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However, for Gisela now, leaving Vienna, where the powerful and wealthy abound, and going to Prague, where no one cares about him, is the best choice. When he successfully returns to Vienna in the future, he will wear a crown truly supported by the Bohemians, return like lightning, and then take the crown of the empire.

"By the way, Rita, I have a question for you." Gisela turned to her maid, Xiaojie, and said.

Do you prefer Prague or Vienna?

“It’s Vienna. Vienna is the music capital, the capital of the empire, and the birthplace of His Highness. There are only a handful of cities in Europe that can compare to Vienna. No city can hold as much weight in my heart as Vienna.” As she said this, Rita gazed at her beautiful prince and suddenly raised her hand to gently stroke his cheek. But when her hand was halfway up, she seemed to remember that His Highness’s younger brother was still there, so she could only click her tongue in slight dissatisfaction and lower her arm.

"Is that so?" Gisela didn't care about the other's little tricks. After all, she knew perfectly well that Rita liked her. However, it seemed that she could not go back to her original self. How could she fulfill her promise as a husband like this?

Looking at the maid with the perfect figure in front of him, could it be that fingers are short while sticks are long?

No, no, no! Now is not the time to think about such things.

Gisela shook her head, banishing her wild thoughts. Such things were still far beyond her current capabilities…

“I actually prefer Prague,” Gisela said earnestly, grasping Rita’s lace-gloved right hand. The reason, of course, was Prague, the capital of the Kingdom of Bohemia, which boasted the empire’s most complete and advanced industrial system.

In this era, industrial strength is the best proof of a nation's economic strength.

Sitting some distance away, Rudolf was unaware of Gisela and Rita's conversation. He was simply watching his elder sister being intimate with his maid, which easily led him to think of various rumors, such as that powerful magic users, being too strong, had difficulty finding a suitable partner and therefore easily transferred their affections to the same sex...

But how could he possibly know such a thing? Thinking of his elder sister's terrifying and cunning methods, Rudolf decisively chose to pretend to be asleep, and after a yawn, he collapsed onto his maid sister's lap.

I, Rudolf, am a master of feigning ignorance—

"Is Rudolf sleepy again?" Gisela turned to look at his younger brother lying on Nika's lap, his eyes somewhat amused. He didn't believe that the other was that sleepy, but he didn't need this third wheel to cultivate his relationship with his "wife".

“His Highness Rudolf is like this, he goes to bed when it gets dark, but I’m curious why he’s sleeping so well today…” Nika’s tone was somewhat puzzled, because she really couldn’t understand why Rudolf was acting so strangely today.

“Perhaps he’s just too tired. Let him sleep a little longer.” Gisela deliberately raised her voice a few decibels, seemingly speaking to Nika, but Rudolf, who was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, suddenly jolted awake. He now truly regretted provoking his second sister.

The carriage continued on its way and soon crossed the bridge. Six fully armed royal cuirassiers were scanning the crowd with sharp eyes. Although they did not believe that the citizens of Prague would do anything to attack the royal family, they still had to remain highly vigilant just in case.

And so, as their procession passed the crossroads where the old Prague Parliament was located, the unexpected still happened...

PS1: Sorry for the lateness

Chapter 149 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter 10 Full Power (Seeking Votes)

"Oh!"

Suddenly, gunshots rang out from the crowd. Two cavalrymen standing at the front of the carriage were hit directly by the incoming bullets and fell to the ground. The deafening gunfire shattered the harmonious and joyful atmosphere at the intersection in an instant. The horses, startled by the gunfire, neighed and stamped their front hooves in the air, while the crowd on the street screamed in fright, ignoring the instructions of the police on duty, and scattered haphazardly in all directions.

The cloaked man and his companions picked up weapons, pushed through the crowd, and shot the policeman in front of them dead with pistols. It seems that security in Prague is not as reliable as the city officials have claimed.

This is not surprising, after all, the Bohemian region where Prague is located has always been one of the most prosperous areas in the empire and has not experienced war for a long time, so most people are at a loss when faced with such a situation.

