Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

Although her marksmanship was only 30% of the standard, it was enough to completely change Belle's habits.

"Good heavens!" Chardo's pupils widened, his fighting spirit gradually rising: "Then I won't hold back."

Belle gradually felt her body getting used to a certain frequency of exertion techniques. Techniques that were originally difficult to grasp became familiar after someone demonstrated them to her.

"come!"

The fierce battle resumed, and Chardo's 'club' was gradually honed into a giant blade. His offensive escalated once again. This uncle, who had no martial ethics, abandoned his skills and directly unleashed his killing techniques honed in blood and fire.

Charles was initially outmatched, being knocked down time and time again, only to rise again and again.

Alfia was watching...

My heart is burning with anticipation!

"Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

"I'm tired, I want to sleep."

"Sleeping with your mom is way more fun than this!"

Chardo, coughing up blood, collapsed on the ground: "I'm too old, I can't keep going like this anymore!"

"If you're a man, don't yell 'I can't!'" Charles pulled out an orange and stuffed it into Chardo's mouth: "Quick, let's have another five hundred rounds!"

Chapter 101 The Witch's Choice

The moon gradually set in the west. The city walls were also shrouded in endless night.

Ciel, leaning on the stone blade and drinking the stamina potion Lily had brought him, weakly called out:

"Hey, sir, are you still holding on?"

Chardo leaned against the city wall, trying to calm his agitated blood. Although it wasn't a full-on fight, he controlled the force of each strike, ensuring speed and accuracy while conserving his power. Doing so was more exhausting than swinging with all his might.

"Thanks to your oranges, otherwise I wouldn't have lasted this long."

The four-hour battle had activated the poison in his blood; if it continued, it would shorten his lifespan.

“Let me take your turn,” Alfia stepped forward, holding a spear in her hand.

Charles was slightly taken aback: "But Belle isn't..."

"It's not about teaching Belle, it's about you." Alfia's expression was serious as she pointed her gun at Charles: "Remember this with your life!"

"Huh? Why?" Charles was very surprised, but also overjoyed.

After a brief instruction in martial arts, Alfia turned her attention to teaching magic.

Parallel chanting, high-speed casting, simplified chanting, etc...

"To quickly unleash magic, one must first understand the fields of magic, rationally break down the incantation fields, and thoroughly understand the mental energy required to weave the incantation field in order to speed up the incantation."

“...Yes!” Charles narrowly dodged the spear light that slid past his side.

"Don't stand there! Pay attention and memorize this! If you let this precious face get scratched, I'll kill you!"

"it is good!"

"Keep going! In real close combat, spells that require more than two minutes to cast can't be considered killer moves! Compress it to 30 seconds!"

"Flame Volt!"

"Idiot! Don't shout out your quick-attack spell! Since there's no incantation, just pull the trigger the instant you're done!"

"Yes! Flame Volt X100!"

Under Alfia's stern guidance, Charles learned and mastered these skills while fighting alongside her.

As dawn broke, Ciel collapsed to the ground, exhausted, and pretended to be dead.

Alfia, too, gazed at the dawn in a daze.

"Can I call you teacher?" Charles stared blankly at the sky.

"No." Alfia refused without hesitation.

"Then why did you teach me all this? It shouldn't be of any benefit to Belle. Including the theories related to magic." Charles held his head in his hands, looking completely puzzled.

“Just because Belle doesn’t need it doesn’t mean Belle doesn’t need it.” Alfia paused for a moment, then murmured, “Is she asleep?”

"Yes." Charles nodded.

Alfia looked into the distance again: "I can't teach Bell, so someone needs to do it for me."

Charles sat up abruptly: "What do you mean?"

“I won’t live long…” Alfia turned her head, a rare sight, with an unusual look of longing on her face: “Knowing that the child will bear such pressure in the future, I can’t possibly have the nerve to see him again.”

Belle's appearance will not change Alfia's resolve. On the contrary, after learning about Orario, Belle will have to face despair alone, which makes her feel that she has a duty to sacrifice herself.

Even if we cannot nurture a hero capable of slaying the Black Dragon, we must cultivate someone capable of carrying the burden for Bell.

Even if things go wrong, we can't let Belle lose to Belle...

"Therefore, you, who can perfectly replicate my talent, are the most suitable person to teach him."

