In a bedroom on the third floor of Councilor Macht's mansion, Hazel Macht was sitting on a soft sofa, with his legs curled up and his expression sluggish.
The dance downstairs had officially started after her father's speech. The light country music played by the band reached the girl's ears through the crack in the door, but it failed to arouse her interest at all.
It was not that Hazel was suddenly no longer interested in watching ordinary people's entertainment, nor was it the bandaged wrist that made her move inconvenient, but in the suburban manor, after being bitten crazily by her occult mentor, Marauder, who turned into a mouse, the confused emotions permeated her mind, leaving her in a state of confusion.
This is the teacher who taught her to enter the world of mysticism, gave her power beyond others, and maintained her pride and pride. How could she suddenly turn into a big mouse that could not speak and bite the hand of a student who wanted to hug and comfort it?
Is it true that as seen in the scenes that occasionally appear in his nightmares, Beyonder's supernatural power does not make them transcend mortals, but close to monsters?
She shuddered when she thought that in the future she might have red eyes, speak unclearly, or even bite her parents on the neck.
At this moment, there was a slight collision sound from the windowsill that was filled with crimson Crimson Moon light. Hazel, who had his head buried in his arms trying to block out the sound of the music, suddenly looked up and found a gray mouse that was larger than its kind, pushing open the window and jumping into the bedroom.
Its eyes were strangely dark red and its fur was shiny. It was the teacher who took the initiative to hide in the Suburban Manor.
"Hazel," the mouse said, looking at her bandaged right wrist, "Is your injury okay?"
"Dad asked a doctor to see you. He's fine." The girl with dark green hair pretended to be relaxed and flicked her wrist, her eyes twitching. "Have you recovered? Your condition that day... scared me."
"The situation... sure enough, it is on the verge of getting out of control."
The gray mouse did not answer Hazel, but spoke to himself, and his tone of voice also changed. It was not as gentle as a girl, but as cold as confirming the doubts in his heart.
This incident caused Hazel, who had been smiling just now, to have a frozen expression on his face, curled up on the sofa, and looked at his teacher in disbelief.
"On the verge of losing control?"
Such an unfamiliar word came out of the back of her throat.
But the next second, the gray mouse's figure shattered in the moonlight, and the fragments reflecting Red Light were like the eyes of countless mice flickering, dissipating invisible in the air.
"Teacher?"
Hazel called out in confirmation, but received no response. The window that was supposed to be pushed open by the mouse was also closed tightly, as if everything before was just her dream, just an hallucination caused by anxiety.
She frowned slightly, turned her eyes, and took out the necklace around her neck, placing it in her palm, letting the main body of the necklace inlaid with diamonds and alexandrites look upward, watching one of the gemstones emit a green light, reflecting the strange symbols in her brown eyes.
This is the core Beyonder Ability of "Cipher Scholar": Analysis.
In the green light, everything Hazel saw just now was perfectly Reenactment. The gray mouse pushed open the window again, entered the room, and turned into mirror fragments after a brief conversation.
This was not an illusion, but a false scene created by a certain Beyonder. In that short two-sentence conversation, the other party confirmed that his teacher's condition was not good and was even "on the verge of losing control."
The teacher didn't teach her what "out of control" meant, but Hazel could tell from the literal meaning that this was not a good thing.
And the illusion creator whose power and level were far superior to his own confirmed the teacher's condition and left with satisfaction. His purpose is self-evident!
His face gradually turned pale, and Hazel felt that the slight sting on his wrist disappeared, leaving only the coldness of blood condensation.
Biting her lower lip and hesitating for a moment, she quickly jumped off the sofa, went to the door and said to the maid:
"I feel uncomfortable with my wound. I have to go to bed early and don't let anyone disturb me."
After getting a response from the other party, Hazel locked the door, turned off the gas light, skillfully stuffed the two pillows into the quilt and arranged them into shapes, took off his skirt, put on the clothes he usually wore when sneaking out, pushed open the window opened by the teacher in the fantasy just now, slid down the third floor along the water pipe, and climbed out of the wall.
She was going to remind her teacher that someone was preparing to do harm to it!
The huge crystal chandelier illuminated the ballroom like daylight, and a professional band played this year's popular cheerful dance music. Pairs of dancers moved their steps to the beat, increasing feelings among the interlacing bodies.
Dwayne Dantès is wearing a straight tuxedo, holding Christine Teresa's slender but very powerful palm in one hand, and hugging the other person's waist with the other hand. They work together seamlessly to stagger their feet to create the elegant Dance Step.
The two looked at each other with smiles on their faces, as if they were enjoying the moment of understanding each other, but Angel's purple eyes were shining with a strange light, and Klein also held his breath slightly, waiting for the other party's conclusion.
