My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Sweat trickled down his cheeks, making his unusually tense expression appear even paler.

"Meow~"

A completely black cat walked gracefully from the center of the street.

He was slightly taken aback when he saw the black cat's eyes, which were faintly glowing green, but then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Phew, it's just a cat."

You're just scaring yourself.

That's true... doing too many of these kinds of guilty things will eventually make you feel guilty.

He was about to sheathe the knife, but—

For some reason, my hand moved in another direction completely out of my control.

With a muffled "thud," my vision spun, and the distance between my eyes and the ground seemed infinitely close.

The last thing that could be seen was a headless figure standing, with blood spurting from its neck, which was as big as a bowl, splattering all over the ground.

Eh?

His eyes were blank.

How did my head fall off?

I can't feel any pain, only a profound sense of bewilderment.

However, this question is destined to remain unanswered.

Darkness descended, and he fell into eternal silence.

"Young man, at least think about the people who will be responsible for cleaning up afterwards." The man stepped on the bloodstains that covered the ground, his tone full of disgust.

"I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time." The other, slightly thinner figure apologized, but his face showed a completely indifferent expression.

Just then, a ray of moonlight slid down and fell on the shoulders of the two men, illuminating their faces.

It turned out to be Darcy, the former student council president whom we hadn't seen in a long time.

And Norman Laird, who has been away from the capital for some time.

“There are four mages inside, one for you and three for me, is that alright?” Norman Riddle said.

"no problem."

Darcy seemed to have become much colder.

“These children of unknown origin are invaluable human resources for us, and we will assign you these kinds of tasks in the future.”

Norman Laird looked into the warehouse. "Kill any guards you see. Let the rest go."

He laughed. "As for the dead... blame it on their bad luck!"

Upon hearing the word "fate," Darcy gave a perfunctory twitch of his lips.

yes……

Some people are just more favored by fate.

—As for those who are rejected by fate, what can they do besides returning the same rejection to fate?

Chapter 303 Because I feel a deep disgust for you!

As they approached their destination, Wayne sensed something was wrong.

It's too quiet.

Even the darkness that enveloped the surroundings seemed to have become even deeper than before.

Just in case, he activated his senses again.

Just as Tasia said, no magical fluctuations could be detected.

However, there are still a considerable number of faint signs of life, like stars twinkling faintly in the black night sky, unmistakably proclaiming their existence.

Just then, a faint, unpleasant, fishy smell wafted from the air.

Wayne was startled and immediately deactivated his senses: "Something seems to have happened."

They exchanged a glance with Tasia and Goli, and quickened their pace.

When the group arrived at the entrance of the target warehouse, they were all speechless with shock at the horrific scene before them.

A headless corpse stood silently at the doorway, as if continuing its duty from life, guarding this night.

Crimson blood was sprayed everywhere, bringing a nauseating stench.

Ge Li frowned and instinctively covered his nose.

"He just died recently, his blood hasn't coagulated yet." Wayne's face was grim.

The warehouse doors were now completely undefended, but he couldn't be sure what was going on inside.

“Wayne… if it’s urgent, don’t worry about my safety.” After saying this, Tasia pushed open the door and entered without hesitation.

After a slight pause, Wayne looked at Ge Li.

Just as he was about to say something, she stubbornly reached out and grabbed his clothes.

"Wherever you go, I'll go."

With a slight pursing of his lips, Wayne only managed to say "Don't stray too far from me" before following Tasia.

Upon entering the warehouse, they discovered two straight, bloody footprints leading deep inside, starting from the main entrance, with no attempt to conceal them.

Only two people?

Were they also here to rescue children? Did these gang members accidentally abduct a family with powerful connections?

Although his mind was filled with doubts, Wayne did not speak.

They killed the guards at the gate; they probably hadn't left yet.

With the enemy in the shadows and us in the open, it's difficult to judge whether the other party has good intentions.

Suddenly, a rather strange noise came from deep within the warehouse.

It sounded like the sound of neat, gentle footsteps approaching slowly.

