The woman in black wasn’t angered by the girl’s suddenly hardened tone. Instead, she simply gave a faint nod and extended her index finger to tap the girl’s forehead.

“Misty. Information.”

Her voice returned to that soul-freezing chill, freezing one from core to skin.

Without waiting for a reply, she drew a teleportation Runic Spell in the air and vanished in a flash of purple light.

Thud.

The girl’s legs buckled, and she plopped down onto her own tail—which shot upright just in time to catch her securely.

“So terrifying…” Her carefully composed face turned deathly pale. “I almost got exposed…”

“No wonder she’s a legendary Demon Hunter, even in our world,” the girl whispered, trembling uncontrollably, unable to stand. “The Eastern Divine Consort—Divine Qingmiao.”

She stayed seated until her body regained control. Then she touched the spot where Divine Qingmiao had tapped her. A beam of light flared before her eyes, flooding her vision with information only she could see.

“So it’s Misty…” As data streamed through her mind, her expression melted into a smile that could enchant thousands. Pink mist swirled around her body, sealing her in an impenetrable veil.

“Wait for me, Misty, sister of the Divine Consort… You’ll be the perfect match. I’ll make you submit willingly at my feet…”

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I felt liquid magic flow through my arm as I stroked the cat’s cheek. That long-lost surge of power slowly seeped back into me, bit by bit.

[Hurry! Or I’ll be caught!] I prayed silently, desperate to regain enough strength to escape before Senior Thousand Feathers emerged. Once I fled, everything would be fine.

Magic swelled inside me—from a thin trickle to a thumb-thick current. Full sensation returned to my limbs. I could sprint to the balcony now, cast a wind-attribute Runic Spell, and safely drop from the fourth floor.

I knew a supply point near campus. With its demon-hunting gear, I could stall Senior Thousand Feathers until backup arrived.

After scripting my escape in my head and sensing my magic had nearly recovered, I pulled my hand back. Slowly, I straightened my body while murmuring, “Come on, Misty. You can escape…”

“Where do you think you’re running to, Mist?”

That dreaded voice—melodious to others, a death sentence to me—suddenly whispered in my ear.

“Dimensional Storage Runic Spell!”

I’d shouted the incantation, but my arm lacked the strength to rise.

Senior Thousand Feathers’ warm lips pressed gently against mine. Sweet floral scent flooded my mind. All thoughts vanished—I only wanted to lie in her embrace, even if the world ended next second.

“It’s all your fault, Mist. I didn’t even dry my hair because of you.”

She lowered her head, pulling me close. Her teeth grazed my ear as she whispered,

“How should I punish you, Mist?”