"The one who bit Hazel was indeed her teacher, the gray mouse. I think this is a sign that it is about to get out of control."
Her eyes returned to normal, Angel said slowly, her voice was not low, but the coal miner Winster and his dance partner who were only a few steps away from her did not hear any movement.
The "gray mouse" that surprised Hazel just now was the illusion created by Angel through Mirror Magic. The purpose was to confirm the other party's status for subsequent processing.
In this matter, Demoness, which can directly use the eyes to transmit power through Mirror World, is much more convenient than "Trick Sorcerer".
"That is a Demigod. If they lose control, dying quietly in a corner is the best outcome. But according to experience, they will most likely reveal an incomplete Mythical Creature Form and do more irrational things in their madness, which will inevitably affect the entire manor and even wider areas."
Klein also moved his lips slightly, making a clear but inaudible voice, with deep melancholy in his words.
He should have sent a reporting letter to Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers or Machinery Hivemind, and severely reported this "Marauder" Demigod who was hiding in Councilor Macht's house. This way, he would not be in the current situation and would not put ordinary people in danger.
Now it is too late to regret it. According to the "killing" of Hazel, it is estimated that the Demigod mouse has been acting abnormally for three days. No one can say whether it will persist for a few more days or whether it will go completely crazy after a few hours or even minutes and give up suppressing Mythical Creature Form, which can pollute everything around it.
At this moment, Angel suddenly frowned and continued:
"Hazel left the bedroom, put on clothes that were easy for movement and slipped out of here... It seems that she was going to go directly to the Suburban Manor at Maht's house to remind her teacher... Oh, this girl looks very arrogant and has a weird personality. She didn't expect to be very principled. Unfortunately, her teacher didn't even teach her the biggest problem Beyonder faces. She obviously doesn't deserve to be treated like this."
You are not a few years older than her, but you have no hesitation when it comes to saving Tingen and Backlund... Klein looked at the beautiful face so close at hand, looked at the purple eyes that reached into the soul, tightened his arms, pressed her body in front of his chest, and turned around in a posture that almost picked her up in the dance music that suddenly became faster.
"Don't make trouble... Then, according to the plan, I will follow Hazel to ensure her safety and approach the manor at the same time. You should finish the dance first, and then use 'Teleportation' with Marionette to keep up."
Angel, who was well aware of how slow the official Beyonder was in handling similar incidents, said in a low voice. With the power of being pulled around by Klein, she threw her arms away, tapped her toes, and rotated in response to the cheerful music with her raised left hand held by Klein, causing the lace skirt on the outside of the light green dress to rise like a dancing butterfly.
This action originating from Ancient Elf Dance immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the audience. They watched in admiration as the elegant middle-aged man looked doting on his face, leading the dancing young Miss in his hand. Their eyes swept over her feet that were tapping the ground quickly, her skirt that was constantly rising, her charming body, and finally stopped at the left hand that the two of them were holding tightly.
There is a ring with different shapes on the two ring fingers, but the style is integrated into one.
The guests on the edge of the dance floor suddenly started talking.
Hearing everyone's whispers, Klein chuckled, put down his left hand, hugged Angel back to his chest, and asked:
"What about the dance here? You're leaving after just one song?"
At this moment, the two people's constantly moving steps happened to pass by the pillars on one side of the dance floor and the decorative mirror that reflected Angel's whole body.
The next second, Klein heard a chuckle, and he squeezed Angel's palm with his left hand. Although the expression of the girl in front of him was gentle, it became a little lifeless.
He subconsciously opened Spirit Body Threads's vision, and not surprisingly found that among the countless intersecting black lines, the person in front of him was no longer there.
Angel in Klein's arms has turned into Mirror Substitution who acts according to her orders.
She is becoming more and more skilled in using Mirror Magic... But there are still two hours of the dance, so she asked me to bring a stand-in to greet the greetings and blessings from the guests who noticed the clues? Is this retaliation for the fact that I used the special characteristics of Marionette to deceive her last time...
Klein reluctantly pulled the substitute, who was obviously much lighter, to continue wandering on the dance floor. His eyes suddenly noticed a corner of the hall where Bishop Electra, also wearing a tuxedo, held up a wine glass and greeted him with a smile.
Instantly switching avatars, Angel sneaked into Mirror World. His eyes quickly swept between countless dark Mirror Tunnels. He used divination to confirm the direction and got into one of them.
The main tone next to her was gray, and the space mixed with light coming from different mirrors changed rapidly, and she soon followed a speeding hired carriage.
The glass window shone with a light that was difficult for ordinary people to detect. Angel saw an anxious look on his face, and Hazel Macht urged the driver to hurry up and rush to the edge of the city from time to time.