Reversal

Elvily asked in confusion, "What question booklet?"

"Sean!" Isha exclaimed excitedly, "Sean's question booklet!"

Elvily didn't understand what that had to do with Sean, but before she could think further, Sean's familiar voice reached her ears.

"He practices the Puppet Technique!"

"Puppet Technique?"

Elvily immediately realized. So the person who had left Holkodo by plane right under their noses before was Zajik's substitute??

"I didn't expect Miss Flame Crow to have reinforcements."

As soon as Sean finished speaking, one of the caretakers surrounding the three women suddenly looked up, a murderous smile on his face.

His features were exactly the same as Zajik's upstairs.

Seizing the sudden turn of events, while everyone was astonished by the True Formula's speed, he moved like a phantom. From several meters away, he threw a powerful punch towards Elvily.

"Careful!" Isha and Iris exclaimed simultaneously.

Sparks like electric light seemed to erupt from Iris's feet as she flashed in front of the girl, gathering thunderclouds in her hands, intending to block the punch for her.

But the fist twisted and elongated strangely, like dough being stretched, curving around Iris and heading straight for Elvily.

The girl hastily raised her greatsword to block, but was still sent flying.

However, she wasn't sent flying by the fist.

She was sent flying by Sean's body.

Sean seemed to have used some kind of teleportation spell, managing to get in front of the girl just before the punch landed.

"Bang!"

The Circle of Truth he used for defense shattered like a heavily struck mirror, falling into Elvily's arms. His entire body was covered in blood, looking utterly tragic, as if he were no longer human, clearly severely injured.

But in reality...

These injuries were left by Quill earlier.

Sean had already pushed his body to its current limit through Forbidden Meditation. His magic, tens of times that of a Tier Two, was already enough to withstand an attack from Zajik's puppet.

A puppet, after all, was not the true body and could not unleash the full strength of a Tier Five.

As her brother-in-law, if he had the ability, he naturally wouldn't allow his sister-in-law to be ambushed.

But Elvily didn't know this.

She only saw Sean's defensive spell shatter, saw Sean covered in wounds, saw his usually clean face smudged with blood...

She lowered her head, her eyes trembling.

In fact, before this, Elvily had never fully trusted Sean. Sending Iris to have Isha "protect" Sean was not only because she truly didn't want Sean to die, but also had a hidden intention of "surveillance."

This was because Sean had guessed their actions.

Although she was more willing to believe Sean than others, as he was someone she had saved herself, it didn't mean she didn't have her own considerations. In this dark era where Wizards were met with malice, she was still willing to offer basic trust between people, but at the same time, she would maintain basic vigilance.

Elvily had suspected Sean.

Even when Iris had just said she wanted the mole to die without a whole corpse, Sean's face had flashed through her mind.

She didn't want Sean to be the mole, but if he were, as long as she survived tonight, she would kill Sean with her own hands.

Yet, this very man, whom she had suspected, now stood before her with his frail body, blocking an attack that might have severely injured her.

Deep guilt and a hint of an unprecedented tremor intertwined, flooding her heart like a tidal wave.

Then, a pair of burning wings grew from her back.

A chilling aura slowly spread from the girl.

The surrounding temperature began to rise rapidly, and scattered flames danced in the air.

Until a certain moment, without warning, the caretakers who had rushed in from the surroundings, wanting to take the opportunity to attack, spontaneously combusted one by one, burning more and more intensely.

Elvily gently placed Sean, who was in her arms, down. She stood up and looked up at Zajik on the third floor, her eyes filled with flames that seemed capable of burning everything and endless killing intent.

Zajik felt a sense of foreboding and immediately drove his puppet to attack the girl again.

But this time, he didn't get his wish.

Elvily merely flapped her wings, stirring up a monstrous wave of flames that directly sent the charging puppet flying. Its skin was scorched and carbonized. If the puppet were a real lifeform, this single blow would have been enough to kill it beyond any doubt.

Zajik's expression changed drastically.

"Tier Six?!"

How could she have suddenly advanced to Tier Six??

Seeing the girl flap her wings and about to fly towards him, Zajik lost his composure. He hurriedly ordered, "Stop her!!"

Even at Tier Six, she still had to adhere to the principle of limited magic.

Furthermore, an increase in tier did not necessarily mean an increase in physical strength. If she didn't defend herself, a Tier Three Wizard could still inflict damage on her. As long as they could stall the girl, he could do as he pleased, whether it was to fight or flee.

Hearing his command, all the caretakers in the garden quickly converged towards the main building.

Zajik's intentions were good, but the reality was far from wonderful.

He saw that Sean, who should have been severely injured or at least stripped raw by the puppet's attack, suddenly stood up as if he had come back from the dead.

Sean's pupils had completely turned golden, and as he raised his hands—

"Hum!"

Crystal clear, transparent golden walls rose from the ground, instantly filling the entire garden and forming a massive Truth Maze. Countless functions and inequalities floated in the air, making the minds of the hundreds of attendants in the area buzz and split with pain. Some of the lower-ranked individuals couldn't withstand the onslaught of knowledge and rolled on the ground, clutching their heads.

Iris watched the absurd scene before her, feeling it was unreal, as if she had returned to her university days, and Sean was that terrifying, all-controlling mathematics professor.

Isha was completely flustered at this point.

She had only said it as a joke, and this man could actually use Magic to create problems to stump enemies?

Could thaumaturgy be played like this?

Was this really reasonable??

The deceased Quill perhaps never expected that he deliberately told Sean that Elvily was in danger, hoping Sean would impulsively rush to her rescue and waste his life, thus not losing.

In Quill's eyes, no matter how strong Sean was, he couldn't change the outcome of tonight.

Unfortunately, he underestimated Sean, and he also underestimated the power of a Forbidden Spell.

Vice Dean Zajik didn't know that Sean had come so quickly because of Quill, or he would have been so angry he'd spit blood. If Quill hadn't said that extra sentence, even if he couldn't kill Elvily tonight, nothing would have happened to him. Because of Sean's arrival, everything had changed.

Because Sean hadn't come alone.

There was also Kate.

A light illuminated the sky, dispelling the thick night.

Kate was also unaware of Sean's previous fight with Quill and also believed that Sean had been injured by Zajik.

Thus, an enraged roar echoed through the heavens—

"Zajik, you dare to scheme against my brother? Are you tired of living!"