Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Grandfather is transferring the Aozaki family's magic seal to Aozaki Aoko.

A magic crest is a mysterious mark that a magician spends a lifetime honing and solidifying. It can also be seen as a magical legacy that makes a magician's family lineage a magician's family line.

A magic crest, in essence, is an auxiliary engine separate from the magician's own circuitry. The magic inscribed within it activates simply by the flow of magical energy, without the need for complex incantations. Once operational, it powers the magic vehicle, acting as the ultimate acceleration device. For this reason, a magic crest only manifests when used. A magic crest is essentially another magical circuit formed by the influx of the user's magical energy.

A magic crest is an "inheritable legacy" inscribed with all the research findings from the progenitor of a magician's family to the present day. It also contains the regret of successive masters who "failed to reach the pinnacle of magic." With its ancient and long history, a magic crest is not only extremely valuable, but can also be seen as the crystallization of countless curses and longings of generations of magicians.

A magician who inherits a magic crest must bear the legacy of their clan and pass the crest on to their successor. This can be understood as a magician using the crest to pass on their research findings to their descendants. These descendants can then activate the crest to directly achieve the effects of a specific magic recorded within it; alternatively, they can expand upon the magic crest's legacy through their own research.

Therefore, this is proof of the lineage of magicians. She has lived in the deep mountains for more than ten years, working tirelessly to inherit this special honor.

However, what she had been longing for but could not obtain was suddenly packed up and given to Aozaki Aoko by the old man in the yard, who had only been learning magic for a few days.

The stark contrast in treatment left the young girl feeling emotionally turbulent, a surge of resentment filling her chest, and her gaze becoming increasingly cold and bitter.

The fifth law, she can disregard.

But how can I make up for the more than ten years I've spent?

Finally, Aozaki Touko took a deep breath, composed herself, and calmed her gaze.

Several hours later, the three of them came out of the inner room. Aozaki Aoko, who had just received the magic crest transplant, looked a little pale and couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

"Grandpa, I feel a little dizzy, and my arm is swollen and uncomfortable..."

A magical crest is something like an "organ." With very few exceptions, it can only be matched with someone of blood relation. Even so, a certain degree of rejection usually occurs.

Therefore, there is often a period of discomfort after transplantation.

"Alright, Qingzi, you go back and get some sleep."

It seems that because he found a more ideal successor, the old man's rigid and stern nature has become kind and approachable.

The old man even took the initiative to help his granddaughter, as if protecting a delicate and fragile piece of porcelain, escorting her to the door.

Aozaki Touko gazed at the two figures leaning on each other, her cherry lips slightly pursed, her gaze complex.

They are more like a grandfather and grandson.

After seeing Aoko off, the old man turned to look at Aozaki Touko in the tea room, his brows furrowing slightly in displeasure.

"Orange, what are you still doing here?"

"I will not compete with Aoko for the Fifth Law..."

Aozaki Touko put down her slightly cracked teacup. As she pondered, it was as if she had let go of a certain obsession in her heart, and that feeling of depression suddenly eased a lot.

However, the old man neither agreed nor disagreed with this statement, but his expression grew increasingly impatient.

Aozaki Touko took a deep breath, her clear eyes looking quietly at her grandfather, the awe she once held gone, and then she began to state her conditions.

"However, in exchange, you need to answer one question for me."

"We can discuss any problems tomorrow! Get out!"

The old man waved his hand impatiently, his face unfriendly, as domineering and forceful as ever.

Aozaki Touko's expression grew cold as she rose from her seat to confront the thunderclouds that shrouded her home.

"Grandfather, you have wasted more than a decade of my life. Don't I even have the right to ask for an answer?"

"Are you questioning me? Get out!"

Upon hearing this, the old man flew into a rage, like an aging lion on the savanna whose authority had been challenged by a wolf cub.

However, due to the loud noise, the old body swayed and his steps became somewhat unsteady.

The transplantation of a magic mark is a burden not only for the recipient but also for the practitioner.

Even more serious.

Even a powerful mage like him was finding it difficult to cope.

Realizing he had shown signs of fatigue in front of his younger generation, the old man's dislike for his eldest granddaughter intensified rapidly, and he immediately unleashed a cold and resentful snort.

"Yongli, what are you waiting for? Throw her out! Tell her to go back to her room and reflect on her actions!"

"Yes, teacher..."

The priest in black behind him smiled and nodded humbly, then stepped forward with his right arm outstretched.

laugh!

In the instant the old man and the young man's figures intersected, a chilling glint of light flashed across the sky.

"puff!"

With a dull thud of a blade piercing flesh, the aged figure in front of the door was neatly severed amidst splattering blood.

A look of astonishment mixed with confusion froze on that face that was gradually losing its vitality.

"They actually did it."

Wen Bingyongli smiled as she looked at the body broken in two on the floor, and wiped the short knife hidden in her sleeve with satisfaction.

"You killed my grandfather!"

Faced with this sudden turn of events, even the composed and precocious Aozaki Touko was stunned and stood there dumbfounded, muttering to herself in a daze.

"why?"

"Seeing how weak the teacher looked, I felt I could have succeeded just now, so I tried to cut him down."

Wen Bingyongli smiled brightly and spoke sincerely.

Upon hearing this, Aozaki Touko felt her heart clench, a chill run through her body, and her form stiffen.

Only now does she realize that beneath this senior brother's smiling, gentlemanly exterior lies a pervert who needs no reason, no opponent, and not even fate or hatred to kill.

To kill one's mentor and elders for such absurd reasons.

What's even more terrifying is that he possesses superb swordsmanship.

