"It seems a bit fierce. The intensity of this magic feels almost on par with the headmaster."

Seeing the gelatinous and viscous high-density magic mist, Aya's scalp tingled. She quickly raised her hand to put a purification barrier on Tiran to resist the invasion of the dark aura. "Miss, you should retreat first. It seems a bit difficult for me to fight this guy. Hurry up and call Xiao Feizi to purify him instead."

"The contract is bothering me." Tiran shook her head, but she didn't want to be stubborn. She immediately retreated towards the alley.

"What's going on? This guy has this skill too? No wonder I couldn't reach him earlier." Aya rolled her eyes. Well, let's just fight directly. None of us is a Holy Rank, so I'm not necessarily afraid of you. Moreover, if we make enough commotion, Ciella will come over and deal with the opponent.

Tiran retreated to the entrance of the alley, still furrowing her eyebrows. It's strange, why would she still have the ability to maintain the contract interference at a time like this?

Agatha, who awakened her fallen bloodline, already possessed formidable power without even needing to use any magic. The dark magical mist shifted in various forms, with extremely high plasticity. It could instantly spread like air or harden to the hardness comparable to steel. It could both be a spear and a shield. It was like an extension of her limbs, able to be activated with just a thought. In an instant, it transformed into numerous thin blades and slashed towards Aya.

Fortunately, Aya had already prepared a completed spell in her hand. She quickly conjured up a thick earth and stone barrier, and then unleashed her dragon scales and golden Chi. Jumping out of the defensive fortification, she rapidly approached the opponent.

Just as Aya jumped out, the shape of the magical mist changed into countless sharp spikes. It was like a volley of giant crossbow shots. The road ahead of Aya instantly became riddled with holes.

"Another cheat? Wait, why did I say 'another'…" Aya cursed in her heart. She performed a high-difficulty twist that could rival an acrobat. Her body turned halfway in the air, and her chest, abdomen, back, and left shoulder just grazed by three spikes, achieving the utmost evasion. As she landed, she accumulated the highly compressed dragon scales and Chi for a punch, exerting all her strength.

"Inch Force - Open Heaven!"

The accumulated surging golden torrent shattered the air and magical mist in front, just like the first ray of light that leaked out at the beginning of the creation of the world according to Eastern legends.

The power of this punch was comparable to a large-scale magic cannon. Although its form was single, precisely because of this reason, its damage was more concentrated. Even though she compressed the attack range, she almost demolished the entire alley. The tiles were reduced to scattered fragments, and the scorched earth flew and splattered, leaving large mud spots on the walls on both sides.

She had exhausted all her Chi with this punch, but Aya didn't feel like it was wasted at all. Her instincts as a golden dragon in battle made her believe that the opponent was worth such an attack, and it might not necessarily be effective.

Where is that guy?

Looking around but not finding Agatha's figure, Aya became more vigilant. She had great trust in her own instincts and had never made a mistake in judging formidable enemies before.

The next attack appeared beneath her feet, as thick vines broke through the ground and lifted Aya into the air. Then, they thrust towards her like spears. Surprised by this cunning attack from below, Aya barely had time to chant the dragon language magic. She could only use her still-recovering dragon scales to withstand the attack, which had a strong penetrating force and nearly broke through her defense.

Being thrown more than ten meters in the air, Aya finally stopped her body by kicking the wall of the building behind her. At this moment, Agatha had already charged directly towards Tiran.

Aya was furious. Damn, she was careless. She completely didn't expect that even at this moment, Agatha would still keep her eyes on Tiran. Creating a deep dent on the wall with her right foot, she explosively propelled herself up. Like a cannonball, she chased after them.

"I'm knocking! Stop right there! If you dare, come at me!"

However, Agatha's speed was not much slower than Aya's. The unknown black magic gave her a terrifying increase, allowing her to reach the alley mouth hundreds of meters away in an instant, as if she had used spatial magic to teleport.

"Oh my God!"

The princess couldn't help but curse. Even though she had lost her sword during the battle, she still made the best response, bravely igniting her Frost Chi and throwing a punch at Agatha.

The power unleashed by the Chi at level seven was already quite considerable, but it failed to stop Agatha, as a deep black immediately suppressed the ice-blue area.

Got it! Agatha felt a surge of joy in her heart. She wasn't stupid and the awakening of her corrupted bloodline did not affect her ability to think. Agatha knew very well that Aya was a formidable opponent. Even if she went all out in her current state, victory was not guaranteed. However, it would be much easier to seize Tiran and immediately use teleportation magic to escape ---

...Easier...?

Something wasn't right.

Agatha suddenly realized that something was wrong. Why hadn't her hand touched Tiran yet? It was just an instant distance!

In the previous moment, she thought that her senses had become more sensitive due to the dense magic stimulation, causing this illusion of time being stretched. But now it seemed like there was interference?

