It's so hard being a hero!

The Holy Light of Light Magic Protects the Wall.

The moment the tentacles collided with the golden magic circle, it was like ice and snow meeting fire, emitting a piercing hissing sound, and quickly melted and disintegrated.

The middle-aged woman's expression changed completely.

"Light magic? You're a bronze-level mage?"

She couldn't believe her eyes.

The boy in front of me, who looked no more than twelve years old, was releasing magic power that reached the bronze level.

A twelve-year-old bronze-level mage? How is that possible?

"Bronze level?"

Sophia looked down at her palm, her tone as indifferent as if she were talking about something trivial.

"more or less."

She wasn't lying.

At twelve years old, he was at the Bronze level—a genius that was extremely rare on the entire continent.

But only she knows that this is far from her limit.

"Who...who are you?"

The middle-aged woman's voice began to tremble.

She took a step back, and the magic in her hands gathered again, but this time it wasn't for attacking, but for escaping.

Sofia did not answer her.

Her gaze passed over the middle-aged woman and landed on the magic circle on the ground and the dying girl.

The red magic circle was still operating, and pink energy was still being drawn from the girl's body; the girl was nearing her end.

"Let's save people first."

Sophia muttered something to herself.

Before she finished speaking, her figure disappeared from the spot.

The middle-aged woman's pupils dilated instantly.

This isn't teleportation magic; it's wind-attribute teleportation magic, or simply speed.

She didn't even realize it.

The next moment, Sophia appeared in the center of the magic circle and squatted down next to the girl.

She raised her right hand, and a warm white light shone from her palm, which she gently pressed against the girl's forehead.

Light Magic Blessing of Life.

This spell is a level above the Holy Light Barrier we just saw.

It cannot directly replenish the life force that has been drained, but it can stabilize the girl's injuries, stop her body from deteriorating, and buy time for subsequent treatment.

A white light surged into the girl's body, causing her withered body to tremble slightly, and her previously weak breathing became a little more stable.

But that's about it.

"I've done everything I could. The rest is up to those people in the Vatican."

Sophia withdrew her hand and stood up.

Upon witnessing this scene, the middle-aged woman's fear was replaced by madness.

She is disrupting her ritual.

"hateful."

She roared, her hands forming a complex hand seal in front of her. Black magic surged wildly, condensing into a giant shadow hand above her head, which slammed down fiercely towards Sophia.

This is the fifth-level dark magic, Shadow Hand.

This move almost exhausted all her magic power, and its power was enough to turn a house into ruins.

Sophia looked up at the descending shadowy giant hand.

Then, she moved.

She raised her right hand, extended her index and middle fingers, and made a light sweeping motion in the air.

A silver-gold sword aura shot out from the fingertip.

The sword energy was as thin as a hair and as fast as lightning.

The giant shadow hand was split in two.

The black magic dissipated, scattering and falling like broken smoke.

The sword energy didn't stop; it continued forward, grazing the middle-aged woman's cheek and leaving a deep, bottomless gash on the stone wall behind her.

The middle-aged woman froze.

In that instant, she felt the breath of death.

If that silvery-white sword energy had been even slightly off-center, she would have been dead.

"You? You're a swordsman?"

Her lips were trembling.

Sophia withdrew her finger and tilted her head.

"Well, I guess so, you magic swordsman."

The middle-aged woman remained silent.

Her mind was completely consumed by fear.

The boy before them possessed both bronze-level magical skill and swordsmanship capable of severing level five dark magic.

Cultivating both magic and martial arts.

These moves are not just for show.

She's in big trouble today.

Sofia stopped attacking and turned around to examine the basement closely.

Her gaze swept over the auxiliary runes carved on the wall, over the complex crimson magic circle on the ground, and finally landed on the few pieces of clothing of a young girl piled up in the corner.

The clothes were of different sizes and styles.

Sophia's eyes slowly narrowed.

"It seems you were the one who caused those missing girls."

Her voice began to turn cold.

The middle-aged woman remained silent.

"Eight, right?"

Sophia turned her head and stared straight at her.

“From last autumn until now, you have secretly kidnapped eight girls.”

She paused.

Are they all here?

The middle-aged woman remained silent, but she subconsciously glanced at the iron gate beside her.

Sophia noticed that look.

She lifted her foot and walked towards the door.

The middle-aged woman was filled with fear. She was about to stop Sophia again, but Sophia simply moved her finger, and a golden magic circle appeared beneath her feet, imprisoning her in place.

Sofia walked to the door, raised her hand, and pushed it open.

As soon as the door opened, a putrid stench hit us.

Sophia's gaze grew increasingly gloomy.

Seven mummified corpses, all female skeletons, lay inside the stone chamber.

Sofia has seen many deaths, both in her past life and in this one.

But at this moment, an uncontrollable rage surged in her chest.

Sophia turned around and looked at the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman's face was deathly pale, and her body was trembling violently.

“I am Count Vlad’s wife, you cannot.”

"lady?"

Sofia interrupted her.

"She's just a concubine, not even a proper wife."

Sophia walked out of the small room and walked step by step toward the middle-aged woman.

"You used Lilith's power to sacrifice eight young girls just to maintain your youth?"

Her voice was calm, but that calmness was more terrifying than a roar.

The middle-aged woman shook her head frantically.

"You don't understand. I'm already over forty, and my magic power is stuck at a high level. I'm about to grow old and die. I just want to..."

"Want to live?"

Sofia finished speaking for her.

The middle-aged woman nodded vigorously.

Sophia looked at her and suddenly smiled.

That smile was devoid of any warmth.

"You wanted to live, so you killed seven underage girls?"