Magic Circle…
Liyami only had bad memories associated with Magic Circles.
If she could, she really didn’t want to touch any Magic Circles ever again.
But unfortunately, there was no “if.”
The only way for her to improve her current condition was through this Magic Circle.
She had no other choice now but to take the gamble.
Still, since Sifney said this Magic Circle could help her, it probably wouldn’t be a problem…right?
Liyami glanced at Sifney, who was simply smiling and waiting for Liyami to step into the Magic Circle.
It looked perfectly normal.
Hopefully, nothing goes wrong.
Thinking this, Liyami first stepped one foot into the Magic Circle.
Seeing that nothing happened, she then fully stepped inside.
Once Liyami was completely inside the Magic Circle, Sifney nodded slightly and began chanting incantations that neither Liyami nor Colin had ever heard before, nor could they understand.
No, to be precise, it wasn’t just unfamiliar incantations —
Sifney was chanting in an entirely different language.
That’s why Liyami and Colin couldn’t make sense of what she was saying at all.
Standing nervously inside the Magic Circle, Liyami anxiously awaited what would come next.
When she saw Sifney start chanting in that other language, her heart rate accelerated.
Especially when she realized Sifney was chanting in a language she barely recognized, she started to wonder if beginning so hastily was a bad idea.
Usually, spells or Magic Circles crafted in foreign languages would be tested first before use, right?
Is it really okay to just activate it like this?
Or rather, how did Sifney know this Magic Circle could help her?
Where did she find this Magic Circle?
And why does she know that language?
Is all of this really okay?
Also, Liyami felt like the language Sifney was chanting in sounded somewhat familiar — as if she had heard something similar somewhere before.
No matter what, all the worry and anxiety inside Liyami’s heart were useless now.
Sifney’s chanting had been going on for a while, and the Magic Circle was already activating.
All she could do now was pray that everything would go smoothly.
Colin, standing beside and watching everything, furrowed his brows tightly when he heard the language Sifney was chanting in.
That language…
Colin stared at Sifney with a tightly knit brow, deep in thought.
He didn’t ask about the language immediately because Liyami was still inside the Magic Circle.
He planned to ask after everything was done.
Liyami paid no attention to Colin’s expression; her full focus was on the Magic Circle beneath her feet and Sifney’s chanting.
As Sifney’s chanting continued, Liyami’s anxiety grew.
She noticed the Magic Circle beneath her feet glowing brighter and brighter, as if a special magical power was quietly entering her body, changing something.
Finally, Sifney finished chanting, and the Magic Circle beneath Liyami’s feet reached its brightest glow.
Though it was the brightest, it wasn’t very bright — probably just as bright as a small Magical Energy Lamp operating at normal capacity.
Still, Liyami felt the light was somewhat dazzling.
Or maybe it was just her nerves playing tricks on her.
Sifney exhaled in relief after finishing the chant.
She noticed Colin’s tightly furrowed gaze on her.
She glanced at him before moving over to wait beside him for the Magic Circle’s effects to finish.
After one or two, maybe three or four minutes, the glow of the Magic Circle began to gradually fade.
Eventually, it completely disappeared, and even the patterns drawn on the floor were erased as if they had never existed.
During this entire time, Liyami had held perfectly still, not even breathing deeply.
Only after the Magic Circle completely vanished did Liyami slowly lift her head and try to sense any changes inside her body.
“Uh, so it’s done? Is there any effect?”
Oddly, Liyami didn’t feel any obvious change within herself.
No, not exactly no change.
She now felt a strange sensation around her lower abdomen, where the Silver Mark was located.
This sensation was very similar to when she controlled the Assassin’s Mark to transmit information, as if she could control the Silver Mark in the same way to…send messages?
No, the Silver Mark definitely didn’t have such a function.
But when it came to the Silver Mark’s use, wasn’t that the thing?
“Ahem, I don’t know what you’re thinking, but I’ll explain a little. Your Silver Mark is now stronger than before. Whether it’s releasing the aura that attracts the opposite sex or extracting power from them, it can do all that now, and it’s even better than before!”
Sifney placed her hands on her hips, puffed out her broad chest proudly, and said.
“Uh, what do you mean?”
Liyami felt even more confused after hearing Sifney’s explanation.
This wasn’t the effect she had expected at all.
“Humph, in short, you’re now a fully qualified demoness! And one of the highest levels too!”
After saying this, Sifney gave Liyami a wink.
Liyami felt as if the sky had fallen down on her.
“No way! Damn you, you little she-demon! What have you done to me?! I don’t want to be a demoness!”
This was completely different from the beautiful fantasy Liyami had before!
She had originally thought Sifney would just make the Silver Mark disappear or at least weaken its influence.
She never expected it to get stronger!
“Alright, I’m just joking. Now you can freely control your Silver Mark. You can pull it all the way up if you want. It’s not really solving the problem, but it’s a way to reduce its impact.”
Seeing Liyami start to panic, Sifney finally finished her explanation.
After listening to Sifney, Liyami finally relaxed a little.
Although the final effect wasn’t what she had hoped for, as long as it could reduce the Silver Mark’s impact, it was acceptable.
After finishing her explanation, Sifney suddenly remembered what Liyami had just said and snapped at her fiercely, “And! Who said I’m a little she-demon! Don’t be fooled by my short stature; I’m actually very old. You’re way older than me!”
Hearing this, Liyami twitched the corner of her mouth.
The only thing Sifney had going for her figure-wise was her chest.
No one could understand how her parents gave birth to her — she was so short, only about one meter forty-something, but her chest was so big!
Almost an F cup!
At that moment, Colin suddenly interrupted.
“Oh? How big?”