Then, in a flash of blood-red light, the wound on her arm completely stitched itself shut, leaving not even the faintest scar.
She had always possessed exceptionally advanced healing methods and had treated countless wounded on the battlefield.
The situation had not yet spiraled completely out of control.
Although Ophelia's attack had failed to achieve any effect, it had at least drawn Aleister Eldridge's attention and bought them a little time.
And in that brief opening, Professor Medea finally snapped awake.
"Aquarius!"
The moment she spoke, her Magic Spirit—"Child of the Constellations"—finally moved!
The "Child of the Constellations" immediately raised both hands. Once they were lifted above its head, an ice-blue, long-necked vase materialized between its palms.
Its brows rose, and with a cry of "Wah!"... it viciously hurled the vase at Aleister Eldridge!
This truly caught Aleister Eldridge by surprise.
When it saw the vase, it had assumed that the "Child of the Constellations" would use it to spray out a jet of water, or perhaps suck someone into it.
But it did neither.
The vase was simply being used as a thrown weapon!
Aleister Eldridge suddenly stepped forward, its black-stone-like right hand swiftly striking toward the vase, intending to smash it apart, seize Medea directly, and then retreat at once.
"BOOM!"
The vase did indeed shatter, but Aleister Eldridge was gone too!
Professor Medea sharply sucked in a breath, grabbed Ophelia by the arm, and ran toward the carriage.
"Go!"
The Demon King's strength had exceeded her expectations.
She had to reflect on whether spending too much time around people like Sylph and Kazel had made her forget that she was merely a frail astrologer.
As for Ophelia's "willful" desire for revenge, she, her best friend, would personally crush it!
"Where's the Demon King?" Ophelia suddenly asked.