The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

Chapter 298 I Want to Be Miss Lisette's Dog

"Is this your daughter?" Rogurd finally couldn't help but ask.

At this moment, Lisette on the ring was like a Valkyrie, defeating her opponent and making him retreat like a stray dog.

He was still using the same spirit weapon as Eun.

The spirit weapon that Lisette used was far superior to the spirit staff created by Eun, both in terms of its refinement and the smoothness of its transformation. This was quite remarkable for a spellcaster of her age.

However, her actions were somewhat inconsistent with the image and temperament she had previously projected.

Hence Rogurd asked this question.

Little did he know that at this moment, Fadvi's worldview was truly shattered.

My own delicate daughter, how could she have turned into this after being away from home for so long?

"...daughters take after their mothers."

After much thought, Fadevi finally came up with an explanation that he could convince himself.

"It seems you have a tough time too," Arland said, offering words of comfort in a tone that every man knows.

"I just want some peace and quiet right now."

"Okay, I won't say anything more. How about we grab a drink tonight?"

"No, Madam won't allow it."

"Then you've had it even harder than I imagined."

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Although using a spirit weapon in front of the spellcasters of the Silver Wolf Class is somewhat like showing off one's limited skills before an expert.

But since Ewan dared to use it as a trump card, he must have his reasons.

To complement this spirit weapon, he even spent some time studying staff techniques, and before going into battle, he had already replaced his remaining spell slots with builds more suitable for melee combat.

Although they were surprised to see that Lisette also possessed a spirit weapon and lost the initiative, they quickly regained their composure.

It's hard to imagine that this highly anticipated civil war within the Demon Academy would turn out like this.

"Snapped."

Ewan took the hit with some difficulty.

In terms of staff fighting, he was naturally superior; Christie's mastery of this spell far exceeded his expectations.

One second it was a stick, the next it had transformed into a shield.

When it was a shield and let its guard down, it transformed into a short sword and stabbed straight at Eun's chest.

Lisette may not have specifically trained in martial arts, but that doesn't mean she's seen little of it.

Whether it was Vena versus Felix, or Vena and Felix versus Tilisa, Listy watched from the sidelines.

Who can really say for sure about talent?

As the long staff in his hand struck the shield that Lisette had conjured once more, cold sweat began to bead on Ewan's forehead.

Whenever he had a chance to strike Lisette, she always managed to transform her ethereal weapon into a shield.

It's a fourth-circle spell, but in Lisette's hands, it's like clay that she can knead at will.

Not only that, Lisette can even use dispelling magic while fighting.

In just a few minutes, the amplification spell that Eun had cast on himself beforehand was completely dispelled by Lisette.

If the dispelling spells could only affect spells below the third ring, I probably wouldn't even be able to keep my spirit weapon.

Christy has the ability to cast other spells to remove the buffs from Ewan while maintaining her spirit weapon, but Ewan doesn't have the ability to reapply them to himself.

Despite it being an internal battle between mages, Ewan discovered that his only chance to turn the tide was to outlast his opponent through sheer stamina.

Thinking about this, he even considered giving up immediately.

Unfortunately, Lisette didn't even give her that chance to admit defeat.

Since she can cast spells that dispel magic, she can naturally use other types of magic as well.

Previously, it was because Ewan's "Minor Spell Nullification Barrier" could block spells below the third ring, so it didn't waste mana.

But this effect was just broken by Lisette.

With a low chant from Lisette, she thrust her long staff forward, bringing with it a chilling gust of wind.

Eun realized something was wrong and gripped the long stick tightly with both hands to meet it, but at the moment the two sticks made contact, an extremely cold force quickly spread out from the point of contact.

Listy released her grip, and the spirit staff that had been released transformed into a blue frost that instantly enveloped Eun's body.

Unable to resist, Eun could only watch as he turned into an ice sculpture.

"The outcome is decided! The winner is Lisette von Cordelia!"

Jessica returned to the stage and announced the result of the match.

The audience outside the venue fell into an inexplicable silence.

After all, the outcome of this match fell far short of their expectations.

Only a very few people can understand the magical dismantling between Lisette and Ewan.

Many people would prefer to see two top students from the Magic Academy sparring with spells, rather than two mages wielding long staffs and sparring like martial artists.

With expectations already spoiled by previous matches, this is somewhat disappointing.

In the midst of this utter silence, a soft female voice suddenly rang out from the audience, echoing throughout the entire venue.

"Listy is amazing!"

The other audience members seemed to be awakened by this shout, and they all cheered and offered their blessings.

"Miss Lisette is wonderful!"

