I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

He's still a long way from achieving the four torturous hells in his mind; he'll need to do his own research. But he's quite confident, and besides, he wants to cosplay Uchiha Itachi someday.

Why not give it a try?

Celia suggested.

of course!

Fingel stood up excitedly... then looked at Celia, a strange thought of profit suddenly popping into his mind.

Illusion magic... illusion magic... um? PS?

A daring idea surged up like a madman, filling Fingel's mind like wildfire... What if! Just what if!

Can I...?

"What's wrong? Regretting it?" Celia raised an eyebrow. "There's no going back now. Do you think illusion magic is too weak?"

"No... Lady Celie, if possible, please come closer—that way I can cast my spell more easily."

"What do you want to do?"

"Please! My dear master!"

"Fine... whatever."

Seria suddenly remembered the first time she met Flame—Flame was still young then, and after obtaining magic, she happily showed it off to her.

That's why she's exceptionally tolerant now.

"That's great!"

Fingel was overjoyed and quickly walked up to Celie, raised his hand, and slid it down Celie's head.

Then.....

Celie's clothes disappeared.

[Serie has serious doubts about you!]

[Seria's Affection Level -1]

[Serie harbors a deep-seated murderous intent towards you!]

[Enter Battle Mode!]

"The magic of bonus hell!!!!"

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Chapter 83: A Fleeting Dream x Daring to Break into Frilian's Bed (Part 1)

My clothes... disappeared?

No, he directly created the illusion that I was naked!

Celia understood what had happened immediately—she was stunned for a moment, not even realizing what was going on.

But the next second, however, it was an unprecedented...anger?

[Entry for "Triggering...Physiological Response"]

[Seria's Affection Level -1]

[Seria's Affection Level -1]

[Serie has murderous intent towards you!]

"The magic of Crimson Lotus Karmic Fire!"

boom!

Like fire from hell, the astonishing heat and terrifying burning appeared in Celie's palm in an instant—a blinding scarlet light burst from her fingertips, and the scorching magic condensed in the air into a huge fireball with a diameter of ten meters, its surface churning with lava-like cracks.

As the fireball roared past, it scorched the air, creating distorted ripples. The vegetation in its path was instantly carbonized, and the fire waves it unleashed turned the surrounding area of ​​a hundred meters into a living hell.

In an instant, the enormous fireball hurtled toward Fingel.

"Bridge Bean Sacks!"

Fingel only had time to beg for mercy before he was engulfed by flames, his terrified scream, now sounding like a Michelin mouse, still lingering in the air.

Oops!

Seria regretted using the magic as soon as she did, because she was so angry that she subconsciously used only five-tenths of its power and speed... If it were someone like Fingel, encountering such an offensive magic from her, he would probably be torn to pieces.

Was he really going to kill his own disciple with his own hands?

Ugh, how did things get like this?

The sky was filled with fire and smoke, obscuring the view, as if a meteorite had fallen to the ground, covering the ground in gray.

"Damn it... what's going on?" Celia grabbed her hair in annoyance, at a loss for what to do. "Fingal is so inexplicable, always doing some absurd things... now look what happened!"

She really... regretted it a little.

"I don't care what it becomes."

Frustrated, Celia immediately used wind magic to disperse the smoke filling the sky.

“ber~~”

In just one second, the gale blasted dozens of cannonball-like holes into the gray fog.

In the second, a tornado appeared in the center, quickly absorbing the shattered smoke and turning it into a pool of gray ash that fell to the ground.

But there was no sign of anyone.

Celia's heart sank.

do you died?

Fingel was burned to ashes by me? Damn it... How am I supposed to explain to Flame that I killed her man with my own hands?

She had absolute confidence in the strength of her magic. Someone like Fingel would die from a single hit, and even those so-called great demons would be severely injured if they were hit by her magic.

"Is he/she no longer there?"

"He really is dead... Damn it, there's nothing we can do now."

Fingel is gone, most likely buried in that pile of ashes; that's the worst possible outcome.

If it's a serious injury, even if it's paralysis, she can find a way to save it. But how can she save someone who's turned to ashes? She doesn't have the magic to reverse time.

"What is Fingel doing..." Celia stomped her feet in frustration. "If I used time slowing down at full power, I could have dodged it, right?"

what happened?

This was the first time in over a thousand years that she had lost her composure like this.

She suddenly felt extremely troubled. After all, he was her own apprentice, and she had actually killed him? This was... too foolish.

Celia's face was so dark it was almost dripping with water, and even her breathing carried a suppressed chill. Her tightly pressed lips twitched slightly, unsure of what to do.

"what is that."

With her sharp eyes, she suddenly noticed a piece of scrap paper the size of a palm on the ground—this shouldn't be the case, ordinary paper would melt if it touched the edge, how could it still be there?

She rushed forward, trying to grab the white paper, but missed.

