Vincent politely greeted the new guests, and they caught him off guard with a response.
The new guests were exceptionally enthusiastic, presenting their gifts one after another.
They had prepared far too many gifts, leaving Vincent somewhat overwhelmed. Fortunately, with the Type-A Spheres' help, he managed to accept them all.
Rodolphus stared intently at the silver spheres circling around them. Once he had selected his target, he raised his wand.
A flash of red light passed, and the sphere actually vanished.
Trevor, who had visibly aged considerably, sneered. "Invisible? This little thing has quite a few functions."
Rodolphus swiftly turned to glance at him.
The hole in his chest had completely healed. If not for the overly pink new flesh, it would have been nearly impossible to tell that he had suffered a fatal wound.
"There must be more than one of these little things." Rodolphus lightly waved his wand and cast an exceptionally wide-range Revealing Charm.
The Type-A Sphere did not reveal itself, but a white figure appeared instead.
Trevor's pupils instantly contracted. Ash-gold hair—it was him, Vincent Wayne.
"Wait!" Rodolphus had no time to stop him and could only watch as Trevor charged straight ahead.
Having his chest pierced from the outset had forced Trevor to use Dark Magic at the cost of his lifespan just to save his life. His intense hatred for Vincent was beyond rational restraint.
At the camp,
the real Vincent curled his lips into a smile. "Do it!"
A MAST-MA member behind him pulled the Dominator Pistol's trigger. The dazzling blue light unique to Annihilation Mode completely swallowed Trevor's figure.
"Trevor!" Rodolphus clenched his wand tightly and turned his cold gaze toward the camp.
The fake Vincent was a Magical Projection, most likely projected by that vanished silver sphere.
"Damn little Mudblood!"
There