My magic panel is too numerical.

"There is a teleportation spell, but it doesn't necessarily require a mirror. You can teleport between two ordinary places by drawing the same magic circle. However, this spell is extremely costly and causes a huge disturbance, and it belongs to the fifth level of magic."

Miss Crow made full use of her erudition.

Level 5 magic? That sounds unlikely to happen here.

If there were any commotion here, it would surely be noticed by Erdgo... Pharos rejected this guess.

He continued to scrutinize the mirror, placing his hand on its surface, sometimes tapping it, sometimes pressing his ear against it to listen, hoping something would happen.

Miss Crow also flew to the top of Pharos's head.

Looking through the mirror, Pharos saw that Miss Raven's feathers on her head were becoming increasingly glossy, and her body size had also increased compared to when they first met. From the initial rotten and withered little raven, she had now become a big, fat bird.

Pharos suddenly noticed and said, "Miss Raven, have you gained weight?"

"What?"

"Have you gotten fat from 'devouring spirits' every day lately?" Pharos asked again.

"Faros! Are you itching for a beating?! Don't you know it's extremely rude to comment on a lady's weight, especially a beautiful one?!"

Miss Crow angrily pecked Pharos twice.

"The word 'beautiful lady' has absolutely nothing to do with a fat crow..." Pharos hurriedly covered his head, "Ouch, ouch, ouch! I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Suddenly, just as Miss Raven was venting her anger, a strong sense of unease flashed through Pharos's mind.

Wait a minute! Something's not right...

"Miss Raven... how long has it been since you looked in a mirror?" Pharos interrupted Miss Raven's pecking and asked urgently.

"Pharos, where's your brain? I'm the 'Spirit,' how can a mirror reflect the 'Spirit'?"

"Right! How could a 'spirit' possibly appear in a mirror?"

Upon hearing this, Miss Crow realized what was happening.

She confidently examined the large, fat bird in the mirror, and was immediately taken aback.

"Miss Raven, is this... magic? What's wrong with this mirror?" Pharos asked.

Even Miss Crow, an expert in the occult, was bewildered.

She stared at the mirror, lost in thought for a moment, as if pondering something.

"If this mirror can reflect spirits... then perhaps attacking with 'spirit' attribute skills would be surprisingly effective!" Pharos pondered. "Miss Raven, I think we could try Holy Flame."

Pharos's Holy Burn deals soul damage, which can be considered a "spirit" attribute.

"That's a possibility... but nobody knows what might happen."

"Hiss~ Huff..." Pharos took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind. "Let's give it a try. Miss Serena is up there. If anything goes wrong, they can provide support."

At worst, the church will be notified so that Miss Christina can come to their aid.

As he spoke, he took out his matchbox and struck another match.

Using the flame, Pharos gathered the fire element in the air and ignited the "Holy Burn".

A jet-black flame, shimmering with countless golden threads, instantly ignited in Pharos's left hand.

The flames illuminated the surroundings, intensely transmitting heat.

Pharos brought his left hand, which was burning with black and gold flames, slightly closer to the mirror.

The next second, the mirror surface showed a slight movement.

The once smooth mirror surface rippled slightly where the flames approached, as if a pebble had been thrown into a calm lake.

Miss Raven and Pharos exchanged a glance.

"I knew it! Something's fishy here!"

"Stop! Pharos! The most urgent thing is to notify the church immediately!"

Pharos didn't waste any words and prepared to stop immediately.

But at that moment, the ripples affected by the black flames grew larger and larger, and the mirror surface was suddenly violently stirred up like lake water. The water flowed rapidly towards the center in a spiral, forming a huge whirlpool.

What's done is done.

Before Pharos could break free, an invisible, immense suction force clamped down on his left arm, dragging him bit by bit toward the mirror.

"Oh no!" Pharos thought with a chill.

Did this trigger some kind of mechanism?

He tried to struggle, but the force of the vortex was unstoppable, violent and frenzied, leaving him helpless, as if he had fallen into a swamp, and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

Seeing that something was wrong, Pharos immediately tucked the "Raven" under his arm and reached into his pocket for the crystal ball with his right hand.

He wanted to use the explosion to warn Serena and Odgo.

But as soon as he took it out, the crystal ball was gripped by a huge suction force, which snatched it from his hand.

Pharos watched helplessly as the crystal ball was sucked in!

Finally, having exhausted all other options, he shouted at the top of his lungs towards the upstairs, "Serena...use Holy Flame! Holy Flame!"

He longed to deliver his final message to Serena.

After saying that, he could no longer hold on and was sucked into the mirror.

"Pharos!" Miss Raven panicked and, gritting her teeth, charged in headfirst.

……

Inside the warehouse.

The female assistant paced around irritably.

During those five minutes, she repeatedly urged the young lady to leave.

She had felt that the young man looked familiar, but the darkness of the night prevented her from remembering him.

But just now she remembered.

That was a distinguished guest of the Corleone family, but one whom Moretti's godfather Lorenzo had explicitly stated he did not welcome—Faros Hastings.

Without a doubt, this is a dangerous person and has every motive to lure and kill the young lady.

It's too dangerous to stay around someone like that.

If anything happens to the young lady, she will have to commit seppuku to atone for her sins.

Serena didn't say anything, but simply leaned against the basement area, the dim moonlight illuminating the pocket watch in her hand as she silently kept track of time.

Just then, she turned around abruptly, her eyes flashing with a sharp light, as if she had sensed something.

"Serena...with Holy Flame...Holy Flame..." The indistinct syllables, accompanied by a strong vibration, echoed in the basement.

Even the surrounding magical elements showed signs of being disturbed.

Enemy attack?

Or did they find something in the basement?

Serena's expression turned slightly serious. She picked up the silver wolf-head greatsword leaning against the wall and rushed towards the basement.

His figure was agile, and the coat on his back was blown up like a cape, revealing the shoulder straps fastened on his shoulders.

"Miss! Wait a minute!"

Tsk~ What's wrong with Miss? Is this still the young lady she knows?

The female assistant's expression was complicated; she was clearly very worried.

Serena has been very busy lately, cleaning up the mess left by Mr. Luca, gathering intelligence from various strongholds, negotiating with other families, and even purging some of the usurping forces within the families.

The reason I came to the beer hall was to wait for intelligence.

So busy that there was no time for classes, no time for training, and no time to prepare for the magic university entrance exam.

Serena is pushing her family to accomplish something big, something the Moretti family has always dreamed of.

But for a 19-year-old girl, these things are really too difficult...

The female assistant, her mind racing, deftly cocked her pistol and quickly followed.

She burst through the door, and Serena lit a lantern to illuminate the surroundings, dispelling the darkness.

The dark and damp basement was deserted.

There was only a bed covered in moss and a clean, shiny mirror.