I am the heroine's godfather!

Mastering this skill requires time to practice, but now there are hardly any opportunities for her to practice. In fact, she doesn't even have many chances to try and make mistakes.

If she can't double cast before her magic runs out, she'll be completely finished.

"Sigh, to think I mastered dual casting in such a short time... Is Lady Laura such a genius?"

Laura sighed helplessly, "Wouldn't Charlotte be better suited for this? No, no, no, if Charlotte were here, she wouldn't get trapped at all, would she?"

No, no, no, Laura, you can't keep thinking like this. If you keep going like this, you're completely finished.

Laura shook her head, forcing herself to focus.

Anyway, I should at least give it a try, right? What if I really am a genius?

Laura comforted herself with this thought.

"That guy Loran once said that magic is like flowing water."

She frowned, her fingertips gripping the staff tightly: "Casting a spell is like irrigating a field with magic, so double casting is like irrigating two fields at the same time..."

"So to achieve dual casting, you need to split the mana flow. Tsk, that's the most troublesome thing right now. How to reasonably divide the mana into two streams and then stably supply the mana to the two spells..."

Laura tried again, and unsurprisingly, failed once more. Laura predictably rolled away to dodge the attack, then raised a defensive spell.

Is this considered a kind of proficiency?

Laura sighed, feeling her own magic.

If this continues, I'm afraid we won't be able to hold on for much longer.

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After several more failures, the defensive magic that Laura had erected was much weaker than before. Several ice blades even pierced through the defensive magic and almost hit Laura.

But Laura seemed to have entered a mysterious state; she seemed to have sensed something.

As the shield teetered on the brink of collapse once more, Laura abruptly plunged her staff into the ice. The icy chill crept up her wrist, instantly invigorating her. Her previous drowsiness vanished, and she swiftly raised her shield, once again blocking the attack, and continued her attempts.

On the seventh attempt, the ice pick finally did not break.

Become!

Laura's consciousness seemed to be split in two—one half maintained the shield, while the other half controlled the ice spikes to slowly pierce the wall. Her clothes, soaked with cold sweat, were extremely uncomfortable, and her pupils began to dilate due to excessive exertion.

The ice spike, carrying Laura's hopes, hurtled forward, but the shield shattered once again the moment its tip touched the ice wall.

"It's still too slow."

As Laura rolled to dodge the ice blades, another cut appeared on her left shoulder.

The excruciating pain actually made her more alert.

Since the ice spikes aren't fast enough when the main magic power is used to maintain defensive magic, why can't the main magic power be used to power the ice spikes?

Laura had a dangerous thought. She knew that this attempt was like dancing on a knife's edge; if she failed, she would have no chance to try again.

but……

Laura felt her magic power dwindling and a resolute look appeared on her face.

Dragging it out will only lead to defeat, so why not take a gamble? Isn't it just dancing on the edge of a knife? Today, she's determined to be that dancer!

She withdrew all defensive spells.

The swarm of ice blades came whistling in, but just as they were about to pierce her, two blue lights simultaneously appeared at the tip of Laura's staff—one transformed into a basic circular shield to protect her vitals, and the other condensed into a spiral ice drill that pierced straight into the ice wall!

"Crack!"

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of the ice puck, and the ice blades aimed at her vitals cut her limbs and torso. Her cheeks were also slashed by the whistling ice blades, but Laura showed a triumphant smile.

"I won!"

The ice diamond spun wildly, cracks spreading rapidly. Little Kasna's voice rang out, tinged with surprise; she had been watching intently: "That's not an elegant way at all… Big sister, you look like a barbaric warrior now."

"Can something involving magicians be called barbaric?!"

Laura screamed as she poured her last bit of magic into the ice diamond. The shield had already shattered, and three ice blades pierced her abdomen, but the sound of the ice wall cracking masked all the pain.

The light from the outside world pierced the darkness like a sharp sword, and the shattered ice crystals refracted a rainbow of light in the air.

Covered in blood, Laura knelt amidst the ruins of the ice hockey puck, her staff still pressed firmly against the remaining ice shards on the ground.

"Crack, snap, snap."

Applause erupted, and little Kasna clapped along, a smile on her face: "You're amazing, big sister!"

"Ha ha……"

Laura collapsed to the ground, panting heavily: "So, I guess I won!"

"Well, actually, in theory, the moment I used the forbidden technique, you should have won, big sister."

小卡丝奈有些不好意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】地说道：“毕竟正常切磋的话，怎么也不可能用出这种法术的。”

Laura froze, and after a long while, she finally had some motivation.

She endured the stinging pain all over her body, raised her left hand high, and then raised her middle finger.

"Hehe, because I also want to see just how far you can go, big sister."

Little Kasna smiled sheepishly, saying, "After all, Kasna is a Saint, and the inheritance of a Saint isn't something just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can obtain."

Laura was powerless to refute anything; only her raised middle finger showed her stubbornness.

The mirror space began to crack, and little Kasna's voice rang out: "Hmm, it looks like it's time... Big sister, you're going to receive the inheritance."

Laura felt herself slowly rising, a gentle magic flowing through her body.

A familiar, off-key voice rang out: "I didn't expect this little guy to be so capable."

Chapter 252 It's unethical to exploit a dying person, so why not just heal them?

Laura opened her eyes, and before her lay a magnificent dome. The sound of conversation reached her ears.

"I never expected that this guy would be the only one to clear the game."

