NOVPUBBut the state of the Undead was quite special; one couldn’t feel any hint of breath or Magic Power from him.
He even looked like he had been in the Principal’s Office for a long time, not perturbed by their arrival, just like a withered old tree, and it was unclear what he was waiting for.
Then there was only one answer left. This Undead was peculiar, and even the other members of the Demon Race in the school might not be able to see him.
Often, only souls that were extremely powerful in life or creatures that had undergone aberrations, harboring too intense obsessions, would turn into Undead.
The Principal’s Office shouldn’t naturally have Undead sneaking in unless the school’s Barrier did not repel him. Could it be that he was actually a formidable member of the Demon Race in life?
While she was thinking,
[Did you see me, little cat who sneaked in?]
A strange and ancient voice wafted to her ears.
She was slightly surprised.
Indeed, this Undead had gone unnoticed by the Demon Race for a long time.
The specter enveloped in black mist, his face and expression invisible, only his deep green pupils clearly visible.
"..."
The gray-haired Demonic Girl ignored him, pretending neither to see nor hear him speak.
This soul was weak. The broken remnants of him had endured a long time, almost dissipating, making it not difficult to subdue him into a Servitor.
Correspondingly, he could only become a Low-order Servitor and might even come with negative effects.
Anyway, she absolutely did not want to get involved with such an unclear origin; it would be best not to provoke it.
[How is the Blood Clan doing nowadays?]
The dark Undead still seemed to think the little Demon girl could see him and struck up a conversation with her.
"..."
Absurd.
She thought.
The Blood Clan was history a hundred years ago; how could there still be demons concerned about the Blood Clan in this peaceful era? It seemed he was just an old relic frightened by the Blood Clan in his past life.
Soon, she transformed back into a little gray cat and left the Principal’s Office indifferently.
[...]
The dark spirit did not cling to her but simply watched her leave with a smile, continuing to stay in the Principal’s Office, waiting for the next destined Demon to appear.
[Here, this is where everything started.]
[My meeting with her, deprived of memories and young, a fateful connection, shared an unforgettable journey including gains and losses, until—]
[At the journey’s end, I personally killed her.]
[...]
...
Floral City Pariel, outside the window, it was still dim.
It had passed a long night.
It seemed that light rain had begun again, making it a deep gray shade even close to dawn.
Cat Boss poked its head out from its curled-up state, relieved to see the workshop had not exploded.
However, the last burst of energy had affected them, influenced by Calila’s Magic Power.
"Meow meow, you guys!"
It was somewhat worried about Lanci and Tata’s condition; they lay on the table, appearing to be more deeply asleep than it.
However, both started showing signs of reviving, with their fingertips trembling, slowly pushing themselves up from the worktable, struggling to shake their groggy heads.
It seemed Calila’s Magic Power interference had already dissipated.
"Tata... I think I dreamt about you..."
Lanci held his head, feeling as if he had seen a younger version of Talia.
"I also think..."
Talia couldn’t remember clearly, but she felt as if she had seen a pitch-black specter, its green eyes reminiscent of Lanci.
They both realized something had gone wrong when they awoke.
Without more talk, they searched the table.
If they failed in the final step, the card would certainly have disappeared.
"Sorry, Lanci, I couldn’t resist the Magic Power of Calila..."
"It’s not your fault; I made all the decisions, if there was any mistake, it’s entirely on me."
"Uh..."
As both of their hearts raced,
They found under the pages on the desk, a nearly invisible Magic Card gleaming with a feeble orange-red radiance.
Both shared a surprised look.
"Tata, did it work?"
"It seems so!"
Talia felt relieved.
Nevertheless, Lanci’s attitude also convinced her that collaborating with him was the right choice.
"Shall we identify it?"
Lanci asked.
Talia nervously nodded. She reached out, easily pinching the card that, to Cat Boss, seemed to emanate terrifying Magic Power.
The card danced in front of them, emitting a dazzling array of colors as if it carried the supreme glory of ancient deities.
[Surging Gentle Homeland]
[Category: Spell Card]
[Grade: Orange Epic]
[Class: 8]
[Effect: Forces all targets within range, except for the caster, into a sleep state, trapping them in a dream of unattainable beauty or their most cherished past memories; the caster can intervene in the dream, cooldown time 120 seconds.]
[Note: Love is such a magical thing; the more you try to grasp it, the more it makes you fall, and the more you let it go, the more it will gradually overflow.]
"Hiss—"
Talia hadn’t expected to partially restore the Innate Magic of the Great Demon Calila,
"Lanci, maybe wait until you’re Eighth-order to use this card? This Magic fits better with you."
She handed the card to Lanci.
It was said Lanci was even more proficient with Fallen Wonderland than Calila.
Although this [Surging Gentle Homeland] was slightly different from [Fallen Wonderland], Lanci would surely know how to use it.
"By the time I reach Eighth-order, the Cerryti Empire will probably have conquered the South Continent. If you bind it the same as I do, I would rather have my slots occupied too much by Epics, later on, it might not be suitable to bind more Epics."