"Well, the scale of this magic is indeed considerable. So, let me ask you this: how big is the difference between Holy Rank and level nine?"

"Ah, I almost forgot that you can't answer. So, let me answer it myself. Forget about the peak of level nine, even if it's an attack capable of toppling a city, as long as it's not Holy Rank, your granddaddy will always be your granddaddy. I can punch ten of you... just like this!"

Agatha, who was still in the posture of thrusting forward, felt as if she had been hit by a heavy hammer, and her body was thrown like a speck of dust by a force.

"What just happened?"

Everything that happened within the time governed by the laws was just an instant for creatures who had not entered this realm. Aya hadn't even realized it yet when she saw Agatha, who had just been arrogant, lying weakly at her feet, her clothes almost torn to shreds, and her skin covered in scars, looking particularly miserable.

"I came just in time. Stop daydreaming and hurry up and thank me, little one."

Beside Tiran, who was also still in a daze, stood a tall and beautiful woman who appeared out of nowhere.

"Huh? Huh? How did that guy... Who are you?"

Too many variables had occurred in the blink of an eye, leaving even the usually carefree princess confused.

Wait, who are you, big sis? Hold on, this hair color looks familiar...

"You can't be..."

"Headmistress Ciella of Mirt Academy, in my full form, reporting! Hehe, pay attention, this is my true appearance. Quickly forget that underdeveloped juvenile form you saw earlier and surrender under my beauty!"

The blue-haired beauty stood proudly with her hands on her hips.

...

"So, you're saying this person is really the headmistress we saw before?" After receiving Aya's confirmation, the princess blinked her eyes and half-doubtfully confirmed once again.

"Yeah, this is the fourth time already. Miss, please stop asking."

Aya covered her face and sighed. Why did she keep asking like a child? She even bit her lip, looking reluctant. By the way, how would you feel if you found out that this person you admired so much was actually the Master of Cold Attire?

After Ciella knocked Agatha down with just one move, the chaos in the academy city gradually subsided. It is estimated that the intruders in various places have been taken care of.

"Anyway, Miss, are you okay? Did that guy do anything strange to you?"

Before saving Tiran and being attacked, Aya didn't have time to carefully check Tiran's condition. Now that there is some free time, she quickly activated a healing aura and examined him from top to bottom.

"Oh, your clothes are torn... Oh no, you're injured too! Is this an arrow wound? Who did this? I hope the arrow isn't poisoned!"

She immediately cast a detoxification spell.

Why does the current Tiran feel like my own mother... But Princess, unusually, didn't resist and allowed Aya to use various healing methods on her like a doll.

Well, they're just minor injuries, but this feeling unexpectedly gives me peace of mind...

Tiran slightly squinted her eyes, a slight smile appearing on her lips unconsciously.

"Don't worry, I've already taken care of the sneaky person shooting arrows. Your Highness always wants to retaliate when someone provokes me, she's really petty."

"That's true..."

Thud.

"Why are you hitting me again!" Aya pouted with grievances. Well, it wasn't really a hit, just a light tap. Compared to before, it was almost caressing.

"Who told you to chime in, I was just teasing myself." Tiran hummed softly, unable to hide the joy in her eyes. "But you, why are you so nervous? Your Highness is not so easily killed."

"Uh..." Aya was also speechless for a moment. Yeah, why was she so nervous? Instead of considering extreme situations like her actually getting hurt and accidentally kneeling, this person always bullies me with her terrible personality. If something bad happens, I should be happy. Thinking about how nervous she looked earlier, she could even say that she was her boyfriend and someone would believe it...

Oops! Aya's face suddenly became hot. Wait, oh my, I actually...

"Hey, stupid dragon, don't tell me you actually..." The princess looked at him with a smile that seemed to hide something.

"No! There's nothing! Think about it, if something did happen to you and it reached Mimi's ears, wouldn't she tear me apart? Yes, that's right, that's how it is!"

Aya waved her hands vigorously, seemingly trying to strengthen her persuasion.

Then the princess remained silent and looked at him for a full minute until Aya felt a chill down her spine before sighing, "Alright, alright, there shouldn't be anything for me here. Go rest, dealing with this mess has exhausted me."

Saved!

Aya breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the silver-haired figure disappear around the corner of the street.

"I smell the sour odor of love, little Aya, actually..."

A certain illustrator approached with a teasing look and gestured towards the intersection.

"Shut up! Aren't you still thinking about the lantern? Don't worry about these irrelevant things!" Aya interrupted her before she could finish speaking.

"Okay, okay, just forget it if you don't like it." Ciella raised her hands in surrender with a mischievous smile. "As for the lantern, let's figure out the origin and purpose of that little guy first... Huh?"

The smile on the headmistress' face froze.

Oh my, this is unexpected.

Several dozen steps away, Agatha, who was supposed to be lying obediently after being knocked unconscious by herself, was nowhere to be seen.

But what about humans?