The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

He struggled to his feet and limped toward Felix.

"It's okay...it's not your fault...it's alright."

With her still-mobile right hand, Viner gently stroked Felix's head, as if she were stroking a lost child.

It's unclear whether she was comforting Felix or herself.

He slowly closed his eyes.

"Pfft! Venus, see, you fell for it again! Haha—"

Felix, who had intended to lighten the mood, noticed that Venus had no smile on her face and gave a dry laugh.

"Can you not slap me in the face?"

"This is no problem."

Wiener rolled up his sleeves.

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Chapter 484 The Ancient Demon and the Youngest High-Rank Mage

The magical duel on the other side had also reached a fever pitch.

As the battle reached a stalemate, Bartolomeu lost his earlier confidence and his expression became serious.

It realized that it had greatly underestimated its opponent, and underestimated the most low-key of the three, who was also the most secretive of the emblem envoys.

The existence of Tyr's Staff prevented it from using conventional methods to neutralize the spells cast by Lysty, forcing it to resort to more advanced and conservative spells for defense.

That seemingly inexhaustible array of trump cards left Bartolomeo somewhat overwhelmed.

It had already cast a time acceleration spell on itself, compressing its chanting and casting speed to the extreme, so that even high-level spells could be released at a near-instantaneous speed.

However, spells cast in this way don't have enough time to mobilize the magic energy in the air, so Bartolou has to bear all the costs himself.

Even with the qualities of a demon, it would be difficult to cope with such a flood of demonic energy consumption.

But only the Time Demon can do this, using hastily crafted spells to counter the opponent's preemptive preparations.

Whether its defenses faltered first, or whether Lisette ran out of cards first, became the key to victory.

The immense pressure caused it to unconsciously increase the rate of time acceleration.

After successfully deflecting more than a dozen preparatory spells, Lisette's casting motions finally began to slow noticeably.

This signal that his trump cards were about to be exhausted clearly did not escape Bartolomeo's notice.

An extremely hot energy gathered and compressed at the tip of Tyr's Staff at an astonishing speed, instantly forming a golden fireball.

The flames seemed to contain the essence of the sun, making them almost impossible to look at directly.

The eighth-ring spell "Sunfire Burst" is the last and most powerful spell that Lisette prepared.

With a wave of her staff, Lisette unleashed a fireball brimming with intense heat, sending it hurtling toward Bartolou like a cannonball.

Wherever the fireball passed, there were sharp explosions, as if even the magic prison could not withstand the ravages of this power.

Bartolo quickly chanted, and an extremely cold energy burst forth from his fingertips.

This seemingly insignificant icy ray is actually "absolute zero," which corresponds to "Sunfire Burst."

The two spells, which should have been completely opposite, did not explode when they met. Instead, they neutralized each other and dissipated into a gentle burst of energy.

Realizing that Lisette had exhausted all her high-level magic, Bartolou rapidly gathered the remaining magic energy in his body into his chest cavity, preparing to unleash a "Higher Roar" that only required a single syllable.

However, Lisette did not succumb to despair as it had expected. Instead, with a resolute attitude, she spun the Staff of Tyrhunth in her hand and threw it like a javelin.

You're even giving up your staff to try and interrupt my spellcasting?

A disdainful sneer flashed in Bartolomeo's eyes. How could such a self-destructive struggle be faster than its roaring technique?

The moment it opened its mouth, the magic energy within its body suddenly went out of control, gathering at an alarming rate.

The uncontrollable speed of the gathering interrupted the roar spell, and Tyr's Staff pierced its chest with lightning speed.

Like a balloon that has reached its limit of pressure, suddenly punctured by a needle, Bartolou's body exploded instantly under the backlash of the magic essence.

Aside from the initial sneak attack, it intercepted all of Listy's spells, but it failed to prevent the backlash of the magic energy within its own body.

Bartolo, now only a head remaining and in a final burst of lucidity, looked at Listie with resentment, "How did you manage to accelerate time on me?!"

Time magic is not a simple addition of one and one. Unless someone's mastery of time magic far surpasses that of the spell itself, it is impossible to overwrite it when it has already entered a state of time acceleration.

"You've simply fallen victim to my slow spell."

Lisette took a step forward and crossed the dividing line inside the cabin.

The Time Demon was indeed a top-tier mage. Even with advance preparation and five times the time acceleration, she could barely keep up with the opponent's casting speed.

Even such a guy has a fatal weakness.

Being immersed in an abnormal flow of time for a long time makes its perception of the speed of time more reliant on instinct.

The shattering of the demon's barrier gave Risty the opportunity to cast negative spells on it.

As a result, after taking the slow-acting drug, Bartolomeo attributed his slower reaction to the insufficient acceleration of time, which eventually pushed it to a range that he could not control.

All that's needed is for Lisette to remove the Slow spell at the right moment, and it will inevitably suffer the backlash of magic energy.

The demon-dispelling power of the Staff of Tyr's was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

"Slow spell... Slow spell..."

Bartolo would never have believed that someone would use a third-circle spell to counter his time acceleration if the facts weren't right in front of him.

Perhaps to finally give up, it asked one last question: "How long have you been preparing?"

"Two days."

