The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　Alice closed her eyes and felt the ice-blue flame burning from the center of her spirit outward.

　During the burning, a faint layer of blue light attached to the edge of the spirit body, and then began to converge.

　When she opened her eyes again, Alice's pupils had turned into an ice blue.

　She reached out her hand, placed her spirit lens over the Book of Hell, and immediately flipped the page open.

　"Om——"

　iceberg.

　Iceberg, Garden of Fire, Crimson Backstab, Abel's Cry, Sun Extinguishment, Dragon's Fall, Spine Drops, Key, Chain, and Bound...

　White Tower.

　White Tower City Dispute Saint Bell Ringing Conspiracy Independent Academy City Advent Garden Bell Shattered Saint...

　Beheaded.

　A large amount of pheromones exploded almost instantly, pushing Alice's spirit to the brink of collapse.

　A crimson light surged in her vision, and the icy blue spiritual fire seemed to be unable to sustain...

　It's the limit.

　Alice jerked the lens away and immediately closed the Book of Hell—

　boom----"

　The wind rises and the wind falls.

　After coming to her senses, Alice realized that she was sweating all over.

　She smoothed her sweat-soaked hair, slumped in the chair, closed her eyes, and pressed her temples.

　Success...

　Although the progress is limited...but it is a success...

　Recalling those broken images, Alice began to sort out her thoughts.

　The previous ones... seem to describe the history of the Age of Gods...

　The fall of the Golden Sun and the Dark Moon Dragon, and the falling of the White Tower from the sky were the parts that Alice could understand.

　As for Backstab... Crimson... Abel... Garden... Alice wasn't very clear about this part of history.

　Next, it is about the development of the Academy, from the ringing of the Holy Bell by the Saint of Messina to the major events that the Academy has experienced in recent years.

　The Arrival of the Hanging Gardens...The Night of the White Tower...

　Alice experienced all of these personally and they are "known history."

　And what comes after that?

　Saint...

　Beheading...

　An overly general picture, to be precise, is not even a picture, but "a word that presents a certain sense of déjà vu."

　There are too many saints in the Academy, and it is impossible to find out exactly who the Book of Hell is pointing to.

　As for beheading... Alice could only think of King Falu, because beheading was no longer used as a punishment in the Citadel.

　It now appears that further in-depth investigation is needed.

　""

　Just as Alice was thinking, the door of the workshop opened.

　Turning around, I saw Albus walking in hurriedly.

　"Albus?"

　"Senior Alice," Albus gasped, "I...I found a clue!"

　Fifteen minutes later, Nefera Beta, reception room.

　"You mean... Ophelia hired a gang called Yellow Sand to do her bidding?"

　"And you said... you want to revive the Golden King?"

　Alice stirred her coffee, resting her chin on her hand.

　"First of all, I think it's impossible to resurrect the Golden King. Xiaomo killed the king and seized his power. Even if he were to be resurrected, it wouldn't make much sense."

　"I also think it's just bravado, but that's not the point."

　Albus shook his head:

　"Their leader is called the Jackal, and he's suspected to be a subordinate of Ophelia. If we can capture the Jackal, we should be able to confirm Ophelia's crimes and bring her down."

　"To be pulled down...I'm afraid that's not very realistic..." Alice shook her head.

　"Why?" Albus asked anxiously.

　"Because Ophelia is currently in this position...very useful," Alice said, picking up her coffee cup. "As much as I hate to admit it, the reason we're able to transport war supplies to the other side so smoothly is precisely because Ophelia has unified power in the Citadel. Although her methods are brutal and bloody, we truly need her right now."

　"Do you need her..."

　Albus's hands were shaking.

　He took out a file bag, opened it, and placed a document on the table:

　"Are you sure?"

　"Congressman Arnold has been missing for three days... The official statement is... he went to Faro for diplomatic activities, but I sent someone to Faro, and Congressman Arnold wasn't there at all!"

　"Besides him, there's Councillor Albert... Councillor Soule... a total of five councillors. They're no longer to be found in the Citadel."