Upon hearing the sound, Wayne and his two companions stopped and stared warily in the direction where the footprints disappeared.

Then, a group of children appeared under the dim light.

Each of them placed their hands on the shoulders of the person in front of them, closed their eyes, and walked out in unison along the path of bloody footprints.

If you changed their walking posture from running to jumping, the effect would be similar to that of zombies in movies and TV shows.

No, these people still show signs of life!

"They are still alive."

The fluctuations I perceive belong to them.

“…There’s a dark aura.” Tasia replied, seemingly illogically.

Almost instantly, Wayne realized what was happening.

A defining characteristic of "dark magic" is the manipulation of others.

So, does that mean the real culprit is—

Tasia extended her right hand, palm facing forward, while the five fingers of her left hand clasped behind her right palm.

In an instant, a great light shone forth.

The entire warehouse was as bright as day, as if a sun were rising from it.

When a child is exposed to the "light," wisps of black mist begin to emerge around their body, slowly dissipating in the light.

The children's numb faces began to show expressions of pain.

However, the little girl walking at the very front suddenly opened her eyes, which were filled with blood red.

The girl had two braids, and although her clothes were not expensive, they were very clean. It was easy to tell that she should have been a pretty young girl.

But now her face was contorted, her blood-red eyes wide open, and she let out a shrill, inhuman roar at Tasia.

With her mouth wide open, she howled and lunged at Tasia at incredible speed.

Tasia was startled and instinctively took two steps back. Wayne instinctively supported her waist.

One after another, earth elemental pillars rose from the ground, trapping the little girl whose face was contorted with madness. Six mysterious and enigmatic magic circles simultaneously appeared, forming a giant circle that slowly rotated behind Wayne.

It contains a massive amount of earth elemental magic, as if it is ready to unleash its strongest attack at any moment.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Where the light shone, the two dark figures broke free of their concealment and revealed themselves.

"It's been a long time, young master Wayne."

The man clapped his hands, saying in a tone that was both admiration and sarcasm, "You've gotten much stronger since the last time we met!"

Wayne glanced at him indifferently.

But soon, his gaze shifted to the person next to him.

Yes, this is an old acquaintance.

"President?" Tasia exclaimed in disbelief.

—Darcy Collins.

Last time, his ambush of himself and Chris failed, and after escaping, he seemed to have vanished into thin air, with no information about his whereabouts being found.

However, while he escaped with his life, his family will not escape unscathed.

Upon hearing Tasia's address, Darcy said coldly, "I'm no longer the president."

Tasia finally realized something, and after a moment of silence, she asked with difficulty, "That day... was it really you who plotted against us?"

Once the incident at the practical exam room was exposed, Darcy, one of the invigilators, happened to disappear, and it seemed he couldn't escape responsibility.

Therefore, he has been listed as a wanted criminal by the kingdom.

Even so, many teachers and students still did not believe that the trusted student council president would do such a thing. They believed that Darcy must have been blackmailed, or even framed by truly bad people.

Because, from any perspective, he had no compelling reason to do so.

What benefit could he possibly gain from incurring the wrath of the Winchester family? It would be tantamount to cutting himself off from the world, and would also bring unimaginable trouble to the entire family.

"Heh... Of course it's me!"

Darcy seemed to find the question foolish, and scoffed. "If it weren't me, why would I run?"

Why did you do that?!

Tasia was very angry.

It is certainly more painful to be hurt by someone close to you than by a stranger.

She originally thought that everyone in the student council was a very good person and a friend she could trust.

I've thought more than once that it was a really good decision to join the student council on a whim.

Whenever I was ostracized by my classmates and felt pain because of it, it was the students in the student council who gave me the strength to keep going.

...Of course, Chris and Wayne are also included.

It was their encouragement that made me realize—

[It turns out I'm not alone.]

but.

Why betray that trust?

“Because I feel a deep loathing for you!” Darcy roared.

Chapter 304 Wayne: Nobody understands the plot better than me

At this moment, the coldness on Darcy's face had disappeared, replaced by a flushed face, whether from excitement or pain, it was hard to tell.