Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 314 Notice something strange
Because they were close to the top of the stairs, the cries of anguish emanating from them became increasingly clear.

Hearing the few words mixed in, Yaro, his eyes bloodshot, let out a cold laugh, "Demon? What a delightful title!"

The scorching hot blade was smoking from the edge of Viscount Corey's shoulder. He was in excruciating pain, cold sweat pouring down his face, yet he maintained a twisted smile and stammered, "Is...is that so?"

"Unfortunately... this isn't an evaluation of me!"

As soon as Yaro finished speaking, he exerted force on his wrist, and the heavy sword roared.

bass!
Half of the arm was spasmodically gripping the ground.

"what……"

Viscount Corey knelt on the ground, veins bulging on his forehead, and let out a ghostly wail.

Anger had long filled Aro's heart!

It was only because of that beautiful figure, whose life or death he didn't know, that he maintained the last shred of reason in his heart and prevented him from completely falling into madness.

"I've said it before, I don't have much patience!"

The heavy sword veered and approached the left leg that was kneeling on the ground.

"no, do not want!"

The physical pain and the fear in his heart mingled together, shattering the remaining rationality of Viscount Corey. He tried to move his body to avoid the heavy sword, but was kicked over by Yaro.

The remaining guards looked at each other, brandishing their weapons and surrounding the area, but dared not launch an attack.

Not to mention that the gray fog in the air was causing them to lose their strength quickly, they also dared not make any rash moves, given that the viscount was under Yaro's sword.

Besides... even if you make a move, you might not be the opponent.

The gentleman writhed on the ground in agony, crying out in a pathetic display of pain, wailing with tears streaming down his face: "Spare me...no...Madam...yes! Madam, save me! Save me!"

"What an interesting farce!"

The stunningly beautiful girl watched all this with a look of pure delight, even licking the wound on the neck of the beauty in her arms with her tongue, as if it were a snack, and the little bit of blood that had seeped out.

"It's just a pity... the punishment was already severe enough."

punish?

Everyone was stunned and turned around to look at the girl's pink eyes.

Yaro's eyes narrowed slightly, and no one could discern his expression beneath the skull mask.

Therefore, it is impossible to know whether he was scrutinizing the stunningly beautiful girl like everyone else, or admiring the beautiful figure in the girl's arms.

"why?"

Viscount Corey looked up in disbelief, a mixture of emotions making his face look like a clown's.

"You only sent me one out of three little fairies?" The girl gently stroked the delicate skin of the beautiful figure in her arms, and said sweetly, "Tell me, shouldn't you be punished?"

The pressure on Viscount Corey vanished instantly, and he nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes! Madam! Please, make him stop!"

Yaro slowly raised his sword, his voice unusually cold, "You think you can just stop like that?"

Before he finished speaking, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and he swiftly slashed down without any mercy.

"If I say stop, you should stop."

The girl's voice was sweet and alluring, giving Yaro a strange, electric-like sensation.

clang--!
Suddenly, the heavy sword landed in empty space, sparking a few drops of sparks on the bluestone ground.

“Mind control?” Yaro slowly turned around.

The girl raised her head, her pink hair sweeping lightly in the air, her eyes curving into crescent moons. "No, this is manipulating souls."

"Playing tricks!" Despite saying that, Yaro became even more agitated because of this failure.

My wrists, in particular, felt inexplicably sore and achy, as if because I couldn't see any fresh blood, and I had an uncontrollable feeling about them.

The negative physical sensations further fueled Yaro's murderous intent.

"You want to save him, but he insists on dying!"

boom--!
Thick flames erupted from the lava eye.

The already large heavy sword has now transformed into a giant flaming sword several meters wide!
"Blazing Sword Technique - Accumulated Flame!"

The astonishingly large flaming sword, whipping up towering heat waves, crashed heavily to the ground as if the sky were collapsing.

"No! I've hidden the other two little elves in this dungeon!"

Little elf?
what is that?
Yaro's reason was somewhat clouded, but he vaguely remembered that there seemed to be such a thing.

The remaining rationality and some strange power caused the terrifying flames to suddenly stop in mid-air.

The scorching heatwave continued to bake the ground, and Viscount Corey, who was already injured, turned pale and became increasingly weak.

"I...I'll take you there!"

Driven by a powerful will to survive, he endured the excruciating pain and practically roared out these words.

His voice brought Yaro to his senses somewhat, and also gave him a vague recollection that he seemed to be searching for the little elf's trail.

Don't kill him!
Once Yaro regained his senses, he immediately realized that something was wrong with his current state. He didn't know what was causing it, but he immediately thought of his tried-and-true method—the purification potion!
As luck would have it, the mask had an automatic medicine dispensing function, and he hadn't used any magic spells before, so the medicine box was full.

With a slight movement of consciousness, the magic immediately activated.

The medicine stored on both sides of the mask flowed into Yaro's mouth through the interlayer.

A cool sensation flowed into his mouth, and Yaro's consciousness became clearer and clearer.

But once consciousness returned to a certain level, the effects of the purifying agent flowed into the heart and then remained there.

It's as if an invisible force is at odds with the effects of the medicine.

This was a feeling that Yaro had never experienced before, but he had learned about it at the academy. It was the effect of a continuous struggle between external forces and the purifying potion.

and so……

"External forces?!"

Yaro was startled. A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to his head. His adrenaline surged and his biological stress response was instantly activated.

In an instant, I became completely clear-headed.

Anyone who isn't a fool can probably figure out where this power comes from.
It must be that strange 'lady'!
Remembering that the white deer was still in her arms, Yaro did not react. Instead, he felt the effects of this power and followed its path, reclaiming the flames that filled the sky. He glared with scarlet eyes and said coldly:
"lead the way!"

Before she could finish speaking, the girl-like 'lady' replied happily, "Such an interesting thing, I definitely want to participate too."

As the invisible force within him shifted slightly, Yaro obediently remained silent.

"well!"

Viscount Corey rose shakily, staggering several times, but the surrounding guards did not react at all.

At this moment, he should be thankful that Yaro's greatsword was hot; otherwise, he would probably have bled to death long ago from the bleeding alone.

"You lot, come here," the stunningly beautiful girl beckoned to the guards around her. "Keep an eye on this girl. She's my precious darling, so make sure she's well protected."

"Okay, okay..." The guards' responses seemed somewhat dazed.

A slight tremor ran through Yaro's heart. He watched blankly as Viscount Corey stumbled toward the dark stairwell, but secretly glanced in the direction of the 'Madam' out of the corner of his eye.

(End of this chapter)