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

　This is the commercial street of Christa Magic Academy. Various small shops are opened on both sides of the road, some selling novel mystical gadgets, and some selling clothing and magic wands.

　Of course, most students come here, in addition to buying those fancy gadgets, to buy the raw materials needed for potions classes.

　""

　Nunnally wore a hood and walked cautiously among the crowd, her eyes avoiding anyone.

　Every now and then she bumped into someone on the side of the road, whispered "sorry", and her steps became increasingly unsteady.

　Soon, she found a small shop selling occult materials in a small box on the corner of the street.

　As soon as she entered, the black owl at the door of the store cast an unfriendly look at her, staring at her from the door to the bar.

　This store was extremely deserted. Most of the things on the shelves were gray and didn't look like good stuff. Various potion ingredients were randomly stacked in boxes, and some looked expired.

　Behind the bar, an old woman wearing a pointed hat was knitting a sweater with her hands.

　Hearing footsteps, she raised her head and gave the girl a creepy smile:

　"Little girl... Black Owl is not the place for you..."

　Her voice sounded like there was a fishbone stuck in it, and every note sounded a little harsh.

　Nunnally's back tingled, but she mustered up her courage and whispered:

　"I want a black meteorite dagger, 50 milliliters of poison hemlock juice, a black Pegasus eyeball, 30 milliliters of viper blood, ebony wood, and ten raven feathers..."

　"A summoning ritual?" the old woman smiled with a gaping tooth. "I don't recall that the Potions class at Christa School of Magic required a high-level spiritual ritual... The Black Meteorite Dagger and the Black Pegasus's eye... What do you want to summon from outer space?"

　"It's...it's an experiment!" Nanali's heartbeat kept accelerating. "It's just an experiment..."

　"Is there a teacher's signature?" the old woman asked casually.

　"I didn't bring it..." Nanali's breathing became more and more rapid. "Please, I don't have time..."

　""

　The old woman examined Nunnally's eyes, staring at her for a long moment before turning away.

　She waved her wand, and bottles and jars flew out from all corners of the shop, cluttering the bar.

　At the same time, a quill rose into the air and began to write the bill on the parchment.

　With a "click", as the bill was recorded, the old woman turned around and said casually:

　"Pay it."

　Nunnally quickly took out a few coins from her bag, placed them on the table, and then put all the occult props into her backpack.

　She carried her bag and fled as if she was avoiding the plague.

　""

　Watching Nunnally walk away, the old woman sighed softly and then took off a feather from her hat.

　She put the feather to her lips and whispered softly:

　"Sphinx, pay attention."

　"Whoo~"

　She blew gently, and the feather instantly turned into black dust and disappeared into space.

　Lying on the bed in the campus infirmary, Mogué stared at the ceiling with a dull expression.

　She was like a vegetable. Apart from the trembling corners of her mouth, there seemed to be nothing to indicate that she still had any vital signs.

　Three days had passed since the Carnival Duel.

　During these three days, she had been in the school infirmary, and everything on the duel stage flashed repeatedly before her eyes.

　Ophelia's words echoed in her ears again and again:

　"Every time in the past, I indulged you in your outbursts and never exposed you. That was to protect your fragile self-esteem."

　"If you really put your strength on the table, how many people do you think will indulge you? Without your backing, do you really think you can do evil in Krista?"

　Sharp, stinging.

　But Mogu'e was not surprised.

　Every time before, she had sensed the sharp edge in Ophelia's eyes, but she had never said it out loud.

　This time, in front of so many people, Ophelia showed no mercy.

　why?

　Why did you come back when you had already gone to the Citadel?

　Did you come back just to destroy me and overturn everything I have?

　I finally became stronger than you, why did you do such a thing?

　I am stronger than you, stronger!

　Mogu's mouth opened wide and she was roaring silently.

　But the roar was silent after all, and gradually, tears filled her eyes.

　No.

　She has never been stronger than anyone else.

　She thought that as long as she became the professor of the duel class, she would be stronger than Ophelia.

　Three days ago, on the duel stage, this dream was shattered.

　why.

