just didn’t want you to find out I’d tampered with things too quickly. If you suddenly attack me, I’ll be forced to use the gems instead of waiting until now to use them as my trump card.”

"I didn't expect you guys to put on such a good show for me. Oh well, now my chances of winning are even greater."

"Kill them! Even if we crush the stone, it will still take that madwoman quite a while to arrive. That's enough time for us to retreat." Andrei, barely managing to stay awake, gave his final orders to his men, knowing full well that even with his magical energy, he couldn't hold out for long.

On the streets outside the ruins —

"Lady Selena, and Marquis Moravia, the enemies on the outskirts have been completely wiped out. I just counted the number of corpses, and there are 30 in total." A guard officer wearing a white military uniform and a bearskin hat reported to the woman in the golden magic armor and the man on horseback beside her.

Selena originally used a British-made special magical armor, codenamed "Crimson Rose," but this armor was damaged by the magical users of the Chinese Empire during the Battle of Guangzhou. After the war, it was transported back to the mainland for repairs. However, because Selena had already left Britain, the maintenance of this armor was interrupted. At this time, this armor may still be in the British Museum as a souvenir of the victory in the Crimean War.

The Austro-Hungarian Empire did not develop new armor for Selena because many nobles in the empire did not trust this foreign magic user and repeatedly obstructed Joseph's proposed development plan. Since there was no major war, the plan had to be abandoned.

Therefore, she could only come out by borrowing her best friend's magical armor.

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Chapter 60 The Princess Starting from Zero: Capter60 Chess Game (Seeking votes and collections)

“Sissi’s armor is not convenient to use at all.” Selena felt that her breastplate was a bit empty now, and couldn’t help but worry about whether little Gisela and the others had enough to eat when they were young. It can only be said that even though magic users are all favored by the heavens, some innate shortcomings are unavoidable (the lady actually has them, but not as ridiculous as the principal).

Moreover, unlike Sissi, who is already a mother of three, women who have given birth are completely different from older women like Selena. It is only natural that their hearts are richer.

Perhaps sensing the delicate state of the Royal Magic Academy's principal, and former Duke of York, the Marquis of Moravia's colleague, who sighed helplessly, spoke up:

"My lord, please don't complain. Our current Royal XI armor is manufactured using Her Majesty the Queen's magical armor as a template. This is already the most advanced technology in the Empire. Of course, it's normal for there to be a technological gap compared to your homeland, Britain, after all, Britain is the world's leading power..."

“I don’t mean the armor itself is bad, it’s just that the user’s experience is not good.” Selena glanced helplessly at the Marquis riding on horseback. Because his face was covered by the armor, the Marquis could not see Selena’s expression at this moment.

"My lords, shouldn't we lead our troops in? Her Highness the princess will be in danger if we delay any longer." At this moment, a soldier looked at the two important figures with some concern.

"Don't worry, someone will protect our little princess." Selena's tone was calm, as if she were narrating a trivial matter.

"Since I'm a magic user, I need to forge my own path. If I don't give myself some proper training and push myself, I'll be letting down this carefully planned game." This is a win-win-win situation, Selena thought to herself.

Frustrate the Italians' conspiracy, disrupt the Empress Dowager's plans, and help little Gisela grow up—all three are indispensable. She will eliminate anyone who threatens Sissi.

Selena has her own principles. To her, everyone except Sissi is just a pawn in her game. She can abandon her country for what she loves, and she can also eliminate all enemies for what she loves.

Inside the ruins—

Gisela quickly crushed the purple gem, and all that remained was to wait for Selena's reinforcements. Of course, she wouldn't even have to wait long; if the coachman had given his earring to the Marquis, then the reinforcements should have arrived by now. The Marquis of Moravia's reinforcements were Gisela's last line of defense, and now she could only trust the Marquis of Moravia's stance, after all, he was her mother's confidant and considered a member of the Queen's faction.

Otherwise, she didn't think Rania would have had the opportunity to meet her, nor would she have gained the support of the Brno family later on. So-called political capital is never something that can be built overnight; that's common sense.

“Your Highness, catch this, it should be able to help you.” Rita took off her black robe, and apart from her black lace bodysuit, what caught Gisela’s attention was the broadsword she was carrying on her back.

"You've even brought the Heart of Vienna." Gisela was quite surprised by Rita's preparations. "Your Highness, please catch," Rita threw the weapon toward Gisela, and then engaged in combat with the attacking enemies.

"Your Highness, please use your weapons to protect yourself. The rest is up to me and my sister." Leah gracefully dodged the enemy's bullets and then charged into the enemy ranks.

They definitely can't lose in a 15 vs 3 match, after all, Rita and her sister are such formidable fighters.