An offbeat male voice rang out, tinged with surprise: "Weren't the other contestants all said to be geniuses? There were even several fifth and sixth-tier contestants, how come she was the only one who cleared the level?"

A melodious female voice rang out: "They are indeed very powerful, but Grandma is not bad either! Those fifth and sixth-tier opponents are facing Grandma, who is practically invincible among those of the same tier!"

The voice sounded quite smug: "In fact, this little guy won because I was too willful at nine years old and used that magic so casually."

"Ah, you mean the spirit of all things, ice."

The male voice suddenly realized: "That magic was no longer passed down because its effects did not match its cost; it can only be found in ancient texts."

"Sigh, I also thought back then that this magic would be phased out sooner or later."

The female voice sighed: "However, this magic also has its advantages, giving people the possibility of fighting to the death."

"That's quite true."

The male voice agreed, then continued, "So you really intend to make her your heir?"

"Sigh, there's nothing we can do. Although this little guy doesn't seem to have much talent, he's the only one we can choose."

"Oh, you're so pitiful."

"There's nothing we can do, fate is just unpredictable."

"Hey!"

Laura couldn't keep up the act any longer. She sprang to her feet and pointed at Loran, saying, "What are you saying! Why do you make it sound like giving me the inheritance is something unacceptable?!"

"Don't pretend?"

Loran and another blue-haired woman looked at her with smiles.

"Gu..."

Laura realized that the two of them were just teasing her.

"Alright, congratulations, you've successfully walked up to me."

The blue-haired woman smiled and said, "I am the Saint of Extreme Cold, Kasna Carter."

Are you still alive?

Laura asked with some confusion, "Wasn't the Saint of Extreme Cold supposed to be dead? Then who is this person in front of me?"

"Well, how should I put it? Not yet, but it will be soon."

Kasna pointed to her chin—Loran had helped her nurture her soul during this time, and now her soul was much more solidified, at least she wouldn't be completely clueless when scratching her head.

"As you can see, someone is about to die because she offended an evil god, so she asked me to leave her legacy."

Loran took a sip of his black tea and continued, "The guy you see now is just a soul."

Laura then noticed that the sunlight streaming down from the spire passed through Kasna's body and fell onto the floor.

"Hmm... So, little guy, are you interested in inheriting my legacy?"

Kasna smiled and said, "Although I'm not as good as this guy, I'm still a Saint, you know."

Not as good as this guy?

Laura looked at Loran. Although she knew Loran was strong, possibly a seventh-tier Saint, she wondered if he was really that strong? Even the Extreme Cold Saint was not as strong as him?

"Well, my legacy isn't really suitable for you."

Loran waved his hand: "Rather than that, neither you nor Charlotte are really suited to my magical inheritance. I'm a rather special case. But in terms of martial arts, I'm not so special; you can both inherit from me. So if you're not satisfied with this old woman's inheritance, you can consider changing your profession to a martial artist, okay? That way, you can also obtain my inheritance."

"What are you saying? Grandma is really getting angry!"

Kasna was very unhappy with Loran's slander: "Grandma is about to die. If you take away the successor I finally found, Grandma will definitely haunt you as a ghost! I definitely will!"

Laura looked at Kasne's soul and then thought back to the nine-year-old Kasne she had met before.

how to say……

This personality is exactly what nine-year-old Kasna would look like when she grew up.

So, what do you say?

Loran looked at Laura: "Personally, I would recommend that you inherit this guy's legacy—his mastery of ice magic has been unmatched for over three hundred years."

That's true. The Extreme Cold Saint's talent is quite high, even surpassing Loran's—after all, Loran didn't study ice elements much.

"Of course it will be inherited."

Laura sighed as well: "Otherwise, why would I have gone through all this trouble to get here?"

"Well, that's right."

Loran shook his head and looked at Kasna. Kasna clapped her hands, and a magic circle rose from beneath Laura's feet.

Laura felt a strange magic flowing through her internal organs, and it seemed as if she was gaining a lot of knowledge in her mind.

"The passing down of knowledge will last for a week."

Kasna stretched and said, "After the inheritance ends, this little guy will be able to break through to the second tier naturally."

"That's about right. She'll be a second-year student at St. Casta after the start of the school year."

"Saint Casta?"

Kasna asked curiously, "Who is the current headmaster of St. Casta? Is it still Lundilan?"

"You know him?"

Loran was a little curious, and Kasna nodded: "That guy Lundilan is about my age. I've fought with him a few times before, but he's too weak and has never beaten me... Three hundred years ago, before I was cursed, Lundilan was already the principal of Saint Casta. Is he still now?"

"Well, after all, that guy Lundilan is now at the eighth rank."

"He's already at the eighth level? Well, that makes sense, considering it's been three hundred years."

Kasna couldn't help but sigh at how things had changed. If she hadn't been cursed, she might have been an eighth-tier player herself.

"But there's no use in fantasizing about these things now. After leaving behind the legacy, I should probably die soon."

卡丝奈伸了个懒腰：“虽然还能活两年，但是就这么活着也太没意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】了，还不如早点死了算了。”

"This is not okay."

Loran smiled and said, "After Laura receives the inheritance, she will need you to teach her for a while longer."

"Hey, didn't I already tell you? I'm about to die, and you're even trying to exploit a dying man? You really are something else!"

“Three hundred years ago, your condition would indeed have been incurable, but three hundred years have passed, and the magic world has undergone many changes. Just because something couldn’t be solved three hundred years ago doesn’t mean it can’t be solved now.”