You sneaked into my simulation world and started spamming the panel?

A ball of clean light reflected in Chloris's amber eyes as she stared at Lotte curiously. "You've already learned the art of cleaning?"

"It still took me a whole day."

"That's amazing, how did you do that?"

“Every time the other person casts a spell, there’s a magic circle, right? I just happen to have a good memory, so I memorized the magic circle. Then I can just copy it and use it.”

"Really? You have such a good memory?"

Chloris found it hard to believe that a magic circle could have tens of millions of nodes, let alone a second or even third-ring magic circle, where the number of magic nodes would be unimaginable.

Can Lotte memorize it all?

Lott waved his hand. "I'm not a genius, I just have a photographic memory for magic circles. Would you like to help me clean up?"

"Is it okay?" Chloris looked down at the bloodstains on her leather armor. "Then you can wash them off for me."

Lotte reached out and gently touched it, and the stain quickly disappeared.

Chloris exclaimed, "Amazing! It's so clean. Why didn't a mage come to clean all this stuff?"

"Are you saying a sorcerer surrounded by gold washes clothes with his magic every day to earn cleaning fees?"

"Magic is so convenient, it should be used by everyone."

“Good idea. Chloris, why don’t you run for king? I can vote for you.”

At this moment, Mia, who was in his arms, suddenly began to struggle and gave a warning to Lott.

A gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, blew against their backs, almost knocking them down beside the mound of earth.

The surrounding grass gradually brightened, displaying a vibrant green that nature could never achieve.

The previously silent and withered flowers all bloomed in profusion with this breeze.

"Cloris Reinhardt".

A female voice came from behind, accurately calling out Chloris's name.

Chloris's shoulders twitched. Without turning her head, she grabbed Lott's arm first. "Lott, it's broken."

“I know we’ve messed up, they’ve gotten behind us.”

"No, it's not my friend, it's my sister."

"Your sister? One of the 23 children?"

"There are 14! And yet we've been chatting."

Chloris felt that she had been influenced by Lotte. She dusted off her clothes, stood up, and looked back at the newcomer.

The four people opposite were all wearing long silver-gray cloaks that covered everything, even their faces.

The tall woman in the lead, wearing boots, took off her hood, letting her short blonde hair shine out like sunlight.

She has the same amber eyes as Chloris and an elegant face, but she has a more mature charm than Chloris.

However, Lott felt that she was similar to Isolde, both of them having a cold and aloof demeanor.

The extremely thin staff in her hand was clearly very valuable, and the huge, dark green crystal core on it was exquisitely crafted.

Lotte glanced at Sophie's wooden staff in his hand, then at the other's artwork, and sighed at the diversity of the world.

Chloris bowed to her, "Good afternoon, Sister Zefina."

"Good afternoon." Zefina glanced at Chloris. "Father sent me to check on you. Why haven't you changed jobs yet?"

"Because..."

"You've been in Maple Town for three years, and nothing has changed. Do you spend all your time washing dishes for Uncle Bald?"

Upon hearing this, Lott sensed that the two sisters did not seem to have a friendly relationship.

He didn't want to get involved in family matters, but he had a good relationship with Baldr.

“Chloris,” Lott interrupted, “who is this?”

“My sister Zephyr,” Chloris whispered in Lot’s ear, “she is the youngest calamity in Thranduil. You don’t need to worry about her, I’ll tell you.”

Chloris looked up at Zefina and asked, "How did you get here?"

Zefina saw the intimate gesture between Chloris and Lott and said, "Of course I came to see if my dear sister has been bullied. But you should be very happy now. In three to five years, you will be washing diapers while holding a baby."

"Sister, if you just came here to laugh at me, you can go back now..."

Zefina interrupted Chloris, "Believe me, I didn't want to come. I'm very busy. It's just that my father insisted that I come to see you. You delayed our trip, you know that, Lady Chloris? If you hadn't sent that damned letter, we would have already arrived in the capital."

“I didn’t know I would let you come, and I didn’t want you to come.”

“We’re on the same page on that.” Zefina snapped her fingers. “What did you write to your father that made him so happy? I bet you wrote that you think you’re a genius, that you became a high-ranking warrior in just three years in the countryside, right?”

Zefina walked up to Chloris, staring at her face. "I don't think there's anything to be proud of about spending three years becoming a high-level warrior. I went from apprentice mage to novice mage in just six months. From intermediate to high-level, it only took me a year. Every one of my teammates did the same. Chloris, you need to broaden your horizons a bit, don't get stuck in your own little world, okay?"

Chloris stared into eyes that were exactly the same as her own and muttered under her breath, "What's so great about that?"

"What did you say?"

Chapter 90 I'll Help You Avoid Pain (5K)

Lotte had always been curious about the differences between himself and others of the same level.

As Zefina said, one should not be blindly arrogant and immersed in one's own little world.

But now, listening to this youngest calamity in Thranduil's history speak, only two words came to Lot's mind.

Zefina frowned and said, "Chloris, I'll ask you again, what did you say?"

Chloris also lost her temper; she was no submissive young lady.

"I'm telling you, what's so great about that?"

Zefina scoffed, "Chloris, you're so cute right now, like a little kid. Now, find that person you were talking about?"

Chloris didn't want to drag Lott into this pointless conflict, so she said, "No. You've seen enough; you can leave now."

"It's nice to hear you say that."

Zefina walked deeper into the forest.

