Was Ichiya Actually Strong?

After quickly treating Aria's injuries from the enemy, Eleven began to check on the location of his other companions. After all, there was only Aria in his possession, and Eleven was quite worried about the other three.

Elaine scanned the nearby grove with his Spiritual Power; Bacchus was still engaged in battle. However, seeing Bacchus relentlessly attacking the female mage, Eleven felt relieved, figuring Bacchus wasn't the one suffering losses.

He had originally intended to help Bacchus, but the next second, Eleven frowned, turned around, and ran off in another direction.

There, he discovered Jura lying unconscious on the ground.

Jura was still alive, and his even breathing could be felt. Eleven cautiously approached and found that although Jura looked to be in some pain, he did not seem to have any obvious external injuries, as if he were asleep having a nightmare.

"Mr. Jura, wake up. Can you hear me?" After briefly checking Jura's condition, Eleven stepped forward and shook his body uncertainly.

"Oh, Eleven, I'm so glad you're alright."

Eleven had only intended to check on Jura's condition, but unexpectedly, shaking Jura a couple of times actually woke her up. Jura sat up weakly, clutching her bald head, and her first words were still concerned about Eleven's safety, which was honestly quite touching.

"Hmm, I'm fine. Mr. Jura, how are you feeling? Did you just encounter an enemy? What kind of person could possibly defeat you?"

Eleven helped Jura sit against a large tree, firing off questions like a machine gun. It hadn't been long since they'd encountered the enemy Eleven had found Jura; it was unbelievable that someone could have taken Jura down so quietly in such a short time.

There was no trace of Yi Ye nearby. Had he been completely obliterated? Oh, poor Mr. Yi Ye.

Jura gulped down a few mouthfuls of water to calm the lingering discomfort in her body. Her expression finally turned serious as she looked at Eleven. She struggled to sit up and answered Eleven's question.

"I just ran into Zaxue a while ago. I'm so sorry, I couldn't protect the Dragon Cry Magic Staff, and he stole it from me."

"Zaxue is that Mr. Zaxue Jura we've been talking about; he defeated you."

Eleven's expression immediately turned strange, filled with disbelief. How could Jura be defeated by that Zaxue? That guy was just a weakling! His magic to control people was quite strange, but it shouldn't be enough to easily defeat a mage of Jura's level.

"No, it wasn't Zaxue who defeated me." Jura shook her head, explaining with a grave expression, "To be precise, it was Zaxue who used some kind of magic to control Yi Ye, and I was defeated by Yi Ye."

Eleven: °Д°

"Really?"

"I really have to admit, he was an extremely terrifying mage. Without any prior warning, I was taken down almost without any chance to fight back. I didn't even realize when he attacked."

"Really?"

Isn't One Night just a simple case of perversion?

Recalling that night, Eleven's mind was filled with his ever-present handsome looks and his fiery red lips when he was dressed as a woman.

To be honest, Ichiya is indeed quite scary, but that refers to his perverted acts; he's definitely not as scary as Jura described.

It's really hard to reconcile the word "powerful" with that image of him overnight; it just feels so incongruous.

Jura was already incredibly powerful; if someone could instantly kill Jura in one night, wouldn't that mean...?

Even that pervert from one night is much stronger than me?

At that moment, Eleven felt his world turn gray.

Jura understood Eleven's bewildered expression. Not only was Eleven incredulous, but Jura himself had been filled with disbelief the moment he was defeated by Ichiya. Even now, he didn't quite understand what Ichiya had done to him.

However, there was no time for Eleven to digest and summarize. Jura felt that she had recovered enough, so she sprang to her feet and pulled Eleven along as they ran.

"Eleven, we must find Ichiya and Zaxue immediately. Zaxue seems to be using the power of the Dragon Cry to retaliate against Fiore. If we fail to stop him, it could lead to the horrific destruction of the entire Fiore."

Дノ: "Um, really?"

Meanwhile, in the Kingdom of Stella, at the foot of the Tower of Ritual.

"Pain Perfume"

Accompanied by a sweet baritone voice, a mysterious red gas spread among the soldiers guarding the tower. All the soldiers who smelled the gas were first stunned, and then unbearable pain suddenly erupted all over their bodies.

The intense pain instantly robbed these ordinary soldiers of their consciousness, and they collapsed to the ground one after another.

Only then did Ichiya and Zaxue emerge from the darkness. Ichiya was expressionless, even lacking his usual dashing gestures, and his eyes glowed red, clearly indicating that he had been controlled by Zaxue.

Zaxue glanced at the soldiers lying on the ground and nodded with satisfaction. He hadn't expected that the unexpectedly controlled Fiore mage would be so useful.

He originally intended to control the powerful bald man, but he accidentally got his attention drawn to this disgusting guy, and the magic was activated, resulting in him controlling the wrong target.

Fortunately, this pervert was quite capable; he helped him resolve all the troubles along the way, saving him a lot of time.

"Guard this place. Eliminate anyone who tries to enter the tower except me."

Zaxue gripped the Dragon Cry tightly in his hand, grinning as he looked up at the top of the sacrificial tower. Then he turned and gave an order to Yiye before rushing into the tower and running up the stairs towards the top.

He wanted revenge on the Kingdom of Fiore. Since the Kingdom of Fiore wasn't going to let him go, he had no choice but to erase Fiore from the map.

With this Dragon Cry sword brought from Fiore, we will completely raze the territory of the Kingdom of Fiore to the ground.

Thinking this, Zaxue's heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge, and his smile became even more ferocious. Ye Yi, standing outside the door, did not react to Zaxue's laughter at all, and just stood at the door with an expressionless face, beginning his guard duty.