I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 185 Secret Training
"President, what is your relationship with that investigator from the Stardust Society?"

"So much so that you have to give him that kind of help."

Seeing the witch staring blankly into space, Heather seemed to remember something and suddenly asked a question.

"What's the relationship? Is he my inside man, or my lover? Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"A lover? So you haven't succeeded yet?"

The gray-eyed woman retorted coldly.

Upon hearing this, Elena became somewhat exasperated.

"Shut up. I'll seduce him into bed one day, and Olivia will be watching."

"Now, let's get down to business!"

Every family has its own troubles. Suppressing her subordinates' insolence for the time being, the witch looked at the girl with the burlap sack on her head with her watery, affectionate eyes.

"Don't worry, we won't put you in any danger. We just need to verify a few things."

"If I remember correctly, your name is Talia, right?"

Miss Talia nodded, surprisingly calm and composed.

"Hmph~ You're quite something. According to the Stardust Society's records, you were a student at the Enlightenment Academy, and later encountered something terrible?"

The girl with the burlap sack on her head nodded again.

“Very good, how long ago did that happen? I need the specific time.”

Elena's voice was soft, carrying the unique allure of a mature woman.

In that instant, Talia's breathing quickened slightly, her legs tightened slightly, and she stammered:
"June three years ago."

Three years ago, in June, which means the imposter who replaced you also enrolled at that time, the Enlightenment God gave no feedback whatsoever, and still rigidly bestowed power as before.
The former director of Qidi Institute should have secretly gone to sea during this period.
This was information the Stardust Society was unaware of; initially, the Dean of the Enlightenment Academy had not shown up for a long time.

The reason given by the academy was that they were in seclusion to study a research project, but as time went on, the fact that they had secretly gone to sea could no longer be concealed.

"Very good, you are an honest child. If possible, I would really like to have a heart-to-heart talk with you, but for now."

"Your sister wants to borrow your identity for a while. Don't worry, it's only temporary. I'll return it to you after I'm done."

Elena abruptly changed the subject, pulling a crown with a broken corner out of the frozen air.

The False King, a legacy of Stevie Wonderkin.

History can be rewritten, and reality can be altered!

The witch put the crown on her head, then took a quill from the mirror and wrote the word "Steviekin" on her alluring face.

To use a false monarch, one must be identified as Steviekin, and there are far too many cursed objects capable of doing so.

As for the second condition for use, one must be confident in oneself but not recognized by most people, a condition that the "Azure Witch," a wanted criminal, also meets.

At that moment, the black crown suddenly emitted a dark light, and Elena felt the crown on her head getting heavier and heavier, pressing down on her body so that she could not move an inch.

"God of ▇▇, all eyes are on ▇▇, ▇▇ awaken, history ▇▇ is altered, the high wall ▇▇ falls."

A sound as loud as a great bell suddenly exploded in my mind.

The voice was not in any known language; it was ethereal as if it came from an unverifiable past, clear as if it came from a real present, and illusory as if it came from the future flowing upstream.

Finally, the sound faded away, and Elena seemed to have received some kind of approval, regaining her ability to move.

Everything she could see was an illusion; every second, the world would transform into information and history.

Suddenly, Elena felt a twitch in her head, and warm blood trickled from the tip of her nose.

This state cannot last long, and if it weren't for my divine qualities leaning towards "time," I probably wouldn't have gained acceptance.
The witch understood immediately, and without dwelling on the previous roar, she looked up and gazed back.

Her pale hand clenched loosely, and in that instant, everything from the past seemed to revolve according to her will, transforming into information and history that abruptly changed reality. Talia and Elena's identities were switched; from birth to adulthood, everything was easily altered.

However, in the witch's perception, her role as the false king's master was merely a change in identity.
One's inherent strength, appearance, temperament, and memories can be changed at will, or one can choose not to change them.

In that instant, she suddenly had the illusion that she transcended time and that nothing could affect her.

"Heather, do as agreed."

Elena gave the order, and immediately saw the gray-eyed woman frown and scrutinize her from head to toe.

Without saying anything, he pulled out six flushed old men dressed in professorial robes from the woods, who were wriggling on the ground.

Heather Flores scoffed:
"Hmph, Vice Dean, if you agree to our conditions and hold a ceremony for this poor child before the God of Enlightenment, we will offer you the antidote for indestructible erections."

"Don't even think about it!!! You little brat from the Flores family, do you think we're like those virgins from the Vatican?"

Even if we have the medicine, we will never give in!

Wearing heavy glasses and sporting a gray beard, the vice-dean refused to comply, even at the cost of his life.

"Oh, if you don't accept my toast, I'll drink a forfeit."

The gray-eyed woman's gaze turned cold, and she immediately pulled a spiked mace from her pocket.

In that instant, the four old men who had been given the banned drug turned pale and looked at the leader of the group.

"High Priest, should we listen to them?"

"Yes, yes, it's just a ceremony to the gods, there's no need to insist on going this far."

“Yes, High Priest, that girl isn’t an outsider. It’s a good thing to have the God help her!”

Seeing the professors who had previously been so supportive of him turn against him, the white-bearded old man's temples bulged with veins, and he roared:
"Shut up! You don't know anything!"

As he spoke, he raised his buttocks, his face showing a mixture of fearlessness and anticipation, and said:

"Come at me alone if you dare!"

Upon seeing this, Heather's expression remained unchanged as she quickly put away the "spiked club".

Before the high priest could even rejoice, he saw the incredibly cold woman pull out a leather whip from her bosom.

"That is."

"That is!!"

“That’s it!!!”

"It's Pythagorean theorem 2.0!!! We're doomed!"

The knowledgeable and learned professors exclaimed in surprise, and even the old man known as the High Priest turned pale.

Those were torture instruments developed by the Stardust Society's logistics department, specifically designed to deal with cult members.

Thinking back to the two Stardust Society ministers who had visited during the day, the High Priest suddenly realized what was going on.

"You guys are in the same group!"

What a fine example of using diplomacy before resorting to force!

"Mr. Vice Dean, I'll count to three. If you don't agree, I'm going to take action."

"3, 2, 1."

Seeing Heather, with her deathly pale face, rushing forward to pull down the pants of the old men, the High Priest cried out with a tearful face:
"Wait, I agree, okay?!"

(End of this chapter)