Chapter 101: The cruel truth

　　 After all, I originally needed to use [Spirit Medium Creation] to combine the power of the Curse Spirit Lord and the Obelisk...
　　 Thinking of this, Richard no longer hesitated, and strode towards the door. His real name floated beside him, and the Lord of Cursed Spirit turned into a huge cloud and followed him behind him, with dots of halo around him.
　　 In comparison, this time his footsteps are relaxed and bold. He put on the mask and picked up the cane, as if there was no longer any blocking the way ahead.
　　
　　 "Huh...huh..."
　　 The long blond hair that was originally neatly combed, flowing down like a tassel, is now draped listlessly on the girl's shoulder in curls.
　　 her white and pretty face was stained with dirty dust, but now Wilette had no intention of taking care of her appearance. She gasped quickly and weakly and licked her chapped lips. Only half of her sleeve was left in the explosion just now, and her forehead and palms were filled with cold sweat.
　　 Not only that, but the worst thing is that she has already had more than one wound on her body: crooked wounds appeared on her abdomen, arms and calves, and swollen. Willett's body was shaking uncontrollably.
　　 At the same time, she felt her chest was stuffy, and her internal organs were aching. It was obvious that she had suffered serious internal injuries in the shock wave just now, but now she lacks time to deal with it.
Wounds that can affect movement and even cause people to lose blood and stun, the witch temporarily bandaged a circle with cloth strips torn from the wizard’s robe, leaving the tiny scars cut by the stones and gravel scraped by the aftermath of the explosion. I can just leave it alone for a while.
　　Villette grabbed a raised wall and tried to support her body, not to fall to the side.
　　 She half-kneeled in the shadow cast by a broken wall. The emerald-green pupils were full of exhaustion and pain, but she still cheered up and stared into the empty darkness.
　　 The explosion that suddenly struck from behind Willett just now was the magic of a high-level wizard, enough to destroy half a block.
It was a light—the sharp light that cut through the night, the burning light that was enough to burn the retina, and even the air passing by rose with the smell of burning. The arrow of this light spanned hundreds of meters. , Shoots at the back of Virlet at a speed that the naked eye cannot catch.
　　 A natural wizard who has reached a higher level has the ability to completely change the geography within a certain range, and even decide the outcome of a battle. They are called "shadows on the battlefield", "destroyers of the army". Flames, thunder, storm, frost...These natural phenomena will turn into invincible weapons in their hands, roaring and engulfing the enemies in front of the wizard.
　　 In addition, they can also manipulate the "invisible and colorless" powers that build up this world: such as magnetism and gravity, and even release pure energy, hot beams or shock waves.
　　 The witch leaped desperately from that place, and with the help of the spell summoning the wind, she broke into the tide of corpses in front of her. But that beam did not let her go.
　　Villette rolled in embarrassment several times after falling to the ground, his robe flashed continuously, and the fragile barriers were quickly extinguished in the storm and the rising fire.
　　 At that time, she couldn't do anything, she could only grit her teeth and endure, waiting for the aftermath of the attack to dissipate...
　　 Although the subconscious reaction saved the witch's life, the bricks and stones that were crushed by the shock wave from the explosion all fell on the girl's weak body like a rainstorm, and she almost fainted.
　　 A few minutes later, the surroundings became quiet.
　　 The attacker had no intention of keeping his hands, and bombed this small square with hundreds of demons into the sky, with the purpose of seriously wounding or even killing him.
　　 And now, Villette is hiding behind one of the broken walls that was originally a low house but now turned into fragments.
Surrounded by large scorched land and cracked stone slabs, small flames burned on the scattered gravel, and the walking corpses at the center of the explosion had no bones, only the burnt ashes, in a radial pattern. Mixed with the scorched black bones shattered to the ground.
　　 The culprit responsible for all this has never been seen.
　　Villette looked around, naturally it was impossible for the large group of demons to be wiped out in this way, but most of the remaining ones were all retreated into the dark depths of the surrounding buildings and the shadows near the buildings.
　　 They were supposed to be a group of fearless monsters, even if they knew they would be blown to pieces, they would still rush over. The occurrence of this kind of voluntary retreat can only explain one thing: this is the instruction of the dark wizard who manipulates the demons behind the scenes.
　　He is nearby.
