The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

There was a crushed wooden crate there; if you listened carefully, you could hear a faint "meow" sound.

"it's here!"

Felix shouted excitedly, rushing over in a few strides. He carefully moved the cabinet that was pressing down on the wooden box and saw the cats curled up inside.

Upon seeing its familiar owner, the cat let out a weak meow and its tail swayed gently.

"Big Flower!" Felix immediately breathed a sigh of relief, hugged the cat in his arms, and gently stroked its slightly thin body. "You've lost weight."

The big flower, whose head was being stroked, made a purring sound, and its tail swayed slightly, as if responding to its owner's concern.

"They are quite resilient."

Vena took some food from her ring and scattered it on the ground for the cats to share.

The little guys immediately swarmed around the food after smelling it, eagerly enjoying this long-awaited meal.

"I didn't expect them to be waiting for me here."

Felix put the large flower down, letting it join the competition for food.

Then she pulled out the wooden box where the cats had hidden and showed it to them, saying, "Vina, look."

Wiener took a few steps closer and found that the box was filled with loose parts and broken pieces of iron.

“I’ve collected every fragment of every weapon you forged for me,” Felix said with a touch of pride.

But his expression quickly darkened again, and he muttered, "Only the Dull-Slaying Blade and the Time-Piercing Sword are missing..."

“You’ve already been very thoughtful,” Vena said, gently rubbing Felix’s head in comfort.

"Help me put them away, otherwise we might not be so lucky to find them again if we lose them again." Felix handed over the box.

Viner nodded, then waved his hand to put the box into his spatial ring.

After he finished doing all that, Felix asked, "Now that the workshop is destroyed, don't you lack suitable forging tools?"

“You don’t need to worry about that.” Escudo’s voice suddenly rang out, appearing out of nowhere between the two of them, her eyes full of confidence. “I can help my master.”

"So you're really amazing, Little E!" Felix's eyes lit up.

"...It's not that exaggerated. The key is the owner himself."

Escudo was slightly embarrassed.

She knew she was just a tool; even without her, Vena could forge weapons capable of defeating demons.

Although he was somewhat prepared, seeing the current state of the dormitory, Viner completely abandoned the idea of ​​using the workshop for forging.

He left the cleaning and inspection work to Felix and Escudo, while he walked to an empty space and took out Tensa Zangetsu from his ring.

"Won't this wound get infected?"

The mottled rust on the blade made the sword look lifeless, and after hesitating for a moment, Venere couldn't bring himself to do it.

He took out the Zhōnen Zhōna and gently cut a shallow slit in his palm.

Blood dripped from his fingertips, staining the sword, and the surface of Tensa Zangetsu immediately gleamed faintly.

In order to fully awaken Tensa Zangetsu, Vena took advantage of the moment and took out a piece of Demon Blood Soul, using its unparalleled hardness to begin polishing Tensa Zangetsu.

The rich demonic essence contained within the Demon Blood Soul, catalyzed by the blood, permeated the sword, not only repairing the minor cracks on the sword but also nourishing the latent demonic consciousness within it.

As the sound of metal rubbing against metal gradually arose, the rust faded away, and the blade slowly revealed a brand new luster.

However, this piercing sound was undoubtedly a nightmare for the sleeping Sobalukay.

"Just say something if you're awake," Viner said casually, as if she were chatting.

"I am a demon, not your pet. How dare you wake someone up like that!"

An angry voice suddenly erupted from the sword, carrying a hint of embarrassment and rage.

Although he was able to awaken with the help of Vena, Sobalukhe still could not accept this humiliating treatment.

However, Wiener did not intend to heed its complaints.

"Felix, catch!"

After sensing the fluctuations emanating from the sword and confirming that the Sword Demon had fully awakened, he did not hesitate to throw Tensa Zangetsu at Felix.

"Are you awake?"

Felix caught the incoming Tensuo Zangetsu steadily, examined it carefully, and then smiled broadly.

However, Sobalukai, who had been furious just moments before, suddenly fell silent.

Although it had no memory of its slumber, it was aware that if it weren't for Felix's sake, Vener would never have given it a chance to awaken again.

Throughout his life, Sobaluk had never wronged anyone.

As a result, he incurred two fatal favors.

This complex emotion made it seem somewhat awkward.

Seeing that Sobalukai was clearly awake but ignoring him and not giving any feedback, Felix said, "Will there be no more Sword Demons in this world from now on?"

"!!!"

Sobalukai instantly bristled, as if a sore spot had been hit.

"No more Sword Demons?"

Felix repeated it deliberately, his tone slightly mocking.

"Demon?"

He added another sentence, seemingly on purpose to provoke the other party.

"You should stop now!"

Sobalukai finally lost his temper, his angry voice tinged with a hint of shame.

These words, though spoken by the animal itself, sound incredibly harsh to the ear now.

"What? I thought you could really keep playing dead." Felix laughed heartily.

Chapter 629 Magical Girl Listi

"Although the crisis at the main academy has come to an end, the seal that Risty set up was only temporary." Rhea instructed Hanneman, "Go down and have the teachers of the Demon Court prepare the materials needed to repair the seal. Five days later, go into the dungeon with the Holy Knights to reinforce the seal."

"As for supplies, the Valentin Chamber of Commerce will be responsible for providing them."