To be more precise, it's forty-five hours.

After Vina assigned the tasks, Lisette arrived at the cabin ahead of time and used the accelerated time inside to set up her own battlefield.

Regardless of Bartolou's poor condition, he had already suffered a series of battles before meeting Risty.

However, this cannot erase the fact that the youngest seventh-tier spellcaster in history defeated the oldest demon after only two days of preparation.

Where have I been all these thousands of years?

Bartolo stopped thinking.

First, Lisette picked up the Staff of Tyrhuns, which had made great contributions, and then placed several seals on the demonic blood soul left behind after Bartholomew disappeared before reaching out to pick it up.

"I need to tell Venus this news right away," Lisette thought to herself.

Just as one would share a great achievement with loved ones, Lisette couldn't wait to tell Vina the news of her victory over the demon.

This is enough to prove that she will no longer hold anyone back.

However, the demon she had just defeated seemed to be an acquaintance of Vena's from the past, which made Lisette somewhat conflicted about how to tell Vena about this.

She was clearly overthinking things.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The crisp sound of slapping and Felix's pleas for mercy echoed through the woods.

The shocking sight made Lissie's face twitch involuntarily: "What...what the hell are you guys doing?"

Werner and Felix then quickly separated.

With one hand clutching his sore bottom and tears streaming down his face, Felix certainly gave off a tempting urge to bully him.

But to do such a thing in public is just too... too shameless.

She didn't want Venere to develop any strange interests.

“I think I can explain,” Wiener said, raising his hand.

He didn't really enjoy doing this kind of thing; it's just that some people are like that—they get up and start tearing off the roof if you don't discipline them for three days.

But Felix spoke first: "Listy, would you like to know what Venus was like when she was a child?"

Wiener: "?"

"Tell me in detail!" Lisette's eyes lit up.

Chapter 485 A Letter from a Disciple

The Dean's Office of St. Freya Academy.

Samif stood outside the door, took a deep breath, and then gently knocked on the door.

She only pushed open the door and entered after hearing a voice inside granting her permission.

Seeing that it was not Dean Leia sitting behind the desk, but Tilisa, Samif did not show any surprise.

"You've had a long journey," Samif said, handing over a letter sealed with wax, then asked, "How is Lady Rhea?"

Tilissa took the letter, her gaze falling on the signature at the end. A knowing smile appeared on her face, as if the fatigue from working shifts for days had vanished.

He then looked up and replied, "Hmm...she should be in the back garden right now. If we go now, we can still make it in time to have tea with her."

“How could someone like me be qualified to sit with Lady Rhea?” Samif lowered her eyes slightly.

Tissa chuckled and said, "Then go and talk to her for a bit. Lady Leia complained to me that she's been quite bored lately."

Samif was silent for a moment, then nodded and turned to leave the office.

Once the door closed, Tissa withdrew her gaze, gently stroking the envelope as if sensing something.

Then, she took a paper cutter from the table and, with a certain ceremony, cut open the envelope signed by Wiener.

There are three letters inside.

......

To the world's best masters:

Master, are you alright? By the time you receive this letter, we should have already begun our journey to Cordelia. Vena asked me to write to you, to report on the situation in Lumir Village.

The environment here is nice, and the villagers are very welcoming. According to Viner, it has expanded to five times the size it was when he left, and next time he comes, he'll call it Lumiel Town.

But the village chief here is actually a Time Demon who has been lurking for many years.

It took us a lot of effort to confirm his identity, and we used the harvest party in Lumiel Village as an opportunity to evacuate the villagers before we could begin our attack.

That despicable village chief, I don't know what methods he used, turned me into a tall, ugly monster, and called me something like Sobalukai.

I was conscious at the time, but I couldn't control my body and could only watch helplessly as Vena got beaten up.

Fortunately, Wiener managed to turn the tide and win in the end.

Later, I asked Lysette who Sobalkay was, and Lysette told me that he was the Sword Demon, but Vena told me not to worry about that and that Felix was Felix.

I don't like that name either; it doesn't sound as good as the name my master gave me.

The demonic blood soul left behind by the Time Demon couldn't be stored in the ring at first, so Vena forged it into a weapon, and then it could be stored away again. Isn't that strange?

We fought on the edge of the village, and the houses inside were not damaged. After the battle, we brought the villagers back.

To reassure the others, Vena lied and said that the village chief had provided the information and had risked his life to lure the demons into the encirclement, thus protecting everyone.

I don't know if this is the right thing to do, but compared to the village chief being a demon who also tried to imprison them all in a mental barrier, this explanation should be easier for them to accept.

Later, Wiener had the villagers elect Sargozi to take over as village chief.

Oh, I forgot to tell my master that this uncle is Vena's disciple, but his forging skills are much worse than Vena's, although he has quite a few disciples under him.

Let me think... If a disciple's disciple's disciple were to come to this Lumiel Village, then Master, your seniority would be quite high.

And Master, you would never guess how adorable Venus was as a child. You're really missing out if you didn't see it.

Hehe (。???。)

......

"Of course I know how cute Wiener was when she was little."

Tilisa looked at Felix's signature, which was replaced with a drawing of a little figure, shook her head helplessly, and closed the first letter.