Flower Fairy: After transmigrating again, I became An'an's younger brother.

Almost at the same moment that Lucio's threat level suddenly increased—

Several faint lights flashed in Xia Tong's pocket.

The first to react was Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old.

A streak of wine-red light flashed, and she was already hovering to Xia Tong's left front, arms crossed. Her wine-red eyes met the blue staff pointing at Xia Tong without fear, and a signature, slightly provocative, playful smile even graced her lips:

"Oh, so you've pulled out your staff already? Edwin, after all these years, you're still as 'hospitable' as ever!"

Immediately afterwards, a flash of pink light appeared, and Shadow Mountain Dream flew out, landing lightly to Xia Tong's right and slightly behind her, her little hand unconsciously grabbing the hem of Xia Tong's clothes.

Her deep purple-red eyes were fixed on Lucio and his staff, her small face filled with vigilance, and even the iconic ahoge on her head stood up slightly due to tension, like a small radar.

At the same time, the Nine Thousand Years Old also made an elegant appearance. She hovered directly in front of Xia Tong, her posture calm and composed, positioned perfectly between Xia Tong and Lucio.

However, in Xia Tong's pocket, there was another card that was vibrating violently, expressing its dissatisfaction.

That's the Shadow Camellia.

Xia Tong's left hand, which was in her pocket, pressed firmly and firmly against the restless card.

The card vibrated strongly through her palm, as if questioning why she was being prevented from appearing.

However, Xia Tong remained unfazed. Taking advantage of the pocket's cover and the moment when Lucio's attention was drawn to the several Elf Kings in the air, a faint magical transmission, perceptible only to the cards, swiftly entered:

"Don't rush, Tsubaki."

"Who ever reveals all their cards at the beginning? You should save your trump card for the most crucial and unexpected moment."

"..."

The violent shaking of Shadow Camellia's card stopped instantly.

She understood Xia Tong's meaning and approved of this "strategy".

A subtle sense of satisfaction, which she herself might not have fully noticed, quietly replaced her dissatisfaction.

Xiaotong considers herself an "ace".

Then the Ninth Prince, who was standing at the very front, spoke up.

"Edwin, you've misunderstood."

She glanced at Xia Tong behind her, who still wore a relaxed smile, and continued:

"This child is not one of the Dark God's people. He is just... a somewhat special Earth magician."

Xia Tong peeked out from beside the Ninth Prince's shoulder at the opportune moment, a mischievous smile on her face: "Would you believe me if I said I've never even seen what the Dark Demon God looks like?"

Lucio's brow furrowed even more.

His gaze swept over Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old, Shadow Mountain Dream, and Nine Thousand Years Old in turn, before finally settling on Xia Tong's seemingly innocent face.

He showed no sign of putting down his staff, his posture remained tense, clearly indicating that these few words alone were far from enough to dispel the deep-seated doubts in his heart.

The boy before him was surrounded by the Dark Elf King, casually catalyzing dark creatures, each one impacting his understanding of the world.

Seeing this, Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old clicked his tongue softly, seemingly getting impatient with Lucio's stubbornness.

She didn't say anything more. Her aura quietly shifted, and a gentle yet resilient power spread out, silently "pushing" back the magical pressure released by Lucio.

Just as Shadow Nine Thousand Years old released his power and stopped deliberately concealing his aura, Shadow Mountain Dream suddenly sensed something. His small body trembled slightly, and he turned to look at Shadow Nine Thousand Years old who was floating on the left.

A hint of doubt flashed in her deep purple-red eyes.

—That's… the aura of a guardian contract? But when was it formed? Didn't Xia Tong take a break yesterday? Could it be…

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream blinked, then looked at Xia Tong beside her.

Because this morning, An Ying Shan Meng and the others were also going to school with Xia Tong.

Xia Tong figured that since they were with her, she would help An Ying Shan Meng conceal her aura, so she didn't tell An Ying Shan Meng that she should conceal her aura to avoid being discovered.

That's why she was so confused at that moment.

However, Shadow Mountain Dream shook her head and temporarily suppressed her question.