The current distance is quite unfriendly to the magician.

"don’t worry……"

Wen Bingyongli spoke with a smile, her tone full of meaning.

"I just did what you wanted to do, but didn't dare to do..."

As the two figures passed each other, by the time the girl came to her senses, the blood-stained dagger between Ayaka Eiri's fingers had already been handed to Aozaki Touko.

At the same time, the "kind" reminder also came from the figure walking towards the door.

"Teacher, you have only lost your body, not your soul. Your consciousness will soon be restored. If you have any questions, please ask as soon as possible."

Aozaki Touko stood there, her expression shifting, but she didn't move. After a moment of contemplation, she bent down and squatted down.

Several dozen breaths later, a faint, smoky shadow rose from the lifeless corpse on the ground and coalesced into a blurry human shape.

In the instant consciousness returned, angry curses erupted from the ghost's mouth, shaking the roof beams and causing dust to fall.

"That beast Wen Bingyongli! How dare he lay a hand on me! I am his elder! His teacher!"

"For a magician, everything can be betrayed and everything can be abandoned, except for seeking the truth and pursuing the origin. Isn't that what you taught us, Grandfather..."

The response was cold and indifferent, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, yet it was exceptionally jarring.

"You actually defended that beast, Wen Bingyongli?!"

The old man was furious, his violent will stirring up a raging storm of anger, attempting to use it to suppress his granddaughter who had challenged his authority several times.

"Buzz!"

However, the moment the old man's soul power erupted, the surrounding air hummed and trembled, and streaks of light rose up, intertwining to form a cage that seemed to seal off the soul. The restless consciousness felt as if it had been struck by lightning and roasted by fire, producing a piercing pain that went straight to the soul.

At this moment, the old man, who had suffered greatly, suddenly noticed that around his corpse, there were actually orderly arranged runes.

"Don't waste your energy. This is a Norse magic spell specifically used to imprison souls; you can't break free..."

After finishing the last stroke, Aozaki Touko put down the chalk and calmly looked up to give a brief explanation.

The old man could hardly believe that his once composed and reserved granddaughter would do something so outrageous.

"Orange, are you crazy!"

"Didn't you say my research is worthless to your Fifth Law? I want to give it a try..."

Aozaki Touko answered quietly, her gaze clear, devoid of sorrow or joy.

"It seems I've won."

Then, the girl pulled over a chair, sat down in front of the ghost, and looked at the furious phantom trapped in the magic circle, speaking indifferently.

"Now, I'll ask, and you'll answer."

Chapter 100 Best Sisters, One Quilt (4.2k)

The backyard of the Aozaki residence.

Sitting in the chair, Aozaki Touko looked at the ghost called "Grandfather" in front of her and asked indifferently.

Have you ever collected any human limbs scattered throughout Misaki City?

"Human limbs?"

The old man looked bewildered, not understanding what he meant.

"That means there isn't any left."

Seeing her grandfather's reaction, Aozaki Touko felt somewhat disheartened.

However, it makes sense. As a mage who has mastered the fifth magic, there are very few external things that can attract his grandfather's attention.

In recent years, in particular, he has devoted himself to cultivating the successor of the Aozaki family, and usually lives a secluded life, and basically no longer cares about the worldly affairs of Misaki City.

Therefore, it is highly unlikely that he would personally go out to retrieve the body.

"It seems we don't need to continue this discussion."

Aozaki Touko drew a conclusion, clapped her hands, and stood up from her chair.

"Are you satisfied now? Hurry up and undo this spell!"

Circumstances dictate that even a stubborn and proud mage like this had to lower his head before his usually domineering granddaughter, suppressing his anger and letting out a muffled snort.

After numerous attempts to break the seal, both overt and covert, the old man experienced unprecedented failures. Although he outwardly remained indifferent, he had to acknowledge a fact in his heart.

In the realm of disrupting magic, Orange's talent is indeed inferior to Aoko's.

However, Orange possesses astonishing talent in the realm of repair and creation magic.

Perhaps I should change my perspective on oranges.

maybe……

But an old man who has been stubborn his whole life, even if he wavers slightly in his heart, still finds it difficult to change his domineering and stubborn nature, and he will never admit his mistakes and failures.

Therefore, only a slight ripple stirred in my heart.

"Untie?"

Aozaki Touko raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery in her eyes.

"When did I say I would release you after questioning you?"

The old man's face darkened upon hearing this. His ghostly form flickered with unpredictable light, his gaze revealing a hint of coldness, mirroring the ebb and flow of his emotions.

"You want to kill me?"

“Kill you? How could I? You provided me with food and clothing, and taught me skills. Whether in the past or now, you have always been my grandfather. How could I possibly kill you?”

Aozaki Touko stood up and quietly looked at the ghost, as if it were the same as always, but her clear eyes no longer held any awe or intimacy.

"Orange, what exactly do you want to do!"

The humiliation of becoming a prisoner and the uncontrollable certainty filled the powerful old man with resentment.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask you, Grandfather, to stay in the magic circle for ten years. That would be an explanation for the more than ten years of time I've wasted."

Aozaki Touko smiled slightly, parted her lips, and stretched her right hand, which was holding the chalk, forward. Her wrist trembled rapidly, and runes took shape, flickering and resonating with each other. The intertwined light patterns gradually contracted towards the center, preparing to completely close the door of the light-shaped cage on the ground.

The old man mustered his last remaining mental energy, struggled fiercely, and roared and rebuked.

"Are you insane! The transplantation of the Magic Crest is not yet complete, and Aoko has not yet mastered the Fifth Magic! You are going to sever the Aozaki family's legacy!"