"Protect the two princes!" the cavalry captain shouted to his men, while the remaining cuirassiers moved toward the carriage, trying to protect the nobles inside with their bodies. Police and soldiers following behind also drew their weapons and fired at the cloaked figures who had been shooting. With each burst of gunfire, several cloaked figures fell to the ground, and many innocent civilians who had not escaped far also fell into pools of blood.

It seemed they had planned this all along. The cloaked figure had already ambushed Lou Qilin's companions, and quickly lit the explosive pack in his hand, throwing it at the heads of the Imperial police and soldiers who couldn't fully deploy due to the narrowness of the old street. A huge roar and thick smoke instantly filled the street, and the carriage carrying Gisela and the others was also swept into the smoke from the explosion.

Minutes later, the smoke dissipated, and the streets were already a mess. The explosives used by Yiliuyi to blast mountains and mines had predictable consequences when used against people: groaning, seriously wounded soldiers, flying limbs, charred ground, and shattered glass shards—all of this demonstrated the extraordinary power of the explosives.

The cloaked figures slid down the rooftops via ropes, drew their weapons, and headed towards the overturned royal carriage. Of course, they didn't forget to finish off the wounded but loyal royal cuirassiers who stood in their way. These dutiful knights, even in their final moments, did not forget to protect their monarch.

The tall, thin man with glasses instructed his men not to get too close to the carriage, but to keep them about ten meters away and to fire at it. After all, they still dared not let their guard down about the person inside the carriage, just to be on the safe side.

Inside the carriage a few minutes ago —

"Your Highness! There's a gunshot!" Rita was the first to hear the gunshot. The moment the gunshot rang out, Rita immediately stood up, skillfully lifted her skirt, and pulled out her dagger from her thigh, intending to push open the door and go out. As an excellent guard, these actions had become instinctive.

“Miss Rita, don’t worry, the guards will take care of everything for us. For your safety, please don’t get out of the carriage rashly.” Miss Nika quickly grabbed Rita’s wrist. Her judgment was actually correct. After all, hiding in the sturdy carriage was better than being exposed to the outside and letting the assassins easily find your location.

“But…” Rita was about to refute such a negative approach when…

"Listen! That's our gunshot." Miss Nika looked in the direction of the gunshot.

Of course, Rita heard the gunshots too. Although the gunshots were somewhat chaotic and disorganized, there was no doubt that there were many shots fired. This clearly meant that reinforcements from the rear of the team had caught up. Thinking of the support from the reinforcements, Rita breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down in her seat.

As for Gisela, who was sitting to the side, she didn't pay any attention to the conversation between the two. Instead, when she sensed danger using her magical senses, she suddenly spoke up to warn them:

"Oh no! Protect Rudolf!" Because at that moment she noticed that explosives were being thrown from the roof.

Although Rudolf's death was more beneficial than harmful to her, Gisela ultimately didn't want the kid to die there, because it would make her parents sad, and she wasn't a heartless and cold-blooded person.

"Boom!" The violent shaking and explosion instantly overturned the carriage to the ground. Gisela felt her vision go black and then fell into a brief daze in the midst of the violent explosion.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw a figure she knew all too well.

“Rita, you don’t need to get so close. I’m fine.” Gisela breathed a sigh of relief. As a magic user, she couldn’t be killed by someone of this level. Due to the lighting, Gisela couldn’t see Rita’s face clearly at the moment. She could only judge her identity by the outline of her face.

Unfortunately, Rita didn't respond this time...

A drop of warm liquid landed on Gisela's face. She raised her hand to wipe it away, but the moment she touched the liquid, she felt a sticky and warm sensation. It felt familiar, just like the time Miss Goben had experienced it.

Gisela immediately understood. Regardless of strength or status, Rita pulled Gisela into her arms the instant of the explosion, using her body to shield her from the shockwave.

“Rita…” At this moment, a feeling of regret, guilt and anger overwhelmed her heart. Bleeding meant injury, and injury meant death. Rita’s death was an outcome that Gisela absolutely could not accept.

Putting aside Rita's admiration for her, the maid before Gisela was also a member of her family who had been with her the longest. When someone's companionship becomes taken for granted, the feeling of losing her is...

