Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

After listening to her words, Lynn coldly asked, "Are you finished?"

Marfa's soul nodded hurriedly in the containment space, its eyes fixed on Lynn.

It's like waiting for an answer, an answer that would allow her to continue existing.

Lynn smiled slightly, raised her right hand, and waved gently in her direction, as if bidding farewell to an old friend:

"Now that I've said all that, let's say goodbye to this beautiful world."

His tone was soft, but his words were chillingly cold.

He had finally managed to win her over, so how could he let her go just because of a few words of pleading and a little bit of seduction?

Marfa's expression changed completely in that instant.

The gentle tone she had cultivated and the deliberate lowering of her posture had completely disappeared.

Her soul began to tremble violently at its edges, and the soul's voice emanating from the containment rune was several pitches higher than before:

"Lynn—! You—deserve to die!!"

Her words came out in fits and starts, as if too many words were crammed into one outlet, jostling and vying to burst forth:

"You ungrateful wretch! Why didn't I strangle you when you were still an apprentice! You ungrateful wretch! You—"

Lynn shook his head, ignoring Marfa's madness.

This woman has gone mad; she's talking incoherently. She just wants to disgust him in her final moments.

Guided by Lynn's mental power, the containment runes of the Soul Banner began to tighten, conforming to the outline of Marfa's soul.

The light of the containment runes shone as she fluctuated violently, sealing her words and soul outline within the containment space.

Marfa's soul shape was constantly deforming, shrinking, and expanding, like a dough being kneaded endlessly.

Lynn has broken down Marfa's soul defenses one by one over the past few days, and now it's time to make a move against her.

Then, Lynn used the "Memory Separation Technique" to completely separate her consciousness from her memories.

The advantage of this method is that the extracted memories are complete, unlike the "soul-searching technique" which leaves some incomplete memories.

His mental energy probed along the path of the containment runes, entangling the surging flow of information within her soul, and began to peel it away piece by piece.

The peeling began from the outermost layer, starting with the most recent memories.

About her own voice and posture, about that pleading and cursing, about her overwhelming resentment towards Lynn.

Further on, there are still stories of Wutian's departing figure and the speeding shuttle, as well as the ring she set up and the replaced liquid, peeling away layer by layer.

Lynn continued to probe downwards, and Malfa's soul gradually quieted down during the ongoing process of being peeled away.

Memories traveled back in time, and Lynn saw the starting point of Malfa.

That was a story that took place hundreds of years ago in a small town far from the academy.

She originally depended on her mother for survival, and although life was difficult, it was one of the few happy times in her life.

Unfortunately, her mother fell seriously ill and, before her death, revealed her true identity, telling her to find her biological father.

Following the information given by her mother and the tokens proving her identity, Marfa found a mansion in the "noble district".

She stood inside the gate, dressed in tattered old clothes, watching the well-dressed children walk past her in the courtyard.

No one looked at her. The children ran past her without stopping, and occasionally their eyes would briefly sweep over her before looking away with disgust.

It's like looking at a piece of "trash" that shouldn't be here.

Then... she saw the "father" she had always dreamed of seeing.

Her father's indifference shattered all her illusions, and she began to speculate about why her mother and she had ended up living away from home.

Although her father allowed her to stay in the family, she was given the status of a lowly maid.

Marfa was quite content at that time. She was originally destitute and helpless, and now that she had a place to stay, she was already very fortunate.

But life isn't always smooth sailing.

A wild girl, whose origins are unknown, entered the clan claiming to be the clan leader's daughter, making her the public enemy of the entire clan.

As a result, they faced endless exclusion and bullying...

Marfa, having no one to rely on and daring not to clash with those people, found a way to avoid most conflicts.

They hide, concealing themselves at the slightest sound.

She found a perfect hiding place: a spot around the corner of the corridor.

Whenever someone came, she would squat down, shrink into the shadow cast by the pillar, and remain quiet without making a sound.

Wait until the footsteps have faded before coming out again and continuing to walk along the edge.

She began trying to integrate into the family, starting with people her own age.

Start observing their way of speaking and habits, begin to imitate the tone and movements of some of them, and try to participate in the conversation in those ways.

Sometimes I can successfully join a conversation, and sometimes I get excluded after saying the wrong thing.

She learned to immediately retreat to her original position after saying something wrong, remain quiet, and wait for the next opportunity.

In that mansion, she learned to read people's expressions, to speak at the right time, and to remain silent.

She learned to be in the right place at the right time, and how to get noticed by those who are more important than her without attracting too much attention.

But these things won't significantly improve her treatment; they'll just reduce the bullying and punishment she faces.

What truly changed my destiny was that afternoon.

The sun was shining normally that afternoon. Marfa was squatting at the corner of the corridor, holding a dried leaf in her hand.

This is one of her few "toys".

Just then, she heard hurried footsteps coming from the direction of the courtyard. She quickly stood up and skillfully hid in the shadow of a pillar.

Hurried footsteps sounded one after another, as if the entire family was busy.

Through the porch, one could see people moving quickly around the mansion; some were carrying trays across the courtyard, while others were wiping down tables and chairs that had been covered in dust.

The old servant, who was usually quiet, glanced at her as he passed by, then pulled her and ran towards the main hall.

All the children in the family were brought from various places to stand in a row in the open space in front of the main hall. No one dared to speak, and everyone was looking in the direction of the gate.

Marfa heard footsteps outside the gate. The gate was opened, and several figures appeared at the entrance to the courtyard.

The leader was wearing a long black robe, followed by two other people also dressed in black robes.

Later she learned that these people were the legendary wizards.

The owner of the mansion, who was also her "cash cow father," stood below the steps, half a body length shorter than the men in black robes, with a respectful posture.

The man in black robes did not linger and walked directly into the main hall, the door closing automatically behind him.

This move amazed everyone and made Malfa's eyes light up.

If only she had such magical powers!