With the fall of the five demons Jun, Li, Feng, Jing, and Xian, coupled with the demons who had previously escaped, the city lost most of its demon blood soul's supply of demon essence at once, causing the concentration of demon essence in the dungeon to drop to an unprecedented low.

The amount of magic energy in the shallow layers of the dungeon was insufficient to sustain the demon army that had been driven back to the dungeon.

For every second they stay, their power is reduced by one point.

If you don't want to die from weakness, you can only retreat to the deeper parts of the dungeon where the magic concentration is higher.

Even so, it's nothing more than drinking poison to quench thirst.

Scattering means being picked off one by one, while not scattering leads to a slow death. For the surviving demons, this is an unsolvable dilemma.

In return, this town, which once continuously provided resources for St. Freya Academy and helped students grow, can no longer be restored to its former size.

However, given the current situation, with the reopening of the college seemingly far off, these losses are not entirely unbearable.

"Yes, Dean." Hannemann bowed slightly and respectfully accepted the task.

As he turned to leave, he saw a familiar figure at the doorway.

“Listy?” Hanneman was somewhat surprised.

After just one day apart, he felt that the other person had become someone he could no longer understand.

“Ms. Hanneman,” Lisette nodded politely.

"If you're looking for Lady Rhea, you can go in now."

Hannemann kindly offered the reminder, but didn't linger, as he was busy passing on the tasks assigned by the headmaster.

Lisette watched the other person leave completely before stepping into the tent.

Noticing someone enter, Rhea, who was working at her desk, looked up and smiled gently when she saw it was Listy: "Oh, it's Listy. Is there something you need?"

Lisette walked to the table and bowed solemnly. "I hope Lady Rhea can teach me the art of wishing."

These words made Leia's smile freeze.

Even within the ninth-circle spells, the Prayer spell is close to being a forbidden spell.

Not only does it require the caster to have extremely high talent to master, but each cast also requires the consumption of life force.

This cost often deters many potential spellcasters.

Lisette's ability to become an eighth-tier spellcaster in such a short time is undeniable, but her vitality is a limitation that no genius can avoid.

"If it's something that requires a wishing spell to do, I can cast it for you when it's convenient."

Although Leia's words were gentle, the implied refusal was all too clear.

However, Lisette did not back down.

She took out the phoenix feather that emitted a faint golden light from her bosom and looked at Leia with a firm gaze: "If Lady Leia is worried about my health, you can rest assured. The hidden dangers in my body have been resolved by Vena, and with this phoenix feather, it is more than enough to withstand the side effects of the wish spell."

From childhood to adulthood, she has always been seen as a genius. Although there are many who work hard, Lisette has never denied her own talent.

However, this pride was completely shattered after he joined the Silver Wolf House.

The growth rate of each of them—Vina, Felix, and even Anna who joined last—is astonishing.

Lisette wasn't jealous of Venus surpassing her; what truly frightened her was the possibility that she might never be able to keep up with him again.

That's why she turned her attention to the art of wishing.

Only by mastering this ultimate spell, unique to all spellcasters, can Lysette rediscover her place.

“If that’s the case, then I can’t teach you the Prayer Spell.” After listening to Listy’s frank explanation, Rhea smiled slightly, her tone carrying a hint of meaning. “Do you know why the Prayer Spell is a forbidden spell that is only unlocked when a demon god is revived, and is only for top spellcasters to study?”

Lisette thought for a moment and replied, "Because its casting cost is high and it is easily abused?"

“That’s only part of the reason.” Rhea nodded and continued, “The Prayer spell is a spell that eliminates possibilities, which goes against the original purpose for which humans created magic.”

Upon hearing this, Lisette was immediately stunned.

She had never considered the essence of prayer from this perspective.

"When faced with an insurmountable problem, the Prayer spell can indeed provide a shortcut. But precisely because of its power, it can gradually lead to dependence. So much so that every time you use it to solve a problem, it is a denial of your own potential."

"The more omnipotent one appears while casting a spell, the greater the disappointment will be after the spell ends. Over time, one will lose the belief in exploring the path of demons."

Rhea gazed at Lisette and slowly said, "You are one of the most talented magicians I have ever seen in my long life, and you should not stop here. I hope you can go back and think carefully about what is the most suitable path for you."

Lisette couldn't remember how she left the tent; her mind was filled with the headmaster's words.

Magic is never a skill that can be learned quickly; rather, it is a discipline that requires accumulation and creation.

The fact that Lisette could compete with other Emblem users who also possessed top-tier talent using magic is the best proof of her abilities.

However, the opponents she has encountered recently are either the oldest demons like the Demon of Time or the strongest mages in history like the Demon of Sages, all of whom are opponents with extremely poor compatibility with spellcasters.

Even so, Lisette managed to remain undefeated.

If it were a slightly weaker demon, there might still be a chance of victory.

Just as Lisette was lost in thought, a familiar voice suddenly interrupted her.

"Wow, it took me ages to find this place."

Lisette looked up and saw Venus standing not far away, with her signature smile on her face.

“Vina? What are you doing here?” Lisette asked, somewhat surprised.

Logically, Vena should be busy crafting equipment with the newly acquired Demon Blood Souls.

“Of course, I have something I want to give you right away!” Vena smiled and approached, conjuring a necklace with a star-shaped pendant in her hand. She then went behind Lisette and personally put it on her.

"This is the new staff I made for you."

"A staff?"

Although Lisette was somewhat used to such things, she still found it hard to associate the small, exquisite pendant around her neck with a traditional staff.