"Th... thank you." Astalut lowered her head, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.
"What should we do now? Chen Fan, Kanon's magic power is so unusual that we can't detect it at all," Shishihua asked Chen Fan.
"Let's eat first. I'll look into what happened on the island. After all, no matter what it is, there will always be some trace of it."
Hearing Chen Fan's words, Xuecai could not help asking, "Who are you going to ask, Senior?"
Chen Fan smiled. "Have you forgotten? I'm a security officer on this island. If I want to investigate the big and small matters happening here, it will naturally be easy for me to find out."
At that moment, on the rooftop at the very top of the Gate of the Foundation, the central structure of Gen Shima, stood two women dressed in exotic dancer costumes. A blue magic circle on the ground continuously emitted light, while above it floated a grimoire numbered '539,' glowing with a purplish-red radiance...
It was this grimoire that had thrown Gen Shima's space into disorder. Rather than deliberately disrupting space, it seemed more like it was searching for something.
"Grimoire NO. 539, how wonderful. The sound of space twisting is truly delightful."
"Yes, Sister. Such astonishing power—the Witch of the Azure."
"Of course! She was created for this very purpose, a witch born with it. Let's make good use of her before we find that."
Suddenly, a man's voice rang out. "I see. So this grimoire is the reason Gen Shima's space has become distorted?"
The two witches' expressions changed. "Who is it?" At the same time, they controlled their familiars and launched attacks in the direction of the voice.
Boom!!
The familiars were sliced into pieces. The two witches were startled, and when they