Gisela caught the weapon Rita threw to her, and at that moment, the weapon seemed so special in her hands.

The scene before my eyes suddenly shifted...

At that moment, she seemed to see the girl who had suffered cold treatment in her hometown, was almost abandoned by her mother, and had been heartbroken and secretly grieving in the monastery; she saw the helpless girl who held her brother's body in her arms and cried desperately outside Vienna; she also saw "Saint Michael" who made the Ottoman Sultan tremble in Senta; "Hannibal" who made the French eagle fall in Italy; she saw the holy war hero who, a century after the fall of the Eastern Roman Empire, rekindled the light of Christianity in the Balkans, and it was she who made the double-headed eagle flag rise again over Belgrade.

His name was Prince Eugen, the greatest commander in the history of the empire, and also the most legendary magic user.

The Habsburg dynasty, favored by the goddess Venus, is an indelible symbol in history for its lack of military prowess, yet he was a truly admirable military genius.

Centuries have passed, and the magical essence that the genius girl condensed on it is now shining with an unprecedented brilliance. This is the manifestation of her will to protect the empire, and the owner of this weapon seems to have returned to this world.

"Since you have chosen me, I must live up to your trust in me." Gisela drew the Heart of Vienna for the second time, this time for battle.

Magical artifacts are special entities created after the death of great magical users in human history, when their magical energy resided in the objects they used in life. In ancient times, they were often called divine artifacts and enshrined in temples as a bridge between humans and gods, revered and respected by the people.

With the advancement of traditional science and magical engineering, magical artifacts have gradually lost their divinity. The special nature of magical artifacts means that they cannot be used directly (like the Sword of St. Stephen, which chooses its master). However, technicians from various countries have used these magical artifacts as blueprints to research and develop mass-produced magical equipment, which has greatly solved this problem. Although mass-produced equipment cannot be compared with the original artifacts, it has indeed greatly enhanced the combat power of magical warriors.

From then on, magical artifacts also existed as a strategic reserve resource for the nation, and "the authority to draw power from history has become an unwritten creed in the hearts of these researchers today."

The Sword of St. Stephen in Gisela's hand is such a magical artifact, and of course, it is not a inferior imitation but a genuine magical artifact.

"The Sword of St. Stephen!" came a restless gasp from the Italians.

The sword's fame, like that of Prince Eugen himself, was known throughout Europe. However, history took a strange turn and played a cruel joke on the Italians: Prince Eugen came from the House of Savoy, the very dynasty they served.

The Savoy family's ancestral sword, however, bestowed its power upon their family's enemy, this princess from the Habsburgs, and then brought death upon their loyal subjects. The enemy's wavering was inevitable.

"Are we really wrong?"

"We were punished by God for blaspheming the church?" The Italians in front of him looked like a group of devout Catholics, unlike the hypocritical Protestants. Their reverence for God was genuine.

"Don't let your pathetic guilt cloud your judgment! Kill...they...or we...will all die here." Andrei was still alive, and even seemed more talkative. He could only understand the current battle situation through his voice. Blood loss was indeed taking away his body heat, making him weaker and weaker, but the mental blow from the betrayal was the final straw that broke his back.

Andrei indeed commanded great respect among the Italians; the wavering magic users quickly regained their morale after obeying his orders, but he collapsed to the ground after finishing his sentence…

Chapter 61 Princess Starting from Zero: Captain Stephen's Sword (Seeking votes at the beginning of the month)

Ignoring external distractions, Gisela focused on sensing the state of the broadsword in her hand. Unlike the heaviness and unfamiliarity she had imagined a real sword would have, even though it was her first time using it and she had no clear understanding of its length, she could still feel the extension of her senses. The Sword of St. Stephen was as magical as a part of her body.

While Gisela was still seeking resonance with the magical artifact, the enemy's 15 magical users had completely surrounded the three of them, while the two maid sisters acted as an open shield, trying to protect Gisela behind them.

Unfortunately, amidst the fierce battle, two Italian magic users still managed to target Gisela. Just as Andrea had told them before, even with the relic in hand, even as a nominal magic user, this princess was still very weak and incomplete.

Two Italian magic users thrust their meteorite iron daggers, crafted by the finest magic artisans in Turin, at Gisela.

"Tsk!" Gisela looked at the attack launched against her and felt slightly troubled. She decided to raise her hand and use the weapon in her hand to defend herself. Even though she had never learned swordsmanship, she could only rely on instinct to swing the weapon in order to save her life.

Unexpectedly, her swing unleashed tremendous power, not only blocking the attack but also easily knocking away the white-glowing short swords in the hands of the two magic users. Faced with such incredible strength, the two magic users were shaken and staggered back several steps.

"Hmm? This is my power?" Gisela raised an eyebrow, her sapphire eyes filled with a confusion no less than that of her two opponents.

