Mel's Birthday (Part One)
There were many reporters here, crowding the area so much that it was impossible to move. All sorts of live-streaming equipment were on display. If you didn't know better, you'd think this was some kind of large-scale event.
Mephistopheles wasn't using his full strength— Ciprins was certain of this, because they had fought side by side before. While Mephistopheles' magic was undoubtedly exquisite, his combat spells were probably similar to his own: if the prerequisite was not to kill, then he would be constrained in his use of magic. So, he was currently evenly matched with the lady opposite him. The spells flying everywhere looked very flashy and exciting, but Ciprins found them utterly boring.
They are legitimate sorcerers, not ordinary people like the onlookers who can't distinguish between real magic and special effects.
So Ciprins shook his head helplessly.
"I won't let you take my Xipei away!" Mephistopheles roared during the battle, his voice audible from a great distance.
The female priestess retorted angrily, "What's wrong with being a high priest? If you hadn't stopped me, Ciprins would definitely have agreed. Tell me, are you going to lock him up in the tower and never let him out?! You wicked sorcerer!"
Ciprins: "..."
Uh... Ciprins imagined it for a moment, a long-haired mage locked in a tower... This character might overlap with some fairy tales, except that in fairy tales, the one locked in the tower is a princess, and she sings a mournful song from time to time— Moli is clearly more in line with this setting!
Mephistopheles was probably genuinely angry, because Ciprins's eye twitched as he saw him summon Shadow Dance with a wave of his hand. Dozens of deadly curses swirled in his palm, and the Hellfire began to burn ever larger. The female priestess, while powerful, had one thing to hide—she couldn't even control Hellfire properly... Ciprins couldn't help but facepalm. Back with Professor Hailianna, Hellfire was considered an introductory spell for dark mages...
Shouldn't we give the priests of the modern Shadow Moon Temple a proper lesson? Otherwise, even their teachers would be so angry they'd rise from the dead.
The legacy of dark magic had indeed suffered a severe blow during the dark years. Ciprins thought about it and realized that perhaps it was time to revive Black Magic.
So he suddenly flew into the air above the battlefield and shouted at them, "Stop fighting!"
... Did nobody hear that?
Ignored, Ciprins waved lazily.
"Meow meow meow!!!"
A deafening bleating of sheep erupted—and a rain of multicolored sheep began to fall from the sky! The female priestess couldn't dodge in time and was buried alive by the sheep. Mephistopheles reacted swiftly, instantly teleporting high into the sky, grabbing a black sheep and happily ruffling it.
However, when he looked up and saw the subtle expression on Ciprins's face, he threw the sheep away, pounced on him, and clung to Ciprins like a magnet.
... He stubbornly buried his head on Ciprins' shoulder and refused to look up.
"Alright..." Ciprins patted his hair helplessly. "Don't be angry, of course I won't leave you."
"... Xipei... you're so outstanding. If... if you think going to the temple is a better choice, I... I won't stop you... I just... I just can't bear to part with you..." Mephistopheles said softly, feeling wronged.
"It's not like I'd be willing to part with you!" Ciprins was almost laughing in exasperation. "Okay, Mel... thank you."
As he spoke, he embraced Mephistopheles in his arms.
He certainly didn't see Mephistopheles giving a victory sign to the priestess in the sheepfold behind his back.
The priestess crawled out from a large flock of terrified sheep, lifted her leg to shake off the purple sheep clinging to her foot, and immediately saw two black mages stuck together. The two looked like conjoined twins, their limbs tightly intertwined and pressed together. The priestess felt a tightness in her chest—how envious... no, how disgusting! Hugging and cuddling in public!
"They were like dark chocolate melted together; you simply couldn't separate them!" -- That's what the priestess commented afterward.
The epic duel ended with the black mage couple passionately kissing in public. The entire social media was filled with close-ups of their kiss. The two mages' lips were pressed together, and they didn't separate for a long time, as if they were under Adhesion Spell. Their slender fingers were entwined with each other's hair, intertwined. The priestess of light on the ground was particularly mischievous, and she started singing the wedding march on the spot. The priestess's face was even blacker than the color of her robe.
After they finished kissing, still embracing, cheek to cheek, Ciprins said to the Shadow Moon priests, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm not up to the job of High Priest."
Then, in front of the reporters, Mephistopheles recounted in detail how she was attracted to Ciprins, how she pursued Ciprins madly, passionately, and recklessly, and how she meticulously planned, carefully prepared, and boldly put her plan into action, successfully getting into Ciprins's bed...
Ciprins glared at him, Mephistopheles immediately blushed and snuggled into Ciprins's arms...
Ciprins: "..."
#Black Mage Loves Beauty More Than Kingdom# -- This topic quickly went viral.
... Mel, you're not usually like this? Tell me the truth, have you been spending more time with Moli's mother lately?
He instinctively hugged Mephistopheles's waist, and accidentally glanced down to see the female priestess being supported by other priests, looking swaying precariously. However, the other priests didn't seem too bothered; one of them even held up his phone and let out a suppressed exclamation. "An extra chapter! An extra chapter! The goddess has added another chapter!"
--Jinjiang Literature City, with an indomitable spirit of "fearless and daring, Hellfire me to death," began aggressively promoting a novel that was currently being serialized.--
What should I do if a dark sorcerer keeps trying to seduce me with her beauty?
--This is a fanfiction, and the main characters are, of course, Mephistopheles x Ciprins, by the author "Upright Elf". Because of the big commotion these past two days, the author has been diligently updating the story, and many people who don't usually read online novels have been attracted to read it by the overwhelming recommendations on social media.
#My crush and another crush are together, and they've become the nation's favorite couple!#
That evening, the Upright Elf Anna remained a lifelike elven mural in the mage tower, while outside the tower, in the enchanting night, a colorful flock of sheep lay on the lawn, shedding tears of emotion.
Author's Note:
Mel has successfully evolved into a cunning and scheming actress! Hey! Xixi has decided to take over the education system; the mages who haven't graduated yet need to hurry, otherwise... oh dear!
Chapter 122 Mel's Birthday (Part 1)
Today is a big day... well, actually it's not really a big day. I mean, compared to major anniversaries like the Sage's Day Celebration, the Descent of the God of Light Day, or International Mage Day, today certainly doesn't count. But for our Mage Tower, today is very important.
Today is Mel's 333rd birthday!
Well, it's kind of sad to say. Mel always thought he was only in his thirties, and today should have been his thirty-third birthday... So Mel often sighs sadly while hugging me, this "young grass".
After Mr. Nova's identity was exposed, he became increasingly unscrupulous—whenever Mel hugged me and lamented that she was getting old, Mr. Nova would emerge from some strange place, brandish his tentacles, and beat Mel up, with a large sign floating above his head:
"You brat, you stole my life three hundred years ago, and you still dare to complain?"
If Mr. Yamier were to witness this, Yamier would smile and say, "Don't swear in front of the students!" Then he would grab Ms. Nova, roll her into a ball, and hold her close, or he would call Damala to play fetch with Ruiduo.
Ruiduo told me that when Teacher Nova curls up into a ball, the feel is even better than the devil's.
Without Yamier's restraint, Nova wielded his ghostly tentacles, running rampant in the tower. If it weren't for Yamier's control, he would definitely become the tyrant of the mage tower, bullying banshees, peeping under Damala's skirt, and often scaring Leilei to tears.