Chapter 97

Huh? What did you say?

I was stunned. I heard the reporter repeat the question from before, "What spell did you use on the vice president just now? What's the name of the curse? Will it torture him to death? But I still have to mention that torture to death is against Federation law, so you might as well let him live and play with him slowly!"

What the hell?! You... you think I'm some kind of sadistic sorcerer who enjoys torture? Of course I know murder is illegal!

I frowned, but the reporter didn't wait for my answer. His cameraman, who was now facing him, said in a serious tone, "I believe that everyone watching the live broadcast, like me, has wanted to beat up this arrogant Federation official since the beginning. And Lord Flame of Fury has finally lived up to expectations; he made his move! Look behind me, the official who was so arrogant just now is now unconscious. And none of us saw how Lord Flame of Fury managed to curse while fighting the enemy..."

I...

"Mel, stop laughing! What's so funny?" I couldn't help but glare at him, and Mel almost doubled over laughing! Sigh... I ignored him and turned to the reporters, hurriedly explaining, "No! I didn't do it. He might have been poisoned by the kidnappers, so you need to call an ambulance quickly, or he could die!"

Good heavens, that Five-Star Old Man is still bouncing on the ground... Hey! Mel, did you forget to remove his Bouncing Spell? Otherwise, how could he bounce on the ground even from a cramp?! Like a fish jumping out of a pot...

"Huh?" The reporter was taken aback, and then the reporters surrounding his live stream all squatted down to examine the Five-Star Old Man. One of the reporters nodded seriously. "Hmm, it's definitely not magic. It's a sudden heart attack and epilepsy caused by excessive fright. Does anyone have a first-aid kit?"

... Excessive fright?

I patted my forehead—oh, I just summoned my second teacher! His appearance was truly something else. First he scared Reynold into fainting, and now he's given the Five-Star Old Man a heart attack. I just acquired Damala and the banshees, and I can't quite shake this habitual action. Next time, I'll remember, I should summon Damala instead of my headless teacher. Or maybe next time I should keep him locked up in the tower as a cleaning servant, so he doesn't scare anyone else.

I approached him somewhat apologetically and cast a calming spell on the Five-Star Old Man. After a while, the Five-Star Old Man took the medicine given to him by the reporters and finally woke up.

"Are you alright?" I couldn't help but ask with concern.

The Five-Star Old Man looked up at me listlessly.

And to make matters worse, the reporter added fuel to the fire! He actually leaned in and asked, "Excuse me, how do you feel now that you've been bullying the world's strongest dark mage, 'Flame of Fury,' for so many years? And knowing that he traveled all this way to save you... oh, and just now he was so magnanimous, even casting a calming spell on you, weren't you moved? Could you share your thoughts with the viewers here?"

The Five-Star Old Man rolled his eyes, and our gazes met. I couldn't help but feel even more worried—because he usually yelled at me whenever he saw me, his quiet lying on the ground made me particularly uneasy. This unusual behavior made me worry that he might suddenly die—after all, I occasionally listen to the news, so I know that heart disease can easily lead to sudden death. These politicians have a lot of work pressure, and their hearts probably aren't very good. If he survived being a slime for months but was scared to death by my second teacher, I would feel really guilty.

Amidst the intense attention of everyone, the Five-Star Old Man opened his mouth and let out a few breathless sounds. I moved closer, afraid that I wouldn't hear him say he was feeling unwell, which might lead to him not receiving timely medical attention and dying suddenly.

He looked at me, then at Mel, and finally back at me.

"The... rage... flames?" He raised a trembling finger and pointed at me.

Sigh... Well, it seems I really have to swallow this embarrassing nickname. There's nothing I can do; everyone calls me "Flame of Fury," and I can't say I'm not.

So I could only nod sadly.

Then the Five-Star Old Man started convulsing again! I nervously raised my hand, ready to cast a spell. Fortunately, this time the Five-Star Old Man didn't convulse, nor did he roll his eyes or foam at the mouth. He just grabbed a reporter's hand, took a deep breath—it sounded like a leaky bellows—and then suddenly shouted:

"No! I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare again!!!"

Ah?

Chapter 97

I stared blankly as the reporter lifted up the five- Five-Star Old Man, who seemed to be made of slime, limp and twisted, being dragged along the ground. He seemed completely unaware, crying incessantly:

"I'll never do it again! I'll never do it again!"

... I...

I was completely dumbfounded!

All the reporters' cameras were pointed at me. Uh... I... I've already put away my decapitated teacher. So, Five-Star Duoji, you're not afraid of me, are you?

No... no way?!?

Could it be that I really scared Five-Star Duoji and Reynold into fainting? I looked around in despair, making sure that no more skeletons, undead, or teachers appeared.

I...

My head was spinning! I turned to Mel for help, but Mel had a serious expression on his face and his jaw was clenched... I could tell Mel was trying to laugh, but he was holding it in! So, I've been misunderstanding all along. It really was me who scared Reynold and Five-Star Duoji like this, and even Mel knew! He probably knew all along!

Reynold's words... Yes, I should have known. His imagination is so vivid; he loves to daydream all the time and never listens to others' opinions. I really don't know what he's thinking about me! Does he think... I'm going to drag him home and break his neck too? No way!

I was absolutely horrified by my own imagination!

I'd rather lead Damala and the Banshee Troupe to the Temple of Light for baptism than be that petty, dark mage who goes to extremes like turning her ex-boyfriend into a skeleton after a breakup.

Reynold... and if Reynold really thinks that way, I might recommend Anna teach him to write novels... It's such a waste of his imagination not to pursue literary creation!

But this really made me angry. Reynold was my ex-boyfriend, after all. After all this time together, didn't he understand me at all? Hmm... or did he really not listen to anything I said before? I remember when we first started dating, he invited me to dinner during Black Moon and full moon, and I clearly said, "No, I need to take care of my undead and bones tonight."

Did he think I was playing some kind of horror game with him?! So he really didn't believe I was a dark sorcerer until I summoned the second teacher right in front of him!

Why?

"Five-Star Old Man... why did you faint again! I was only distracted for a little while, and he's lying on the ground again!" The reporters looked at me excitedly and asked, "You look so serious, are you thinking about how to teach him a lesson later?"

"Yes, we've already found out. This vice dean has bullied you more than once, simply because he and Speaker Reynold are political enemies."

"Dear viewers, the intelligence has been updated again. During Flame of Fury's reclusive days, when he kept his identity hidden, he actually had a romance with Speaker Reynold, the most popular figure in the Magic Council. Unfortunately, for some unknown reason, they..."

I... sigh... I can't stop Mel.

Mel said coldly, "While the Speaker's political stance and ambitions are admirable, it's a pity he's a scumbag when it comes to relationships; he once deceived Ciprins' feelings."

"Breaking news! Speaker Reynold is a scumbag in relationships, and the one he betrayed was..."

... Can you please stop adding fuel to the fire?!