At this moment, Gisela realized that this maid had quietly taken root in her heart. Thinking of this, Gisela stretched out her slightly trembling hand and gently stroked Rita's cool and beautiful face. In a sense, it was one of the few times that Gisela took the initiative...

"She seems to still be breathing." Gisela thought to herself with relief. Clearly, the maid was not dead, but had just been injured and unconscious. Gisela finally breathed a sigh of relief at this thought.

Gisele stretched out his palm and gently stroked the girl's slightly warm cheek, then lightly bit his lip, as if to remind himself of Rita's sacrifices for him.

"This is a small reward for you, my most loyal maid and..." Before she could finish speaking, Gisela gently kissed Rita's lips, her kiss unlike her awkwardness in front of Chloris. This time, it was tender and subtle.

She only lightly touched Rita's lips; the act was more about form than pleasure.

As Gisela unleashed her full power, she failed to notice Rudolf, who had also awakened, staring in astonishment at the scene. To the young boy, the intimacy between the two beautiful older sisters was so exquisite and...

"So my sister really does like girls." Rudolf seemed to have come to some incredible conclusion in his mind, but this actually made him feel a little relieved. At least this way, his sister wouldn't marry that guy named Leopold.

PS1: I came up with two titles, "Assassinating the King" and "This," but I think this one is more interesting.

Chapter 150 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter11 Stay put, understand? (Happy Holidays!)

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunfire erupted outside again, and a hail of bullets struck the metal disc beneath the carriage, clanging and pulling Gisela back to reality from her thoughts of emotion and relief.

The thought that Rita had been hurt by them ignited a strange anger within her!

She gently placed Rita on the ground, then glanced at Nika, who was also unconscious, and Rudolf, who looked worried, before taking a deep breath and saying:

"Stay here and don't move. They're most likely targeting you." Gisela's reasoning was simple: these rebels, with their mediocre equipment, wouldn't dare to attack a mage, even if they had the guts. Otherwise, they would be courting death.

“Then you must be careful, Your Highness…” Rudolf shrank his neck, but then, as if he had thought of something, he added, “Sister-in-law… I will take good care of Miss Rita.”

Although he might not be able to help, Rudolph would still have the responsibility that a man should have.

“Hmm!” Gisela nodded, acknowledging her brother’s words. Of course, she didn’t focus too much attention on Rudolf, but instead closed her eyes and quickly entered the meditative state she had been in before, trying to find her helper, that is, the other “self” who had turned the tide in Denmark.

As the saying goes, there is a sequence to learning, and everyone has their own expertise; fighting is not something Gisela is good at.

"Are you still there?" Gisela's thoughts echoed in her mind, and after a moment, a lazy voice reluctantly answered...

"What do you want with me? Can't you even handle those bugs outside? I really don't know how I became like this." Su Beiming said with some exasperation. He wanted to criticize Gisela further, but considering that she had no memories, had not fully gained power, and even her soul was not completely the same as her past self, it could be said that she was a blank slate, so there was no point in being angry or scolding her.

“I’m really sorry I’m not strong enough, but I do need your help right now.” Gisela sighed. She didn’t object to Su Beiming’s criticism. After all, it was their own business what they said, especially since it was another version of herself. But that was all under the premise of resolving the current crisis.

"Ha! So be it. Who told you and me to be like two sides of a yin-yang fish? Helping you is helping myself."

"Thank you!"

"..." Hearing Gisela's thanks left Su Beiming speechless for a moment. But for some reason, looking at this useless version of himself, Su Beiming didn't feel much dissatisfaction. Instead, he felt a little relieved. After all, he was burdened by too much of his past and couldn't live as wonderful a life as this little one. Moreover, although she was weaker, she had quite a few clever ideas.

If I were the person I am now, I'm afraid I could forge a new path...

When Gisela awoke again, her golden hair had been replaced by silver. She covered her eyes with her right hand, and her right eye was now glowing with a purple light that was different from her left eye.

"However, I'm happy to take care of dealing with the pests." Although Su Beiming is no longer the Princess of the Ming Dynasty, she never shies away from the matter of killing. Or rather, because she has suffered betrayal, she is even more enthusiastic about killing than before.

At the same time, with the awakening of another "Gisela", the surrounding magical energy became noticeably more agitated.