Charles frowned: "You still want to participate in the Dark Faction's plan?"

Alfia was taken aback: "Chardo told you?"

“No.” Chardo scratched his head and sat up cross-legged. “I won’t tell this brat about this. He’s very strange, like a witch’s box, you never know how much he’s hiding.”

Alfia remained silent.

He finally sighed and said, "Since you know, you should understand what I want to do, right?"

Charles's expression was solemn: "Let our few remaining lives become the stepping stones to a new era. Just like the heroes and the Empress of yesteryear!"

“So you knew all along!” Chardo smiled helplessly. “Even the Dark Faction didn’t know about this plan. Besides us, the only person who knew about it was Erebus.”

Alfia stroked her chin and murmured, "I suspect... you also came from the future. Could you really be my child?"

Charles was startled and glanced at Chardo.

Chardo felt a chill run down his spine: "Hey, that's impossible! We're twice the age difference! I'm old enough to be your father!"

"And besides, don't you know your own background?! Why are you looking at me like that!"

Although they said that, both of them felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to Ciel, as if they were looking at their own blood relatives.

They didn't know that feeling was called "the back of a father," that feeling of family. Instead, because of Charles's age, they misunderstood it.

"Think what you want..."

Charles stretched out his legs and said nonchalantly, "Speaking of which, Alfia, how can you be so sure I'll agree to your request?"

"I can just learn it and not teach it, lol. You're a dead man, what can you do to me?"

Alfia calmly said, "Someone in this world has to face the 'end.' Having an extra helper is always better than going it alone."

Alfia's meaning was clear: everyone is equal before the Black Dragon; if you don't teach him, you can expect to fight the Black Dragon to the death.

"Tch. I don't want to be a nanny." Charles shrugged. "Unless you become my nannies right now!"

Chardo was taken aback: "What do you want?"

Charles smiled slyly: "That plan, include me!"

"No!" Alfia refused. "You can't die there!"

Chardo covered his face: "Hey, you're the future I've been eyeing. If you're buried with us, what's the point of all this? Relying on 'Wild Boar' and 'Hero' brat?"

Charles's expression was resolute: "I don't care if you become stepping stones, but I also need stepping stones to grow! Those fools from the dark factions are too weak; after this, they'll probably never rise again. Then this 'arena' set up by the gods will lose its meaning."

"And there's the matter of the fallen fairy spirits."

"For the Black Dragon War, we need sufficient fighting power!" Charles's eyes were deep, as if he could see the future: "I must ensure that the Fairy clones are strong enough to threaten Orario, and use their flesh and blood to pave the way for Orario's Hero Seed once again."

"Therefore, I'm going to get involved in the title of 'Absolute Evil'."

Charles stretched out his hand and gripped the rising sun tightly: "In the end, I will stand on the throne of heaven, stepping over these heroes fed on evil."

He turned around, arms outstretched, his back to the rising sun, and roared at the two overlords: "Hey, you don't want that kid to face the 'End,' do you?! Get on my ship, and watch me turn this world upside down, hahahahaha!"

Alfia and Chardo looked at each other.

"Hey, you've got quite an appetite!"

"Don't use that child's face to spout such nonsense!"

The corners of their mouths turned up slightly...

follow closely……

【Gospel!】

"Aww!"

Chapter 102 Belle's New Magic

At dawn, as the sunlight bathed Orario, Belle regained consciousness. The familiar Orario landscape before her confirmed that she had not yet woken up.

"Oh, she's awake."

Charles returned to Alfia's head and yawned loudly: "Now it's my turn to rest."

"Yes," Belle said gratefully. "Thank you."

"Do you have any plans for today?" Alfia asked softly.

Belle was short on time, and Alfia wanted to help her as much as possible.

"Do you need me to take you to the dungeon? With Chardo and me here, we can wipe out even the so-called fallen immortals in the deepest levels for you."

Belle was indeed tempted for a moment, but quickly shook her head: "The expedition wasted too much time. I won't last until I see the fairy."

She preferred the previously drafted plan: "Wait for Felsang's 'key' to infiltrate the Dark Faction's stronghold and capture the instigator who could lead to the deaths of countless adventurers in the future... and the grimoire."

Belle was initially unenthusiastic, believing that using magic books required dreaming. However, Ciel's demonstration that one could continue to function even while asleep sparked Belle's desire to acquire new magic.