Seeing that Krexia still hadn’t made a move, Castilla’s frown deepened.
The commotion this little Mage caused just now was no small matter. With such a wide-range spell, the Mage Guild over in Vanor City would definitely have detected it.
If the White Sanctuary noticed something amiss and sent even stronger people over, things would get troublesome.
They couldn’t afford to drag this out.
She needed to finish the mission quickly and report back to Miss Fana as soon as possible.
Thinking this, Castilla stepped closer, a hint of urgency in her tone.
“Hit me. Hurry!”
To Krexia, this looked like something completely different.
She shrank back in fear.
No way, is this person insane?!
What is she trying to do?!
Since when do Blood Clan members like to play letter games too?
What kind of situation is this?
She almost beat me to death earlier, then healed me, and now she wants to play identity reversal?
Just because her body is tough, does she like playing such intense games?
Can’t the Blood Clan keep these games to themselves?
Why drag neighboring countries into this mess, you maniac!
And to think this person had targeted her from the very start.
Damn, this is way too scary. I’m sweating, bro.
“Don’t, don’t. I get that you’re in a hurry.”
“Understand?”
Castilla froze.
Does she know Miss Fana’s real identity?
Or does she know my mission?
Impossible.
“But even if we’re going to play, we can’t do it here. There are magic beasts everywhere, it’s dangerous, and if someone sees us, it’d be bad…”
Mutant Magic Beasts?
Castilla thought about it. Those things should mostly be dead by now.
When she was pursuing earlier, to prevent the two from the White Sanctuary from wasting her time, she had deliberately used [Forced Summoning] to call the nearest Mutant Magic Beasts over.
As for others, those useless little flies had long since been killed by her. There shouldn’t be anyone else coming for a while.
No, that means this person is just trying to stall for time.
A dangerous light flickered in Castilla’s eyes, and the familiar Blood Spike appeared at her fingertip again.
“Hit me. Or I’ll hit you.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll hit, is that not enough?!”
“What kind of nonsense is this, seriously.”
Without a Magic Wand and with little Magic Power left, Krexia raised the Gunblade and aimed at Castilla.
Castilla tilted her head.
Has the design of human Magic Wands become this novel?
“Bang!”
A Magical Bullet was fired, and the strength of a second-tier attack struck Castilla’s arm, not even tearing her robe.
“How…how was that, was the force enough?”
Krexia asked cautiously.
She was genuinely afraid of angering this Great God, only for the other party to reverse roles again out of displeasure.
With such strength, this person’s status within the Blood Clan must be high as well, right?
Someone like this, instead of enjoying life among the Blood Clan, insisted on coming to the human side for fun, and after playing S wasn’t satisfied and wanted to be M too.
She couldn’t even refuse and was threatened into playing.
My god, where do you find such a twisted Blood Clan member?
Of course, Castilla had no idea what Krexia was thinking. After enduring an attack that was more like a tickle, she used her Blood Eye to check Krexia’s Magic Power level.
Her Magic Power hadn’t decreased, which meant that strange-looking object wasn’t a Magic Wand, but a magical tool.
“Throw that away. Use Magic.”
Castilla pointed at the Gunblade and ordered.
A black line appeared above Krexia’s head.
Sister, isn’t this wrong?
Have you really played letter games before?
This isn’t how the letter game works. According to the rules, shouldn’t I be the master right now?
How could a slave act all high and mighty towards the master?
Castilla flashed the Blood Spike in her hand.
Obediently, Krexia tossed the Gunblade aside.
“Use a powerful spell. Like before.”
Only by doing so could more Magic Power be consumed.
That’s what Castilla thought.
Krexia looked to the side at the spot where the [Cage of a Thousand Winds] had been released.
Now the area was flattened, the ground covered with charred black earth emitting a scorched smell. Traces of molten material blown by the wind could be seen, topped with a thin Glass Layer.
So fierce.
She gave an invisible thumbs-up in her mind.
Others use wax and little whips.
But not her.
This person probably wouldn’t even flinch if hit with a napalm bomb.
How frustrated must she be among the Blood Clan?
She wanted to tell the other party she had no Magic Wand, her mana bar was nearly empty, and if she forced the spell now, she’d go berserk and start using her own blood.
But the Blood Spike in the other’s hand made it clear that if she didn’t use Magic Power, she’d be forced to use blood and have her health bar emptied.
What could she do?
She was a passive S now.
With a bitter face, Krexia began chanting a Fourth-Rank Fire Magic.
The noble Blood Clan lady had spoken, demanding her to use a powerful spell as before, with just the right force to satisfy her.
So now fire-attribute Magic was a candle, huh?
Fine, fine.
She really couldn’t use a Fifth-Rank Fire Magic, and a combination spell like before was out of the question.
She could only use Fourth-Rank Fire Magic.
Thus, the familiar three Magic Circles—two large, one small—unfolded around her, with Magic Inscriptions gradually outlining the perimeter.
To save Magic Power, she chose not to use her own reserves, but to draw on Spirituality to manipulate the surrounding magic for the spell.
The temperature in the air began to rise.
Castilla saw that Krexia’s Magic Power wasn’t decreasing and understood she was trying to save mana by using Spirituality.
How could this be allowed?
How would she complete her mission then?
“Hurry up!”
Is she that impatient?
Can’t she wait even a moment?
“Hurry, or I’ll hit you!”
Don’t rush me, ancestor! I’m casting already!
Under such threats, Krexia had no choice but to draw upon the last of her Magic Power used to suppress the Witch’s Power, pouring it into the Magic Circle.
The outlining of the Magic Inscriptions accelerated, with forty of them appearing around the Magic Circle.
The Spell Circuit closed, Magic Power flowed smoothly, and it was another perfect spell chant.
In the past, Krexia would have been happy to successfully cast a Fourth-Rank or higher spell, proving she wasn’t just a Mage struggling at the bottom, but one with great talent.
But this time, the chanting felt more painful than anything in her life.
Damn Blood Clan, using the noble Magic I revere as some kind of adult toy—how are you any different from that wicked Third Princess!
Just you wait. When I get stronger, I’ll yank off your headpiece and slap your face until it swells!
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