Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

Although she said this, Youzhu did feel a bit of urgency in her heart.

The power of the [Rose Hound] is self-evident. Its lethality, number, speed, and ease of use are all exceptional, and its reliability ranks first among all fairy tale monsters.

It can be said that Youzhu has already won the moment he uses it.

However, winning does not mean that the opponent will die. The Rose Hound can only kill the target, but has no effect on sealing resurrection.

Since ancient times, resurrection from the dead has been extremely difficult to deal with and requires special secret methods to deal with.

"It's just because I'm not in good shape. If it weren't for that woman..." The Dead Apostle paused noticeably. "Anyway, with my current magic power, the chances of failure are very high."

"Lots of nonsense."

"But it's all this nonsense that buys me enough time. Why do you think I talk to you so much?"

The Dead Apostle's tone suddenly became high-pitched. Its blood told it that its remaining slaves were very close.

"I was deceived?" Youzhu blamed himself for his immaturity, because he was easily shaken by the enemy's words. It was a fatal omission.

"You're so young, you actually gave me so many chances in battle. My servants are already here!"

The Dead Apostle in leopard form laughed wildly and ran at full speed towards the slave, completely ignoring the Rose Hound that was inflicting wounds on it.

The wounds of the dead apostles are not healed, but are restored at the level of time reversal. As long as there is enough blood, they will not die even if only their heads are left.

The eaten part just needs to grow again, allowing the remaining blood to boil and replenish the bitten limbs at an extraordinary speed.

"It's getting closer, as long as we can get there, as long as we can meet!"

Burning the blood supply brought by the strong man before, it now rushes out with all its might.

"As long as we can reunite with the slaves, everything will be fine."

The Dead Apostles held on to such simple hopes, fantasizing about a future of survival.

——Then suddenly fell into despair.

"Why! Why did you die!"

It suddenly roared loudly and crazily, and its emotions were so intense that its hands and feet were in disarray. It couldn't even maintain the daily behavior of running, and fell heavily to the ground.

Even Youzhu, the enemy, couldn't help but feel a little sympathy when he saw that madness.

"My family, my servants, who killed them?!"

Chapter 9: Death of the End

The spider thread that gave him hope, but he fell into despair because of reality. The Dead Apostle, squeezed by these two feelings, fell into madness.

But the Rose Hound did not take the opportunity to move forward and eat it completely. Instead, it took a few steps back.

As the master, Yuzu could sense the familiar's emotions: the hound was puzzled and curious, not viewing it as prey.

This emotion shocked the witch lady, as she had never encountered an enemy that forced the hound to give in.

You should know that this is the Great Three inherited from the first generation of witches. It has a mysterious weight of a thousand years and comes with "magic fragments" of inherited defense.

What kind of unique existence is this that can span thousands of years and rival the treasures of the magic world? Is it a remnant of the Age of Gods?

The witch's heart beat unconsciously, like a cat curious about the unknown, and her little desire to explore was hidden under her calm and indifferent expression.

From ancient times to the present, black cats have been regarded as a symbol of witches, and there is a reason for that.

"rustle."

There was a sound of light footsteps not far away, the sound of shoes stepping on gravel.

The thick white fog moved back again, avoiding the direction where the sound came from.

Without the obstruction of white fog, the bright moonlight enveloped this forgotten little corner like a veil, and also illuminated the visitor whose identity was a mystery.

The vampire stared at that direction intently. It was determined to see clearly what had happened and who was involved.

"Why did you stop, witch over there?"

The light voice sounded like a question, but there was no doubt or inquiry in it, only confirmation of the current situation.

"If you don't want to kill me, let me do it."

A faint light, like the distant moon reflected in a spring on the earth, or like a unique tree in the wilderness, its existence itself is incompatible with this battlefield.

Her silvery-white hair draped smoothly over her shoulders, embellishing her otherworldly face. Even her simple white clothing looked like a solemn and magnificent garment.

Everywhere is dreamy and light, but that one sentence falls heavy into reality.

A fairy-like beautiful human was approaching, his face expressionless, only calm and cold like a pool of water.

The beauty that should normally attract people is now ignored because there are forbidden marks and a darkness of no return in those eyes.

The bottomless blue light, the candlelight that leads to death, the original terror is hidden deep in those eyes.

Aiwen was looking at the leopard and the magician in front of him, putting down his headphones and tilting his head slightly, as if thinking.

But both people within his sight felt their hearts palpitating.

I felt a chill on my spine, as if an ice spike had pierced my spine. Whether I was a Youzhu or a Dead Apostle, I was equally embraced by death.

"What is that? A demonic eye? How could there be something so outrageous? Only the Age of Gods could possess something of that level..."

Jiuyuan Temple Youzhu almost moaned and sighed softly, biting her lower lip with her delicate teeth, and a slight blush appeared on her snow-white cheeks.

It's not shyness, but excitement.

She had seen so many unexpected things tonight, more than in the past three years combined, and she was so satisfied that she felt like she was full.

"Dead Apostles, demonic beasts, and that rainbow-lit Mystic Eye. Aoko would surely be envious. It's like an amusement park filled with mysteries."

The seed of curiosity had been secretly planted, and even the witch herself did not notice it.

A few seconds later, Kuonji Yuzu returned to her usual cold self, the girl's curiosity and excitement were hidden deep inside, and the witch's code once again took the dominant position.