At this moment, Rudolf stared blankly at his sister, whose temperament was completely different from before, and was even more surprised. To him, if his sister before was just a gentle and slightly cunning beauty, then his sister now was like a cold winter wind, as if there was nothing in the world that she cared about.

“Rudolf, if you behaved yourself, perhaps I would be more pleased.” Gisela tilted her head, her captivating purple eyes scrutinizing the Austro-Hungarian Crown Prince, a composed smile playing on her lips. But this demeanor only instilled fear in Rudolf.

It's said that magical abilities come in many forms and vary in strength, and this is clearly part of her older sister's power, but her other older sister is definitely better...

Gisela wasn't going to waste any time. Instead, she stretched her joints and casually ripped open her long skirt to make it easier to move during the upcoming battle.

"Kid, stay here and don't go anywhere, understand?" With that, Gisela stepped onto the seat, kicked the overturned metal door of the carriage violently, and then quickly jumped out.

Rudolf swallowed hard, looking at his sister from earlier. To be honest, although his sister in her second personality looked a bit scary, she was surprisingly dashing and cool.

The attackers were still firing.

At this moment, they also noticed that the carriage door had been violently kicked open, and a silver-white figure jumped out of the carriage and walked into their field of vision in such an open and aboveboard manner.

Although the white-clad figure did not speak, the striking fox ears on her head silently told the attackers a desperate truth—this woman was none other than the princess they feared.

“Two choices.” Gisela held up two fingers, her tone flat and devoid of any emotion. Such an aura shouldn’t belong to a 14-year-old girl, yet it was clearly displayed to the attackers.

"Keep firing." The tall, thin man with glasses pulled out his pistol and fired several shots at the woman in front of him, but his bullets, just like those fired by his comrades, hit an invisible wall just before they reached "Gisela," then lost momentum and fell to the ground.

The simple magic shield is something that anyone with common sense knows. Only magic users with divinely bestowed talents and a massive amount of magic energy as a foundation can independently construct and use this simple magic protection. Although the shield is not very strong, it has no difficulty in dealing with attacks from conventional light weapons. Its greatest advantage is that it can operate independently without magic armor and the magic efficiency amplifier mounted on it.

Although countries all want to make breakthroughs in this technology, it seems that it is still a privilege enjoyed only by magic users.

"Damn it!" The tall, thin man removed the spent cartridge from the empty cylinder and skillfully took out bullets from his bag to reload.

PS1: Gisela with the white-haired BFF is still quite imposing.

PS2: Poor cat is away on a business trip QAQ

Chapter 151 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter 12 The Man to Be Slain (Seeking Votes)

"I despise all those who lack romantic understanding." With that, Gisela snapped her fingers lightly. With a crisp sound, a horrifying scene appeared before the attackers. The two cloaked men closest to Gisela had already been decapitated. The smooth cuts were devoid of any excess connective tissue, and the blood spurting from the veins was as beautiful and graceful as blooming flowers.

The dozens of attackers turned their gaze back to the direction where Gisela had been standing, but there was no one there anymore.

"How could this be..." Before the burly man could even speak, a dagger was thrust into his heart from behind. His companion reacted quickly, slamming his rifle butt against "Gisela." "Gisela" smirked, using the man's shoulder as a pivot, spinning him around his back before delivering a powerful kick to his companion's temple with his heel. With the force of the kick, his companion spun several times before collapsing to the ground.

Using the momentum of her flying kick, Gisela twisted the neck of the burly man she had stabbed in the heart. As the man's massive body fell, Gisela rolled on the ground and, like a fox on the hunt, charged toward her remaining prey.

Soon, another burly man tried to use his massive frame to restrain Gisela, creating an opportunity for his companion's attack. However, just as he was about to grab Gisela with his savage charge, she suddenly bent down, then used her shoulder as a fulcrum to grab the man's arm. Using his forward momentum, she easily deflected the heavy weight, slamming the man heavily to the ground. Of course, she then stomped hard on his head with her heel. As for the beautiful view exposed under her skirt, it was long gone with the man's screams.