When Zephyr and the others passed by the half-elf in front of Lot, the unlucky fellow stood there for a long time before he realized what was happening and ran away.

Watching their retreating figures, Chloris, standing beside Lotte, sighed, feeling a pang of sadness.

She hugged her arms, bit her lip, and looked down at the dim ground.

The sunlight seemed to be shrouded in gloom, turning her world gray.

Seeing this, Lott spoke up to comfort her, "Chloris, you're amazing. Don't listen to her nonsense."

Chloris, unusually, didn't feign ignorance. She swayed slightly. "I'm fine. I just thought it would be my mother who came."

She hadn't seen her mother for a long time.

She had originally wanted to take this opportunity to see her mother, hoping that her mother would pat her head and praise her, saying, "You've done a great job; you have the same style I had back then."

Even Miss Chloris craves recognition.

She even spent money to buy Lott an evening gown, hoping that her mother would also approve of her teammate.

Who would have thought that the person who came was not her mother, but Zephyr.

Chloris rubbed her eyes, touched her flushed and burning cheeks, and smiled at Lotte beside her, saying, "I'm sorry, Lotte. I'm so sorry to have made you laugh. I'm really sorry I couldn't keep my promise to you. I also couldn't learn your magic. From now on, I'll accompany you to fight monsters, and I won't ask for any reward, until you become an intermediate mage. I'm sorry."

Lott looked at Zefina and her group in the distance. "Your sister looks difficult to deal with. Is she very strong?"

"She is a Calamity Mage, and her profession name is [Anemos]."

"Agnès?"

"The name Anemos represents the winds of destruction; it was once the name of a [Legendary] creature. If you become a Legendary creature, your name will become a special profession of catastrophe level. Future generations will strive to possess your name, and the world will forever remember your name."

"If I become a legend, will the profession of [Lotte] appear among the disaster victims in the future?"

“Of course,” Chloris chuckled at Lotte’s words, “I believe you will become a legend.”

Are there many of these specialized professions?

"Not many. And some professions that are ancient or difficult to obtain have been lost. Perhaps you can discover them in the future."

Even if the world forgets the legendary name, the profession will live on. As long as someone meets the requirements to inherit the profession, the legendary name will reappear before the world and stir up bloodshed.

At this point, Lotte thought that if Isolde became a legend in the future, he could inherit her name and name his fourth-order class "Isolde".

【Fafnia】is also good.

The sun gradually dimmed its rays, and the surrounding wind ceased to move.

The clouds began to wander wildly in the sky, like pieces of paper being waved back and forth in a child's hand, frequently obscuring the sun, then drifting away to obscure it once more.

Under this phenomenon, the ground began to flicker, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

In the distance, Zephyr continued chanting magic, and a giant magic circle appeared at her feet, centered on her.

This magic circle was completely different from any Lotte had ever seen before. It was like a house, with layers stacked up from her feet, gradually engulfing Zefina's head.

There are seven floors in total.

[The World's Sage activates, the seventh-circle magic "Spatial Teleportation" is being inscribed...]

[Engraving failed...]

The sun was flashing faster and faster, and everyone in Maple Town noticed this strange phenomenon. They rushed home, closed their doors, and hid in corners, too afraid to look at what was happening outside.

Even the adventurers nearby sensed something was wrong. They abandoned the monsters they had already obtained and scrambled away from the area.

A leaf patted Lott on the back, and the wind finally picked up.

The oppressive air began to move, and more and more maple leaves rained down on Lotte's back.

Chloris had to hold her hair down with both hands to avoid having her view blocked by the strands.

Lott had witnessed countless natural disasters.

Uchi, the red-haired man, Derek.

But those were all in the realm of hypothetical scenarios, where they knew they wouldn't die at all.

When he witnessed natural disasters in real life, he felt the true oppression they caused.

The magic released by the opponent had an earth-shattering effect.

"Cloris, does your sister enjoy killing?"

"Hmm? Although she's very irritable, she doesn't take pleasure in killing people."

"Do you think I can beat her?"

Chloris turned to look at him, her eyes wide. "Are you kidding me??"

Lott wasn't joking; he was genuinely thinking about it.

As the [Anemos], Zephyr can manipulate wind and space, which is exactly what Isolde needs.

Moreover, Zephyr's magic quality is definitely far superior to that of the Polna gang.

The higher the rank, the more confident Lotte is in freeing Isolde and herself from the cycle of death.

If he can get Zefina to fight him using the magic of a novice mage, he will have a chance to learn from her magic.

The problem is, there are still risks involved.

Zephyr has a bad temper and, as a natural disaster, she doesn't care about human life. Fighting her to obtain magic is a very irrational act.

The safest solution for Lotte is to first get through Fafnya's deduction world, then return to reality and learn even worse magic.

If all else fails, he'll have no choice but to bite the bullet and enter Isolde's divination world, letting Isolde continue making difficult choices. Once the divination world ends, he'll return to reality to continue searching for magic.

In fact, if Isolde had simply given up on saving Lotte during the next simulation, they could have escaped this certain death situation.

But through her interactions with Isolde, Lotte discovered that Isolde was actually quite stubborn.

She will do whatever she sets her mind to and whatever she promises, no matter what.

Zephyr, in the distance, reached out her hand and began to activate the teleportation spell.

The enormous magic circle began to spin, and Lotte and Chloris used their arms to shield themselves from the wind, leaving only their eyes exposed as they looked out at the world.