The hero I support will definitely defeat the devil

Mature women say so.

"Magician? Aren't you a professional?"

Ilsa remembered that there didn't seem to be any magicians among the professionals.

"It's just a code name. I happen to like performing some magic tricks."

The mature woman who called herself a magician blinked her indigo eyes.

"Like this."

The magician said as he picked up a crystal bead from the coffee table and held it in his hand.

"Do you think this bead is still in my hand now?"

"exist."

Ilsa didn't feel any magical fluctuations.

“No.”

The magician opened his hands, palms facing Ilsa. There was nothing on her fair palms.

"Hey?"

Ilsa was stunned.

"Obviously..."

"Touch your coat pocket."

The magician pointed his slender index finger at Ilsa's shirt pocket.

That was the portable pocket that Ilsa used to store some small potions when she went on adventures.

Ilsa touched it subconsciously and found something in her pocket.

Reaching into her pocket, Ilsa took out something.

It's the crystal bead.

"when..."

Elsa felt incredible. There was clearly no fluctuation of magic power, and Elsa did not feel any movement from the magician, but the thing was put into her pocket.

"Just now. As for the method, I can't tell you because it won't work if I tell you."

The magician holds his index finger in front of his mouth.

"That's the part that needs to be kept secret."

"Okay, then I won't ask, but I think you should know what I need, right?"

Instead of delving into the magician's miraculous abilities, Ilsa asked a question.

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"know."

The magician nodded.

"You need strength."

"Can you give it to me then?"

Ilsa said to the magician seriously.

"Sure, if you can take it."

The magician's straightforwardness surprised Ilsa.

"Don't be surprised, I am just like that, and the one who needs strength is me."

The magician looked at Ilsa with a smile.

"Yeah...."

A strange thought arose in Ilsa's mind.

But she didn't say anything, just asked again.

"Do you have any test?"

"It seems you have encountered many tests."

The magician seemed to understand something, and looked at Ilsa with a hint of pity.

"It's okay. After all, I'm the one asking for help."

Ilsa didn't really care about it.

Anyway, she is just asking for help from herself, no matter how embarrassed she is, only she can see it.

"I won't give you any very difficult tests."

The magician smiled and took out two dice from the messy coffee table.

"Roll the dice, best of three, the one with the higher score wins. How's that? Isn't it simple?"

"...Can I cheat?"

Ilsa was silent for a moment and then suddenly asked a explosive question.

"can."

The magician didn't seem to care at all, as if it had no effect on her whether Ilsa cheated or not.

"You can cheat all you want."

"how about you?"

Ilsa asked again.

"I'm not going to do anything with these two dice."

The magician said to Ilsa sincerely.

As she spoke, she cleared a space on the coffee table.

"You first or me first?"

"You first. What if the points are the same?"

Ilsa said as her eyes fell on the magician's hands.

"Of course it's a draw."

The magician said as he rolled the dice in his hand.

The dice fell on the table and spun for a while before slowly coming to a stop.

"Six o'clock, it's your turn."

"..."

Ilsa rolled the dice in silence.

Six is the biggest number, so if she doesn't want to lose, she has to roll a six so that the game ends in a tie.

After the dice fell, they spun in a strange melody and finally stopped quickly.

"Six o'clock."

"Oh, it looks like the first game is a draw."

The magician had a big smile on his face, and didn't seem to care at all that the first sentence was a tie.

Even Ilsa's obvious cheating with magic was ignored.

Apparently, the magician really didn't care that Ilsa was cheating on this.

Ilsa couldn't understand the magician's thoughts.

Did the other party want to lose to her on purpose?

However, after the second game, Ilsa no longer had such thoughts.

Six o'clock, five o'clock.

She fell short by a bit, and ended up losing the second game.

"It's the last round~"

The magician picked up the dice with a happy expression.

"I'll go first this time."

After Magic Johnson made two first shots, Ilsa planned to make her own first shot.

"can."

The magician made a gesture of invitation and watched quietly as Ilsa threw the dice in her hand.

The square dice hit the table, bounced, hit a small pile of debris, and finally fell back onto the clean table.

Four o'clock.

A point that is not small, but not big either.

The magician has a one-third chance of rolling a number higher than her current number.

"It's my turn."

Under Ilsa's slightly nervous gaze, the magician threw the dice in his hand.

The dice fell on the table and spun at a leisurely pace.

Ilsa stared at the dice.

Eventually, the dice stop spinning.

Four o'clock.

draw.

Ilsa leaned on the sofa, her expression looking a little solemn.

Two draws and one failure, there is no doubt that she failed this test.

"I lost."

"Well, you lose."

The magician looked a little surprised.

"You failed my test, but I will still give you my power."

"Why?!"

Ilsa's head snapped up. She didn't understand what the magician meant.

"Well, this is a little hard to explain."

The magician tapped her forehead in distress, but she finally gave an answer.

"The test just now was actually a test of you, a test of your talent. Now it seems that your talent is a little beyond my imagination."

"What talent?"

Ilsa doesn't remember having any extraordinary talents. Since she was a child, she has had no affinity with the word "genius".

"Do I have any hidden super talents?"

Although she didn't think she had any talent, Ilsa still had a glimmer of expectation in her heart.

After all, what professional hasn't dreamed of being a super genius and upgrading as easily as drinking water?

"You have a talent as a magician similar to mine."

The magician said so.

"Oh...."

Ilsa's voice suddenly changed from lively to listless.

What's the use of a magician's talent?