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"Qiu~"

Celia felt a slight itch on the tip of her nose and subconsciously raised her hand to rub it.

"Which little one is talking about me?"

Her nose was slightly red from the cold wind, and she pulled her coat tighter around herself before focusing her attention on the report in front of her.

The report contains information about the enemies killed and the spoils obtained by a disciple during this magic-gathering process.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes as her gaze swept over the words "not a single survivor" and "all seized".

This kid is good; he neither showed mercy and let any potential threat go unpunished, nor was he foolish enough to give up something so easily within his grasp to someone else.

She has always liked ambitious people, just like she liked herself, who always stood at the top of the magician hierarchy.

"You've worked hard," she said softly, her voice devoid of much emotion.

wow——

As she stood up, the emerald necklace around her neck jingled with the movement.

Celia stood barefoot on the cold ground, gazing at the disciple kneeling before her, and slowly began to speak:

"It's good that you're back. Let's bring those magic books in tomorrow. I can't wait to master them."

"Besides these, is there anything else to report?"

The person kneeling on the ground was a female elf, who appeared to be in her early twenties, with long, flowing, fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall.

Hearing the question, she slowly raised her head and carefully chose her words to answer:

"Reporting to Master, there is indeed an important matter."

"During this operation, I discovered that the demons in the north have formed an organization and are successively attacking cities near the far north."

"The demons who have taken over the city call themselves the Seven Sages of Collapse, and each of them possesses a rather troublesome magic."

"Although they are little known at present, I have a feeling that they will become a major threat to our race in the future."

At this point, she took a deep breath, her tone becoming serious.

"I suggest eliminating them in advance to avoid irreversible consequences."

She knew better than anyone else about the demons' habit of eating people, and therefore was keenly aware of the enormous threat they posed.

Upon hearing this, Celia narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of amusement curving her lips.

"Seven Sages of Collapse? Interesting, that title... It seems I underestimated them."

She slowly turned around and looked out the window at the swirling snowflakes.

"Seven sages of ruin, is this a provocation against us mages?"

Memories flooded back, and Celia recalled several true sages she had met in the age of mythology.

Although I was young at the time, I genuinely admired their wisdom.

Because the legendary magic he possessed—the Reversal Magic—was developed by humans in the mythical era.

Unfortunately, they died young, before they were even a hundred years old.

How fragile life is.

She shook her head regretfully, then turned her gaze to her disciple:

"There's no need to eliminate them beforehand. I'd like to see if their magic can truly reach the level of a sage in the future."

"Killing defenseless weaklings is far too boring. You say their magic is difficult to deal with... Have you fought them before?"

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Celia's eyes. She slowly sat down, crossed her arms, and continued calmly:

"Tell me, what kind of magic is this? And how does it compare to our elf magic?"

The red-haired elf felt helpless upon hearing this. A weakling? Only Seria would think that way.

Recalling the scene of being crushed by demonic magic, she still felt lingering fear, secretly glad that she was still relatively old. Taking a deep breath, she replied:

"Their magic is very unreasonable."

"The one I met possessed bone magic, capable of extracting bones from his body to fight, and also using bones for defense."

"I... was almost killed because I couldn't imagine defeating it."

The thickness of bones can theoretically be increased indefinitely with the aid of magic. Furthermore, bone spears and bone bullets are also powerful weapons against mages.

Its offense and defense are virtually flawless.

If it weren't for a group of human warriors from the northern kingdoms suddenly appearing and rising up in resistance, she probably wouldn't even have had the chance to return and report.

Celia continued tapping on the armrest.

Da, da, da.

"Bone magic?"

She muttered to herself, raising an eyebrow slightly; it was indeed quite unreasonable.

Because in the world of magic, if you can't imagine it, you absolutely can't do it.

She couldn't imagine that someone could survive after having their bones removed.

As expected of... Seven-times-Destroying Sage.

Celia's lips curled into an excited smile: "Hmm, if that's really the case, then you can't really be blamed."

Is he still in the far north?

Although killing unarmed weaklings is pointless, finding an opportunity to spar with them can satisfy her curiosity.

The red-haired elf hesitated, not quite sure.

Because the demon society is very cruel, once injured, one will immediately be challenged by other demons who will take one's place.

If those warriors' resistance is successful... Bone Demon, let's call him that for now.

Even if he's not dead, he should be hiding away to recover from his injuries.

Seeing her like this, Celia's eyes flickered slightly, and she already understood a few things.

"...It's okay if you don't know. Just tell me the name of the city, and I'll visit it when I have time."

She walked down the steps, stood before her disciple, and bowed her head.

"It doesn't matter if you're not here. We elves have plenty of time, don't we?"

Upon hearing this, the disciple's tense muscles relaxed, and his voice gradually regained its composure:

"Yes, if I remember correctly, that city should be called—Lagus."

……

Lagus, a city covered in endless white snow.

The closer you get to the north, the colder the temperature becomes.

As night fell, a man with horns on his head was frantically flying low over the ruined streets.

He exhaled white breath, his clenched fists bulged with veins, and his tone betrayed his anger:

"That damned Grao'sam! He actually challenged me while I was recovering from my injuries. Did he think I was defenseless?"

This man is Bone Demon Kono.

Just as Celie's disciple thought, he was indeed injured. Although not fatal, it affected his status among the demons.

Once he accepts the challenge, he will surely die—Glaosam's mental magic can directly erase memories, making it virtually unsolvable.

Escape... I must escape...

Even if it means giving up control of the city.

Dignity? What is that?

He's willing to do anything to survive, including kneeling down, but he just hasn't reached that point yet.

"I'll be safe once I escape to the Central Continent or the Southern Continent. Wait for me, Graosaam."

"I will definitely come back."

Taking a deep breath, Kono glanced behind him, his eyes filled with apprehension.

He gritted his teeth, quickened his pace, and soon disappeared into the vast snowy night.