How could these Westerners possibly understand Su Beiming's mastery of Eastern martial arts? These fighting techniques, honed and mastered over hundreds of years, have already placed her at a level that is difficult for ordinary people to reach in close combat.

Seeing their companion's gruesome death, the remaining attackers became even more ferocious. Some fired guns, while others charged directly at Gisela with explosives, believing that it was better to die with the girl than to perish at her hands.

Gisela rolled away to dodge the enemy's bullets, picked up stones from the ground, and hurled them with the strength of her wrists. Stones can also hurt people, and as long as the force and the location of the hit are accurate, it is not difficult for Gisela, who has superhuman strength.

The flying stones hit them squarely on the head, knocking them down, while the lit explosives fell to the ground at the same time. A few seconds later, a huge explosion engulfed almost all the remaining people.

The tall, thin man with glasses pushed up his glasses and stared at the girl in front of him with a somewhat frightened expression. He backed away while loading bullets with trembling hands. What should have been a minute-long action took him several minutes.

"Don't come any closer, don't come any closer." The man loaded his gun, raised it, and aimed it at "Gisella," whose face was covered in blood. At this moment, the princess looked at him with contempt. The bloody killing just now seemed as easy and simple as playing a game to her.

“I clearly gave you two choices, but you wanted to give up.” “Gisella” licked her lips and deliberately pressed her head against the muzzle of the man’s revolver.

“Come, quickly flick your trigger with your right index finger, send your bullet of hatred through my skull, and then through my heart, and with your pathetic rage, ignite the fire of fury against this country.” Gisela’s tone was somewhat sentimental, as if she were a bard reciting poetry.

"You're a devil! You're not human at all!" The man had never seen a human remain so calm even with a gun pointed at his forehead, because even a magic user couldn't immediately create a shield to defend themselves at that distance.

"Yes, I am the vengeful spirit, a demon from the East." With that, Gisela grabbed the man by the neck and slammed him heavily to the ground. The force was so great that it caused a huge collapse in the solid road surface, and the man was killed instantly by the immense force.

"No one is better at killing than me. If it's for another new self, what does it matter if I fall into the eighteenth level of hell now?" This time, Su Beiming spoke in Chinese. She wasn't trying to vent anything. At this moment, she said these words more as if she were affirming herself and admonishing herself.

"Transaction complete." After saying this, Su Beiming looked around and then handed his body back to Gisela. However, Gisela seemed to have encountered some problems, as she was unable to regain control of her body immediately. At this moment, her body fell straight to the ground like a puppet that had been released from its string.

"Boom boom boom!" The sound of war drums rang out—

Where am I? Gisela looked at the row of familiar Chinese ancient buildings in front of her and suddenly felt a strange sense of disorientation.

She looked around, then raised her sleeve. Why was she wearing ancient Chinese clothing? If her memory served her right, she should have been on the streets of Prague, preparing to have another version of herself help her take revenge. But where had she been taken now?

Could she have time-traveled again? Having had the experience once before, she no longer thought time travel was anything extraordinary. If it wasn't time travel, how could she explain that she was now in China, tens of thousands of kilometers away?

Gisela shook her head, dismissing these strange thoughts, and looked towards the distance. On the high platform, there seemed to be a tall, mature woman with long black hair. Unlike the black hair Gisela had seen before, the woman's hair was jet black and full, and under the sunlight, it looked as if it were wrapped in a thin golden veil.

Out of curiosity, Gisela slowly walked toward the woman on the high platform in the distance. On both sides of the steps she walked, countless fully armed soldiers bowed to her. She could clearly feel the fervor and longing in the eyes of these soldiers as they looked at her.

This must be what it feels like to be admired by thousands...

She looked up again, and the graceful back of the black-haired woman high above was so captivating that she couldn't help but want to get a closer look.

"Now that I have gained the world, why would I care about you petty scoundrels, barking like broken-backed dogs?" It was a black-haired mature woman in military uniform, her right arm raised high, the Emperor's sword in her hand already gleaming with a chilling, predatory light.

"The wrath of the emperor can cause millions of corpses to lie in wait and blood to flow for thousands of miles."

PS1: Merry Christmas!

Chapter 152 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter 13 Confrontation in the Sea of ​​Consciousness