Kiz looked at her disciple's back in confusion.
Ye Sizhen said unhurriedly, "Putting that aside, Master... did you invite your allies to come as well?"
"Ah, yes. That was indeed what you said in the Communication Magic."
Kiz stroked her chin and muttered, "You hoped my allies could personally witness the results of you capturing the 'Heroic Spirit Killer.'"
"...Please."
Ye Sizhen nodded silently, sweat beading on her forehead.
Kiz knew that Ye Sizhen's wish was to open a pavilion of her own.
To accomplish something like that, she needed powerful connections. That was why she had seized this opportunity to ask her master to introduce her to magi of great strength.
"They... have already arrived."
As soon as she finished speaking, two new figures appeared.
Both were women.
One of them looked even younger than Sizhen, no more than twenty-five at most.
Her beautiful lips were tightly pressed together, reminding Ye Sizhen of the Artificial Lifeform she had seen just that morning—
She felt even more like an inorganic artificial construct than the homunculi of Einzbern.
She wore the formal magus robes of a Western alchemy academy, brimming with futuristic style, while her calm blue, wavy hair swayed gently.
The other gave an entirely opposite impression, as if she were a burning flame of pure white.
Pale patterns covered her gleaming skin. They were neither pigment nor tattoos, yet adorned the woman with extraordinary beauty, making her resemble a humanoid flame.
Rough shackles and iron chains hung from both her wrists, while a beautiful golden bell dangled from her right ear.
The moment this beauty appeared, Ye Sizhen's body began to tremble, leaving her unable to move.
She realized a terrifying truth.
This woman before her was the supreme pinnacle that all Thought Magi could only yearn for but