The Essence of B-Rank Curse Arts

After leaving him with those words, Medea hurried away.

The reason Princess had come over the moment Luo Zhen woke up was not because she specifically wanted to see him. She merely wanted him to help Jason break his curse.

Naturally, Luo Zhen refused.

"If I lift that idiot's curse, he'll definitely come over and provoke me, drunk with pride. When that happens, I'll certainly teach him a lesson. Are you sure you want me to do that?"

Luo Zhen only had to say that much before Medea decisively gave up.

Clearly, in Medea's mind, it only took a little imagination to picture such a scene. It was entirely realistic and highly convincing.

Thus, Medea gave up.

Medea had no idea.

"What Punishment Rune?"

Watching Medea's departing figure, Luo Zhen curled his lip.

"There wasn't any such curse to begin with, all right?"

That was right.

There had been no such curse.

More precisely, after Luo Zhen cast the curse, he immediately dispelled it.

The reason was simple.

"If I didn't do that, given Princess's abilities as an Age of Gods Magus, she might very well have found a way to break it."

At least when it came to magecraft, Luo Zhen was confident he could rival an Age of Gods Magus. But if he had to say he absolutely surpassed her, to the point where she would be completely helpless against a curse he had cast, Luo Zhen wasn't confident enough to claim that.

Unless he planted several hundred entirely different curses on Jason, made them interlock with one another, laid down layer upon layer of traps and obstacles, took even backlash and reflected interference into account, and spent three full days and nights making preparations until anyone attempting to dispel the curse was left utterly helpless.

Otherwise, relying