The two Italian magic users first exchanged glances, then their expressions turned quite unpleasant...

Taking a deep breath and sensing her entire body, Gisela felt as if she had inexhaustible power. Even with her "faucet" turned on and allowed to absorb the magical energy in the air, she felt no discomfort and immediately gained confidence in her ability to fight.

With a slight smile, Gisela knew that opportunities for real combat would be few and far between, so without hesitation, she swung her weapon at the two "unarmed" Italians in front of her.

Gisela swung his sword, but they nimbly dodged it. He swung his sword again, but missed. The Italians in front of Gisela dared not fight back, after all, they knew the difference in strength. So they carried out their tradition and retreated tactically towards the exit.

After all, the Italians don't have the concept of fighting to the death; why risk your life for such a small amount of money each month...

They're out of here! They're out of here! They can't win.

"Stop! I'll only strike once, just once!" Gisela's adorable appearance flushed with a blush she herself didn't even realize was due to her excitement and agitation. Perhaps the best description of her was a thug dressed in a princess dress.

The other Italian magic users, who were still fighting Lialita, turned around and were stunned to see the Austrian princess with fox ears chasing after their companions like a demon, wielding a weapon and hacking wildly.

Didn't the boss say she was the weakest one? What's going on? They turned to look at Andrei, only to find him lying flat on his back...

Looking back at her two companions who were running even faster than the reporters, Gisela tilted her head slightly to one side, a very pleasant smile on her lips, but her originally clear blue eyes were now flashing with an eerie purple light.

"Would you let me chop you up?" Her tone was full of capriciousness. The Italians had never seen such a crazy princess before. The thought of the weapon in her hand and her identity as a magic user immediately made them cower. They followed their companion and ran towards the exit.

"Don't run away!" Gisela shouted and chased after her, sword in hand.

Gisela felt a strange pleasure, as if all the pent-up emotions of the past had been released. But her reason seemed to be stripped away, and her body was increasingly out of control. Instead, all that remained in her mind was the desire to kill. She couldn't think of anything else.

"Your Highness! Stop chasing them! Lady Selena is waiting outside for them to walk right into her trap!" Rita called out to Gisela, who was in a "rage" state. Rita's situation wasn't exactly pathetic, but being outnumbered, her clothes were bound to be torn in the fight. Normally, her maids dressed very conservatively, with nothing visible except for stockings, but now, well, it was unexpectedly sexy.

Rita's older sister was not in a better situation. Perhaps because she was not as strong as her younger sister, she also had wounds on her body. However, the two of them still managed to kill half of the local magic users.

Gisela turned around with a strange expression. She dragged the sword of Saint Stephen toward the two of them, licking her lips unconsciously as she did so. Her movements were unusually elegant, and because she was deliberately dragging the sword, sparks occasionally flew as the tip of the sword scraped against the ground.

"Just one cut!" Gisela said, almost to himself.

Seeing Gisela like this, Lydia disregarded everything and stood in front of her sister, gripping the dagger in her right hand tightly.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Even Rita, who usually had a poker face, felt a little uneasy and flustered because of Gisela's unusual behavior, but she did not receive a response from Gisela.

"Sister, I have something to say to His Highness." Rita gently brushed her silver-gray hair behind her ear, breaking free from Lia's protection.

"Don't force yourself. Leave things to your older sister." Leah wanted to stop her younger sister, since there seemed to be too much uncertainty at the moment, and she didn't want her sister to take any risks.

She knew that her younger sister harbored more complex feelings for the princess. Putting aside the princess's duties and obligations as a princess, they were both girls, and what about the relationship between girls?

My father and mother would never agree to this...

But personal happiness is something only one can pursue. Her misfortune shouldn't be repeated in her younger sister's life. And weren't the words she said before revealing her identity also addressed to her sister? "What I haven't grasped, I hope you can grasp..."

In the end, Leah let go of her hand and let her sister walk over.

“Your Highness, come home with me!” Rita said earnestly, boldly opening her arms to meet Gisela’s attack with the utmost composure.

Gisela raised her hands, accompanied by the whistling of blades, but the strike that was supposed to sever a head from a body ultimately stopped just inches away from Rita's neck...

Because Gisela regained control of her body just a second before she was about to kill Rita.

"That was close!" Gisela thought to himself, secretly relieved, after all, he almost killed his sister on the righteous path...

“Rita, you…” Gisela hesitated, about to say something, but then she saw her maid take a few more steps forward, bracing herself against the blade that was still falling on her.

The black high heels struck the smooth marble floor like drumbeats, yet also felt like a melody hitting Gisela's heart.

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Chapter 62 Princess Starting from Zero: I am your eternal maid