Now is not the time to explore that; Edwin is the "big trouble" that we need to focus on dealing with right now.

On the other side, Lucio felt the pressure he had exerted being effortlessly neutralized by the other party, and his gaze deepened.

His momentum remained undiminished, his attitude still firm, and the light at the tip of his staff seemed to solidify slightly: "Words are meaningless. Your Excellency, I cannot believe you based solely on your word."

Then his gaze settled on Xia Tong again. "How will you prove you have absolutely no connection with the Dark God?"

"prove?"

Xia Tong then moved around to the side of the Ninth Prince, facing Lucio directly.

His smile remained unchanged, but his tone carried a hint of lazy sharpness: "Only the weak need to prove themselves, while the strong never need to explain themselves."

Xia Tong smiled and raised her right hand, her five fingers naturally outstretched.

In his memory, Edwin seemed to be good at fire magic.

It just so happens that he also wants to test the mettle of this "strongest magician of the Ancient Fairy Clan," and perhaps it would be fairer to "communicate" using the other party's familiar domain.

Then, with a slight thought, a wisp of intense and condensed flame rose from his palm with a "whoosh" and burned quietly.

The flames were of a pure color, devoid of any dark aura, and instead exuded a pure magical energy.

"You know the rules, too."

Xia Tong shrugged, the flames dancing in his palm, illuminating his smiling eyes. "As long as you win, I'll talk to you for as long as you want, how about it?"

Of course, Xia Tong had every right to say that.

However, Lucio interpreted these words differently.

Lucio's gaze swept quickly over Shadow Nine Thousand Years and Shadow Mountain Dream.

In a one-on-one fight, he might be able to hold his own against a Dark Elf King or even gain the upper hand, but what about facing two at the same time?

Moreover, there's Xia Tong nearby, whose abilities are unknown and who just displayed bizarre powers... The odds of winning are slim.

Forcing a confrontation may not only fail to uncover the truth, but could even escalate the situation.

Lucio fell into a brief silence, his mind racing as he weighed the pros and cons and considered the best course of action.

Just then—

"Ring ring—!"

A sharp and penetrating school bell rang, clearly penetrating the walls and corridor into the quiet restroom, like a bucket of cold water suddenly splashed onto the tense atmosphere between the two sides.

"Um?"

Xia Tong was the first to react.

He raised his head slightly, listened intently to the direction from which the bell was coming, and then the flame in his palm went out with a "poof," as if it had never existed.

"The school bell has rung, Lucio... classmate."

Xia Tong looked at Lucio, who was still holding his staff and had a solemn expression, and gave him a relaxed and casual smile, her tone carrying a hint of familiarity between classmates:

"As for the 'proof' thing, how about we reschedule? Shouldn't we go back to class now? It's not good to be late."

Lucio's fingers tightened on his staff for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Xia Tong's flawless smile before finally settling on the bewildered Shadow Flower Fairy still curiously flapping its wings at the doorway.

This unexpectedly born dark creation has, in this moment, become a kind of silent evidence—

Its aura is pure and vibrant, without any violence or filth, completely unlike the negative energy of the Dark God.

"good……"

Lucio nodded, and the blue staff in his hand slowly receded into light before disappearing from his hand.

The magical fluctuations around him quickly subsided, and he reverted to his somewhat quiet and reserved transfer student appearance.

"That's enough for today. Xia Tong, I will verify what you said later."

Lucio adjusted his glasses, his voice returning to its previous gentle tone, yet carrying an undeniable seriousness.

They're not playing anymore? That's a real shame.

A hint of regret flashed in Xia Tong's eyes.

This fleeting regret was keenly captured by the Ninth Prince, who had been keeping a close eye on him.

"Child,"

The Ninth Prince said to Xia Tong, his tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of reassurance, "Isn't this a better outcome?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Tong blinked and smiled, saying, "Hmm? Yes, that's good. Peace is very important, isn't it?"

As he spoke, he turned and walked out the door. As he passed the Shadow Flower Fairy that was still flapping its wings, Xia Tong waved to it gently.

The little flower fairy landed obediently on his shoulder and curiously rubbed her face against his with her featureless "face".