　　 He was in the dark... peering at himself.
　　 and Duncan David, her former friend--
　　 The magic just now was undoubtedly released by him. Judging from that kind of unreserved attitude, whether the other party was trying to kill people or premeditated, Willett has no hope now. If he finds it, there will only be a dead end.
　　Villette knew that she couldn't go on like this, so she stood up swayingly again, dragging her badly injured body, and marching towards the depths of darkness.
　　……
As she expected, in a dark and non-light building, even if they met demons in the corner, they just grinned and drooled at themselves, but didn't mean to hurt themselves, like being caught by some higher level Instructions force control of instinctive desires.
　　 This was originally to facilitate the "accomplice" of the dark wizard. But thanks to this, she was able to retreat to the depths of this spacious and tall building without being attacked.
　　Villette hugged her knees and curled up in the dark and damp corner.
　　 I don’t know how long it has passed, but for some reason, Duncan David did not show up.
　　Villette won't be lucky to think that the other party can't find him. After all, the person who controls the evil demon is his accomplice, or even himself.
　　 She knew very well that the footsteps of the of death were slowly approaching her, cold, without hesitation--just like the hands of a clock that never stopped moving to the next moment, not slowed down by anyone's will.
　　 After all, she still did not have the chance to survive as Mr. Supervisor hoped. In other words, from the moment she stepped onto the bottom, she had already stepped into death.
　　 Time passed by minute by minute.
　　Villette felt that the pain on her body was becoming more and more unbearable, and the vitality slowly dissipated from her body along with the blood flowing from the wound. The girl felt dizziness from deep in her head, and she knew that she could not continue to support it...
　　 Vaguely, Villette saw the flames that stretched like an illusion at the end of the field of vision, and heard the footsteps of shoes on the ground...
　　...Footsteps?
　　Villette opened her eyes wide, so that her consciousness could barely remain sober.
　　 "Miss Edward, are you still alive?"
　　 The footsteps stopped, and a familiar voice rang not far away.
　　 The witch was silent and did not answer, but subconsciously grasped the corner of her skirt with her palm.
　　 "If you are alive, come out. Let's talk."
　　The voice of her former friend, Duncan David, is still so calm and gentle, and people can't help but trust him.
　　 "Mr. David...Why are you, why are you doing such a thing?"
　　 Willett did not hesitate for long. Knowing that she had no chance, she simply said everything she wanted to say so as not to fall into the most tragic end of death without knowing it.
　　 The witch opened her mouth, and even herself couldn't help being taken aback. Because her voice is very dry now, it is almost like two rusty gears rubbing against each other.
　　 "What do you mean? Did I kill those few insignificant people, or do you think I betrayed the magic tower and the teacher?"
　　 Duncan David answered with a chuckle.
　　 "But what does it have to do with you, Miss Edward? Do you still have the mind to consider other people's things?"
　　 "......"
　　 "Let’s talk, you don’t want to lose your life here, do you?"
　　 "...Will you let me live?"
　　 Although I think this is stupid, there is still a slight hope in Willett's already gloomy heart ~EbookFREE.me~-as long as we can live, no one wants to give up life easily.
　　 "Of course, this is just a deal. You did break my secret, but that doesn't mean I have to kill people, as long as I can pay the right price."
　　 "What about them?"
　　 "There is no such value in them." Duncan David said without hesitation, "and you are different."
"......what do you want?"
　　 The witch thought for a while, and asked tentatively.
　　 "Do you want to replace me and become the chief student?"
　　Villette feels that there is only this thing that interests him...
　　 The man standing in the shadow was taken aback, as if he hadn't expected the other party to say such a thing.
　　 After a long time, the young man who was shocked couldn't help but burst into laughter.
　　 "Hahahaha! It's interesting, Miss Edward, did you really not notice at all?"
"......what?"
　　Villette frowned and looked at the exaggerated appearance of the other party laughing until tears flowed out, and there was a certain unknown premonition in her heart.
　　 What else could be worse than dying? For some reason, she felt that her hands and feet were getting cold a little bit, her heart was heavy, as if being held by someone, and even breathing began to be difficult.
　　 "Although it is cruel to continue to break your dreams at this time... But you still have to say what you should say. The teacher does not speak, it does not mean that everyone has not noticed."
　　 Duncan David wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and said with a smile.
　　"Mr. Green, he didn't plan to make you the chief birthplace from the beginning."