　Why could she defeat me so easily even though she had lost her legs and was sitting in a wheelchair?

　why?

　She must have cheated... Yes... It must have been that angel on earth... No, that fake angel on earth who helped her!

　It must be so.

　Applause...Flowers...Attention...

　The things that once surrounded Ophelia...

　Mogué also wants...

　To do this, she kept climbing up, using any means necessary: ​​begging, selling herself, and throwing away her dignity.

　She got money, the favor of Perel Larsen, and thus the house.

　What Ophelia had, she got one after another.

　But she was never satisfied.

　She wants more, more, more!

　She wanted to be more powerful than Ophelia Sean. She wanted what Ophelia had, and she also wanted what Ophelia didn't have.

　So, after that nightmare, she finally became a professor at the Krista School of Magic, finally having so many students to command...

　When she was stuck with the students' final assignments and had them surrounding her, begging and fawning over her, the pleasure of being surrounded by people surged in her heart, making her happy for a while.

　But she wanted more.

　She wanted to humiliate Ophelia Sean, and one day, she would humiliate Ophelia in front of everyone!

　But now, with the arrival of Shikoti Amra...

　With the arrival of Ophelia...

　Which other student would respect her?

　why...

　why! ! !

　"Bangdang..."

　In the silence, the sound of a door opening suddenly rang out.

　Mogu turned his head and saw Nunnally walking carefully into the ward and coming to her bedside.

　"Professor, are you...are you okay?"

　"You don't need to worry about me," Mogu'e glared at the girl fiercely, "I want you to prepare something, are you ready?"

　"Alright... ready..."

　Nunnally panted softly, looking panicked:

　"Can I...can I take the scholarship? Please help me, I..."

　"No, you have one last thing to do for me."

　Mogu'e stared at Nunnally, at those innocent eyes, his gaze fixed.

　The corners of her mouth curled into a smile, a slightly scary smile:

　"You have to come and help me that day."

　"I can help you, kid. Of course I can help you, but it's not just a scholarship."

　As if possessed by a ghost, the words that lingered in her nightmares surged into her throat, leaving the whites of her eyes bloodshot.

　She recalled those dreams, in which she saw herself standing on the

　On and off the stage were neatly dressed graduates.

　She saw that she had a lot of support, that she was smiling with confidence, and that every word she said could cause applause from the audience.

　"Our dream will soon come true."

　Mogu'e reached out and gently stroked Nunnally's trembling shoulders.

　"Believe me..."

Chapter 638 Greedy Crawling (Part 14) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　In the library, Ophelia was flipping through a book with a focused look.

　Opposite her, Alia was writing a letter, glancing out the window from time to time.

　After a long while, when she finished the letter, she looked up and said:

　"Ms. Section Chief, you have a lecture tomorrow. Have you finished writing your speech?"

　Ophelia looked up from the book with a surprised look:

　"A speech? I don't need one."

　"No need for a speech script, just say whatever you want?" Alia was a little surprised.

　She had thought that those who were good at public speaking usually had written their scripts in advance and could just recite them directly when they went on stage, but it turned out that they were just improvising.

　"Yes," Ophelia nodded. "As long as you have a rough idea in mind, that's all."

　"Have you thought about what to say?" Aaliyah asked again.

　"Alia, you're becoming like the Overseer."

　Ophelia sighed softly.

　"Isn't that the point? After all, the purpose of the lecture is to give you the opportunity to detect the existence of original sin. The content of the lecture shouldn't be that important."

　"Isn't it important?" Alia tilted her head. "I thought Miss Ophelia might have a lot of new thoughts after returning to her alma mater."

　"New thoughts..."

　Ophelia was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and began to think.

　New thoughts...

　Not really, after all, she didn't really want to return to her alma mater. She came here because she was driven by the mission of a department.

　If she had to choose, she would rather never come back here in her life.

　Her time here was far from perfect, not to mention that the experience completely deprived her of the opportunity to see her grandfather for the last time.

　However...

　Mogu's face flashed before her eyes.