“Are you really going back to that Demon Academy?” the adventurer asked again.
“Yeah, there’s something I have to investigate thoroughly,” Qingshamu replied.
After exchanging intelligence, the S-class adventurer squad left behind a box of secret supplies and then withdrew from the graveyard, as it was not a place suitable for them to linger.
Only the Hero possessed perfect Magical Beast Disguise Ability; ordinary people’s scent lingering here for too long would attract the Bloodthirsty Magical Beasts.
It had only been a short time since their defeat in Phoenix City, and no one knew what exactly the young Hero had gone through—or why he now exuded such a powerful aura of leadership.
“Feini… where exactly are you?”
She sat by the window, gazing at the dark night sky, but the gloomy face of that sullen girl suddenly appeared in her mind.
Just then, shadows flickered outside, and a group of uninvited guests appeared in the graveyard.
“Coming early today—did they catch the scent of living flesh?”
Qingshamu withdrew her thoughts, picked up the sword beside her, and stepped outside.
At the edge of the graveyard, a large number of Ghouls had gathered.
These were the lowest-tier Bloodthirsty Magical Beasts, but their numbers were massive, and their decayed flesh was poisonous.
Even top-tier Magical Beasts would avoid crossing paths with a Ghoul horde.
This graveyard was originally their territory, but Qingshamu had wiped them out. Yet, as soon as one group was slaughtered, another arrived.
Any normal person or Magical Beast would have fled long ago, but Qingshamu’s mind hadn’t been quite right recently.
Unable to sleep at night, whenever she closed her eyes, images of Feini and that white-haired girl flooded her mind, filling her with restless thoughts that kept her awake.
So, Qingshamu suddenly raised her sword and charged into the Ghoul horde. In the blink of an eye, countless severed limbs and bodies flew through the air.
Now, the only way she could find a moment of peace was to fight until exhaustion every night.
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So, what were Feini and the children doing?
They hadn’t gone anywhere. While others were on break, they remained in the dormitory area of the God and Demon Academy.
However, they weren’t living in Room 302. Instead, the Faceless Witch had hidden them in a small wooden house tucked away in the farthest corner.
Although it wasn’t as luxurious as the three-story villa dormitory, it was more than enough for the three of them.
The elusive Faceless Witch had settled there as well, helping Feini take care of the two children—becoming a kind of substitute caretaker.
But as a transmigrator, Feini was fully aware of the Faceless Witch’s true intentions. She wouldn’t let her guard down or trust her completely.
This meant it was time to talk about the founder of the God and Demon Academy: the Nameless Witch.
She was the strongest magic wielder in the Demon Domain, bar none, and also its most mysterious presence.
Feini knew what she really was—the Nameless Witch was a pure magical intelligence, without a physical form.
Her consciousness was stored in the void, omniscient and omnipotent, the so-called God of Magic.
The God and Demon Academy was her personal playground to stave off boredom.
Only an immortal being of her caliber could build such a blasphemous academy in the Demon Domain.
All the witch instructors were merely magical avatars of the Nameless Witch.
From admissions officers to homeroom teachers, class leaders, disciplinarians, vice principals, and the principal—every administrative figure was just a fragment of the Nameless Witch’s magical will.
These fragments were both administrators and toys to her.
Because the witches were part of the academy’s grand experiment, they had a unique path for advancement: recruiting powerful Magical Beast Apprentices.
By assembling their own teams to defeat other witches’ teams, they earned the Nameless Witch’s favor, which elevated their status and enhanced their magic power.
Every high-ranking senior witch had formed alliances with various Magical Beast clans to acquire strong apprentices.
Now you know why the Faceless Witch cared so much about Feini and her children.
Strong, wild Magical Beast cubs without affiliations—like little Black and little White—were treasures to her, symbols of promotion and profit.
In the end, it was all a naked game of ‘利益与算计’ (interest and calculation).
The witches had been puppets from the beginning, their sole purpose to entertain the Nameless Witch.
As for Heiqi Long and Bai Yuge, they weren’t normal children either.
Only half a month had passed since their birth, but they had already grown significantly, doubling their size daily.
Every morning they woke looking different. Bai Yuge had evolved from an infant to a little girl, then to a young maiden.
She had no Magical Beast form—instead, she was born fully humanoid, not even a shapeshift. It was very strange.
Heiqi Long had also grown several times fatter and could no longer stay indoors, mostly lying around in the yard.
“Long Long, be good and pay attention in class,” the Faceless Witch urged anxiously, crouching in the yard to teach Heiqi Long how to assume human form.
But the moment Heiqi Long heard her nagging, he would grow sleepy and fall asleep quickly.
“Looks like there’s no other way. I’ll register Bai Yuge for enrollment first—she’s almost grown enough. Little Black Dragon still needs to wait,” the Faceless Witch said, returning to the wooden house to tell Feini, who was folding clothes.
“Don’t forget our agreement,” Feini reminded her like a nagging wife.
“…” The Faceless Witch was at her wit’s end. That sentence was the one she heard the most from Feini—probably dozens of times.
Besides, Feini and her daughters had already signed a High-level Demon God Contract, entitling them to official treatment, significantly increased food allowances, and protection from the witches within the academy.
The contract was in duplicate; Feini herself kept one copy, bound with magical restraints. As a magical being, she couldn’t go back on her word.
Even the witches were a bit annoyed by Feini’s nagging.
“Why so silent? Are you plotting some sneaky trick?” Feini continued whining, buzzing like a fly in her ear.
“Enough!” The Faceless Witch slammed the table, shouting, “I’ve already explained! I can’t break the contract!”
“Why so anxious? Is there something in your past?” Feini retorted.
Nearby, little Bai and Black, always worried caretakers, remained unfazed—they were used to this.
They quarreled every day, like an old married couple.
Bai Yuge even served them two cups of tea to soothe their throats before another fight.
As for little Bai, she had grown tall and graceful, her white hair parted in the middle with a spot of cinnabar on her forehead, exuding an ethereal aura.
But Bai Yuge radiated a dangerous aura like a certain someone—an icy beauty that warned strangers to keep their distance.
Her calm face concealed a sharp killing intent. She was to be admired from afar, not toyed with.
Her weapon was just a wooden training sword picked up from the roadside—a clear sign of poverty.