"Huh? What is that?"

Celia looked at her hand in confusion. Wasn't it a physical object?

This means... a phantom?

Is it possible to achieve this level after learning basic illusion magic?

Celia's furrowed brows relaxed slightly. The magic was still there, which meant that Fingel wasn't dead... but how could that be?

She recalled carefully that even if it was an illusion, it would indeed be difficult to dodge in that last bit of time—mainly because there was no time to react, and human reaction speed has its limits.

So...it must have been even earlier? Fingel had already cast illusion magic?

"When did I fall under the illusion spell?"

Seria's eyes held a hint of doubt, but it quickly cleared; after all, she was a living magic library.

"I should have been under a spell much earlier. The whole thing about me getting closer before they cast the spell is a complete lie."

"Fingal should have started casting illusions when he learned illusion magic. At that time, his true form should have been hidden, and only his illusionary form was being displayed."

Muttering to herself, Celia slowly deduced the truth, and her expression became somewhat surprised.

When did I develop the illusion that I would never be deceived by illusions?

She was initially thought to be just a student with a special bloodline who was lucky enough to have the ability to time, and whose talent in magic was extremely weak—in Seria's eyes, compared to Flame, he was as pathetic as a dragon compared to an ant on the ground.

But looking at it now...

"Even the weak can have this effect? ​​That's interesting." Celia's expression relaxed. Although she was still annoyed at being tricked, she was quite happy.

She has always liked talented magicians.

Currently, illusion magic is a useless spell in Celia's hands, but it becomes quite troublesome in Fingal's hands. Combined with his lying and deceitful mind, plus his bloodline magic which has some power, even a great demon can suffer serious damage if he is not careful.

It feels like 1+1 is greater than 2.

"He's more talented than I thought... Fingel."

So what's written on the paper?

Celia, in a good mood, lowered her head to examine the phantom left by Fingel closely... Her expression gradually turned ugly, as if countless black lines were drawn down, and her murderous intent almost dyed the river red.

The contents of the 'paper' clearly stated:

'Sorry, Lady Celie~~ I accidentally saw your body, and I really didn't expect you to be so big! So I did a little simulation, I'm so sorry! Destroy the kingdom, that's it! Anyway, destroy the kingdom, that's it!'

'I strongly suggest that Lady Celie stop wearing that tattered robe. She has a great figure, but it makes her look flat-chested... But it doesn't matter, I'll love Lady Celie no matter what she looks like.'

'-----Your dear disciple, Fingel'

"Fingal!!!!"

Celia's cold voice echoed throughout the ruins... She vowed that she had to capture Fingel today and teach him a lesson.

..........

ten minutes later.

The suspect fled the scene.

Seeing that no one was around, Fingel casually found a spot under a thick tree to rest... He was panting heavily, but his expression was still replaying the angry and embarrassed look on Celie's face after she discovered that she had been 'stripped naked'.

"How adorable, Master."

Fingel laughed heartily, thinking how incredibly awesome he was.

As a man who had only been learning magic for less than a day, he was absolutely the first in history to be able to toy with Celia, who was close to a god, so he had every right to be proud.

The moment Fingel mastered illusion magic, he also learned related extension spells without any formal instruction.

First, the illusion can be preserved outside the body, allowing the illusion to remain in the same place for more than half an hour when the user is not present. This makes Celia believe that she is still in the same place and can see the paper she left behind.

Second, the ability to create illusions within a radius of ten meters allows you to create illusions at will. Of course, the more you know about an object, the more exquisite and realistic the illusion will be. If you don't know much about the object itself, or if you try to create too many illusions at once, the illusions will become 'distorted'.

Fingel created an effect similar to a mirage, allowing him to conceal himself within a ten-meter radius and mislead enemies into misjudging his location—this gave him considerable assassination abilities, which, combined with his time magic, made him incredibly powerful.

Caught off guard, Celie didn't react in time and was thus tricked. For most people, this move had a powerful first-meeting killing effect, and those who were unprepared were too easily dealt a heavy blow.

It's not that Fingel is bragging, but if he had these abilities back when he was with Aura, Miss Aura's head would probably already be on the ground being kicked around like a football by him.

Especially those demons whose physical bodies are fragile, most of whom are only good at magic and not good at close combat, Fingal can easily kill them - first taunt them with an illusion, then sneak up and backstab them.

Invincible!

As for a deeper development strategy, he naturally had one: to study Itachi Uchiha's Tsukuyomi technique, and then to do some research on mental matters in Seria's library... In short, he was full of confidence!

Immerse yourself in endless training and discipline—Tsukuyomi!

"I'm invincible! I'm too strong! What can possibly stop me?!"

He smiled smugly—well, mainly because he found Celie's reaction so funny, and he was determined to make Celie blush and cover her well-hidden body while cursing him in the future.

Great!