Now she is one of the supervisors of the Misaki Town Spiritual Vein. With her own pride at stake, she will never hand over the handling of affairs to others.

"No, I was just shocked by the treasure. I didn't intend to let this vampire escape."

"Is that so? Great! If Miss Witch intends to let the Dead Apostle go, I'll have to kill you along with it."

Aiwen said something shocking without any care.

"...Huh?" Kuonji Yuzu blinked in confusion, and then her face darkened visibly: "Are you going to kill me?"

There was a dangerous aura in her hoarse voice. The witch stared at the traveler, waiting to decide whether to bring down the hammer of death based on his answer.

If Qingzi knew what was going on here, she would probably shout "No way", if it weren't for Youzhu's plan to commit murder.

It was perfectly normal for a magician to kill someone, so there was no need to be surprised. What was truly abnormal was Kuonji Arizu's tolerant attitude.

Aiwen's words just now could be regarded as a declaration of war. Given Kuonji Arizu's personality, there wouldn't even be a dialogue, he would definitely take action directly.

She is a witch who lives by the code of a magician. She is easy to deal with on ordinary days, but once a human offends her, she will show no mercy.

The fact that he chose to ask the other person back showed that deep down he actually wanted the other person to deny it, which was a miracle for Youzhu.

Facing Youzhu's questioning, Aiwen blinked and responded generously.

"Don't give up the premise. You don't plan to kill him now, because Miss Witch doesn't plan to let the Dead Apostles go, right?"

"Is that why?"

"I plan to kill the Dead Apostle. If Miss Witch lets him go, he will become a companion of the vampire, so I have to kill him."

"A very direct answer. Aren't you afraid that I'll be angry?"

Maybe Youzhu liked this generous and direct attitude, or maybe she was in a good mood, in any case, her tone was a little relaxed.

"If you're angry, then we fight. If you don't care, then nothing happens. It's all acceptable to me."

“…” Youzhu was speechless.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

The witch wondered in her heart: "He seems too selfless, isn't he? Could he be a monk practicing?"

Taking a deep breath, Youzhu decided to ignore him for the time being. Since he didn't seem to have any hostile intentions towards her, she might as well deal with it later.

Focus on the vampires first.

"But there's some trouble here too." Looking at the dead apostles who were surrounded by white mist, the girl was a little undecided.

The hound has already bitten its prey, and killing him is now easy, but the previous intelligence cannot be ignored.

If the ability to resurrect from the dead really exists, killing him would only satisfy his desires, and there would definitely be many consequences.

"Should we bet that it really doesn't have enough magic power to resurrect from the dead, or... should we ask him if he has any solutions?"

"After all, I made such a boast before, so I should have a solution."

"If not, put him in a bottle," the girl thought darkly.

Thinking of this, Youzhu's gaze shifted to Aiwen who was not far away, and found that this person was quietly listening to music with headphones.

This calmness and self-confidence made Youzhu not know how to evaluate it.

"But maybe he trusts me too much? Why does he seem so defenseless?"

There was a sense of dissatisfaction at being looked down upon, mixed with a bit of curiosity about those eyes, and perhaps a little bit of malice.

Youzhu slowly approached the other person, and after attracting his attention, asked a rather rude question.

"You possess the Mystic Eye. What is its effect?"

Behind the slightly doubtful voice was malicious speculation, and it could even be said that Youzhu was deliberately testing him.

For the world of magic, the mystery it possesses is both a weapon, a treasure, and a death warrant.

A talent that is too rare will attract prying eyes, and magic that is exposed to the public will lose its deterrent effect, so Youzhu's question is a deliberate provocation.

At the same time, there is also a sense of betrayal that even he cannot explain.

If Aiwen took direct action because of this, she could convince herself that he was no different from any other magician and was no more than that.

The curiosity of wanting to know, the dissatisfaction of being looked down upon, the awkwardness of wanting the other person to be as you expect but also wanting the other person to be unexpected.

What a trouble, this witch.

"Do you want to exchange?" After taking off his headphones, Aiwen glanced at her and asked as expected.

"Hey?"

"You want to know about these eyes, right? Then tell me something about yourself. This is the definition of communication. It would be unfair if we didn't exchange."

"But I don't value these eyes. You can say whatever you want."

At this moment, Youzhu discovered that the dark blue that brought her fear had disappeared from this person's eyes, and his eyes returned to their normal color.

It was a beautiful color that even gems couldn't match, and it reminded the witch of the forests and wilderness of her hometown in England.

"...You're really weird. Don't you think it's abrupt for me to ask this question?"

"Others may think so, but I don't care." When saying this, Aiwen was expressionless as always, but the atmosphere around him was very gentle.

"Besides, since you're asking directly, I should respond directly."

Jiuyuan Temple Azuma lowered her eyes. She could sense that the person in front of her was not lying. He was a person who was consistent in his words and deeds and did not pretend to be anything special.

He is not like the mountain people who are ignorant of the world. He is very clear about the rules of communication and interaction among people today, but he decides to live according to his own ideas.

"I see. Then please tell me, how much are these eyes worth to you?"

"It's probably just a useful tool. It's no secret that I don't like it either."

"They are such precious eyes..." Youzhu stood up for these evil eyes and then sighed softly.

"Then take my name in exchange, and stop calling me witch, witch."