Livia walked somewhat absentmindedly on the sidewalk.
She had searched for everyone in the academy who could possibly help her.
Dean Emil was away, and the other teachers with any degree of strength were unwilling to lend a hand due to their wariness of her identity as a witch.
For a moment, Livia truly wished she had never awakened her witch’s blood.
If that were the case, perhaps she could have found someone to rescue Mr. Lynn.
Thinking of this, Livia couldn’t help but slowly stop in her tracks, clenching her pink fists.
She hated her own powerlessness so much.
“Miss Livia, what’s wrong?”
A familiar voice interrupted Livia’s thoughts.
Livia looked up and found that Sophie had appeared beside her at some unknown point.
Although the moment she saw Sophie, Livia still loathed this vixen from the bottom of her heart.
However, she could sense that this vixen’s strength seemed to have grown considerably compared to two days ago.
It seemed… she had reached the level of a Tier 3 warrior.
While she didn’t know what Sophie had gone through these past two days, right now, if she and Sophie joined forces, breaking the magic field might not be a difficult task!
Thinking of this, Livia temporarily set aside her prejudice against Sophie and immediately grabbed her hand, fearing she might change her mind and run away.
“Help me with something!”
“Eh?”
…
Inside the secret realm.
Lynn sat on a stool, propping his chin with his hand, forcing himself to stay awake while listening to Lord Nibelung recount tales of the past.
The stories were long and tedious; he felt waves of sleepiness surging, causing his upper and lower eyelids to constantly fight each other.
To summarize, according to Lord Nibelung, this territory was quite prosperous until a few years ago.
That was until the influence of the Abyssal Cult extended to this place.
They preached extensively throughout the territory, and many of the common folk gradually began to view it as their faith.
Even his son, Joel, was bewitched, becoming the Abyssal Cult’s most fanatical believer.
He even learned the Abyssal Cult’s secret technique, “Endless,” and gradually absorbed the life force of every living thing in the territory to strengthen himself.
By the time Lord Nibelung realized something was wrong, the great mistake had already been made.
After torturing Lord Nibelung until he was half-dead, Joel locked him away in this tiny library.
He wanted Lord Nibelung to see with his own eyes just how high of an achievement the son he once looked down upon would reach in magic!
“So… all I could do was activate the magic circle to keep everyone out of the territory…”
“And then… wait for a mage with enough ability to come and end this chaos.”
Lord Nibelung spoke and then slowly closed his eyes.
“Now… do you have any other questions?”
Lynn yawned and slowly stood up from the chair.
“No more.”
“Find a way to kill me… just as it is written in my will.”
“Then, you will obtain my manor, my territory, my everything…”
Lynn nodded and let out a long sigh.
Just as he was about to make his move, he suddenly felt that something was not quite right.
“Wait, you said… your will states that after killing you, one can obtain everything in your territory?”
“Exactly.”
Lord Nibelung nodded with difficulty.
“Once I am completely dead, you will inherit everything of mine.”
Upon hearing this, the corners of Lynn’s eyes twitched violently.
Damn, so it was a double-faced contract from the very beginning.
“What… happened?”
As if sensing Lynn’s hesitation, Lord Nibelung opened his shriveled eyelids again.
Lynn sighed and fully disclosed the matter of Joel forging the will and the agreement.
“Sigh…”
Lord Nibelung let out a long, helpless sigh after listening.
“Now, there is only one way to solve your problem.”
“What is it?”
Lynn asked with some anticipation.
“Sign my real will.”
Seeing Lynn’s puzzled expression, Lord Nibelung sighed.
“My will… was originally established to protect Joel.”
“His adaptability to mana has been poor since he was a child. Even though I used every means at my disposal to force him to learn magic, the results were minimal.”
“Therefore, to prevent anyone from defying his management, I specifically stated in the will that everyone entering the territory must unconditionally be loyal to the lord and must not raise a hand against him.”
“This is a contract; those who violate it shall suffer heavenly punishment.”
“But now… it has become a weapon to execute Joel.”
Lord Nibelung smiled, a smile filled with pain and helplessness.
Lynn’s eyes lit up upon hearing this.
It seemed that Lord Nibelung’s real will was likely the core mechanism for clearing this secret realm.
“Then, where did you put the will?”
Lynn asked.
Lord Nibelung waved his hand gently, and in the next moment, an old parchment roll appeared in his hand.
“He has been trying to find this real will, yet he doesn’t know that the will has been on my person all along.”
“Sign it, then kill me. You will become the sole heir of this territory…”
Before Lord Nibelung could finish speaking, Joel’s voice suddenly rang out behind the two of them.
“Father, favoring an outsider like this seems a bit unfair, don’t you think?”
As he walked into the cramped library, the few magic lamps in the room seemed to sense the crisis first, suddenly beginning to flicker incessantly.
In the alternating light and shadow, Joel grinned savagely, shedding his disguise and revealing his fangs.
“Father, after so many years, I am finally going to fulfill your expectations of me.”
Joel spoke with a smile.
“But, why do you look like you aren’t happy at all?”
“Joel… why have you become like this…”
Lord Nibelung’s voice was filled with grief.
He didn’t understand why the son who had always been obedient now seemed like a completely different person.
Joel was in no hurry to answer.
He walked up to Lord Nibelung and slowly tore the will to shreds.
“I became like this… naturally to cater to your expectations.”
A cruel smile gradually split across Joel’s face.
He looked at Lynn, eager to appreciate the fear and despair on Lynn’s face.
However, the latter’s face remained as calm as a still breeze.
Joel froze, and then anger and confusion gradually filled his heart.
Why!
The will had been torn by his own hands, and this guy was just a Tier 2 mage.
Without the enhancement of the rules, he stood no chance against him!
How could he still be so calm and indifferent!
“I take it you were looking for this?”
Lynn slowly pulled a signed will from his pocket and shook it in front of Joel’s eyes.
“This… how is this possible!”
Joel panicked slightly.
He had clearly seen with his own eyes that his father had just taken out the will.
And he should have already torn that will to pieces!
How could it appear in Lynn’s hand!
After a brief moment of panic, Joel quickly regained his composure.
“Heh, don’t think you can deceive me with a fake will.”
“Is that so.”
Lynn shrugged.
“Since you could sense that I used communication magic, it isn’t hard to deduce that after I stepped out of the room, you would definitely find a way to follow me and monitor my every move.”
“But, you also wanted to use me to open the border blockade, so you didn’t dare to drop the facade prematurely. Therefore, you could only follow as cautiously as possible without drawing my attention.”
“And that wasted a significant amount of your time.”
“I used that very time difference to sign the will with Lord Nibelung.”
“As for the rest…”
A subtle, inscrutable smile gradually appeared on the corner of Lynn’s mouth.
“Naturally, it was all just a good show performed for your benefit.”