"Go for it, Miss Lister!"

"I want to be Miss Lisette's—"

A voice suddenly disappeared; hopefully, its owner is still safe and sound.

Yes, Lisette will soon be standing on the stage of the Griffin Battle semifinals with her petite frame, and that alone is enough to win their applause.

As for the magical duel we didn't see, tell me, wasn't the final blow that Lisette used to finish off the enemy magical?

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Lisette remained standing in the ring, her youthful face flushed crimson, making her exceptionally alluring.

Everyone assumed that the little girl was shy because her name was being shouted in unison, and that's why she shouted even more enthusiastically.

The reason Lisette blushed was because she recognized the first sound as her mother's.

"Well played."

Jessica casually shattered the ice on Ewan's body, smoothly transferring him to the medical team's stretcher, and then congratulated Lisette.

The audience might not understand the significance of Lisette's decisive blow, but she certainly wouldn't miss it.

Although Tilisa had instructed Lisette not to exceed the fifth level of spellcasting when using dual casting techniques.

But she still managed to figure out her own way.

That is, canceling the first spell the instant the second spell is cast, thus achieving the effect of casting two fourth-circle spells without interval.

Not only that, Lisette even used the residual magic energy from the spirit weapon before it completely dissipated to amplify the power of the Ice Spike spell.

This advanced application of dual casting technique was something that Tissa hadn't taught her yet; Lisette had figured it out entirely on her own.

"You flatter me, senior. If we were to lose to other students from the Magic Academy under your and Professor Tilisa's guidance, it would be a disgrace to our Silver Wolf Class."

Having accomplished the task assigned by Tilissa, Lisette breathed a sigh of relief.

"Having achieved your goal of reaching the top four, are there any plans for the future?"

"Hmm...that depends on what happens on Vina's side."

Although Wiener repeatedly assured him that Nassig was no match for him.

But Lisette understood that men's promises made for the sake of saving face were mostly just empty words.

If Sigurd were to win against Venus by sheer luck, her goal would be to avenge Venus's defeat.

If Wiener wins, then...

Chapter 299 Vena vs. Sigurd

"See that? That's my daughter."

"She's made it to the semifinals!"

Lisette made it to the semifinals without any major incident, and the happiest person was naturally Fadov.

Luckily, there was no one else around, otherwise he probably would have gone up to talk to even a passing dog.

Can you see my darling daughter, Lisette? She's not lost, she's super cute.

"Alright, alright, I know you have a good daughter. But you'd better say less. Didn't you see Alandri's face turned pale?"

Rogurd restrained a certain fanatical daughter-obsessed man to prevent him from offending Alandre.

Three of the four semifinal spots have now been secured: two players from the Kingdom and one player from the Allied Kingdom.

Felix and Listy even advanced to the semifinals by defeating players from the Empire.

The soon-to-be-released Sigurd is the last remaining member of the Empire.

From consistently striving for second place and competing for the championship, to almost failing to even reach the semifinals.

In order to avoid the humiliation of having no empire among the four strongest teams, Alandre, however unwilling, had no choice but to place his hopes on Sigurd.

"It's alright, Alandre, I—"

Fadevi had just offered a few words of comfort to the other party, saying that he supported Sigurd in teaching that brat named Viner a lesson.

But then I thought, what if Sigurd is the one who advances? Wouldn't that mean my daughter would have to face that guy who doesn't know his own strength?

"I still can't support you."

Fadvi said with a look of regret.

"Hahaha!"

Rogurd laughed uncontrollably.

Human joys and sorrows are not shared, and Alandre only found their noise annoying.

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"Be careful, Venere."

"Relax, you've all achieved your goals, I can't be the only one holding everyone back."

After a brief greeting to Lisette, Venere stepped onto the arena carrying two longswords.

His opponent, Sigurd, was already standing on the stage, his body tightly enveloped in a thick aura of blood, like a demon returned from hell.

After taking the stage, Viner first took the Dark Dragon Soaring sword from his waist, plunged it into the ground, and then took a few steps forward and pulled it out with his backhand.

The gleaming, cold sword, Mimi-kiri, was drawn from its white sheath and pointed directly at Sigurd: "Hey, hey, hey, can you still hear me?"

Sigurd remained silent.

“That’s why I said it would have been better to draw it sooner,” Viner sighed softly.

Although Sigurd had been corrupted by the cursed equipment and his temperament had become increasingly violent, he at least still retained the rationality to communicate.

By this moment, the evil will that was wrapped around that ominous armor had gained the upper hand in the mental tug-of-war within Sigurd's body.