　"These councillors were even Ophelia's people on the White Tower Council. They obeyed all her instructions, but in the end, they were dealt with just like Councillor Johnson..."

　Looking at the files recorded by Albus, Alice's expression became more serious.

　In a flash, she saw little Faye again.

　Ophelia...is no longer content to be a puppet and wants to take power alone?

　But didn't Xiaomo say... that she had already interfered with her fate...

　Could it be that...

　She was right to do this...?

　"Senior, we must protect ourselves."

　Alice looked up and met Albus's determined face.

　"Even if we don't use this clue to bring Ophelia down, we must at least form a check and balance with her!"

　"At least... she won't direct her thoughts towards you, the Supernatural Department's First Division... or Angelica."

　After saying this, Albus held his breath and looked directly at Alice.

　Looking at the boy's ardent gaze, Alice nodded slowly.

　"it is good."

　She stood up and lightly touched the air with her wand, and a pale golden bird appeared.

　"Milliam, mobilize some of the church's power to Albus and support him in his investigation."

　"Albus, go meet Miriam. She will support you."

　Alice stared at Albus's eyes with a serious expression:

　"But remember, no matter what happens..."

　"First and foremost, protect yourself."

　"I understand, mentor."

　Xingmo took the homemade hot pack handed to her by Lucius and smiled faintly.

　"We will protect our own."

　Before leaving, Lucius insisted on giving Xingmo and the others something, and gave them many instructions.

　"If you are in danger, notify us immediately," Lucius was still worried, "at least I can go over and pick you up."

　You guys, do you understand?"

　"OK, all right."

　Looking at the mentor's weathered face and listening to his organ-like voice, Xingmo's mouth corners curled up slightly.

　Mentor Lucius always forgets that Xingmo is already an angel and doesn't need a hot pack.

　Sometimes, it is moments like this that make people realize that their elders have grown old.

　"let's go."

　Xingmo held Aurora, and Vivian drew her swords, tearing open the ice flame rift—

　"Om——"

　The three of them shuttled through the confusing white, whistling across the edge of the fog area and plunging into the cold wind of Mortiheim.

　Half an hour later.

　""

　On the shore of the vast icy lake, the three of them gazed into the distance.

　The extreme coldness seemed to create some kind of enormous pressure, constantly squeezing the bodies of the three people, as if trying to assimilate them into a patch of white on the vast plain.

　"call..."

　Xingmo exhaled a long breath of white air, took out the map and wiped off the ice debris on the surface.

　"Yeah, this is it."

　She confirmed the route and turned to look at Vivian:

　"Let's get ready."

　"it is good."

　Vivian tore open a crack in space and injected ice-blue flames into the space below.

　She closed her eyes, gradually taking control of the natural power of space, and spreading her senses across the ice field.

　At the same time, Aurora gently sprinkled into the air, and small emerald green seeds were scattered into the air and fell all over the ice field with the wind.

　"Do you think Merlin's old man will make it out alive?" Aurora said as she scattered the seeds. "Maybe he's been tortured beyond recognition."

　"The principal will definitely leave himself a way out," Xing Mo said, "After all... he has thought of everything."

　Suddenly, Xingmo returned to the morning when she received Merlin's letter.

　"This time, you will be the teacher."

　"Teach me how to fight against fate."

　That old guy is always like that, with his thoughts jumping around and laughing. Although he dresses like a gentleman, he never walks seriously.

　But it was that old guy who single-handedly killed his way through Mortiheim, entered the Frozen Garden, and cut off Cain's projection.

　He knew that he was destined not to get out, and he also knew that he was destined to lose. At most, he could only delay Cain for a while.

　But he did it anyway.

　Unlike the three thousand years of escape, the crow chose to face his own fate.

　After he left, Xingmo took over the baton.

　He said that he wanted Xingmo to be his teacher.

　So...

　"I don't know if I'm doing well."

　Xingmo smiled faintly and sighed softly.

　"Strictly speaking... this isn't really a rescue..."

　"This time, I'm the one handing in the answer sheet to the teacher."