My older sister is a villainous rich girl

The voice that Aikos just made was definitely a man's voice.

He loudly admitted his mistake: "I subconsciously mistook you for an extremely beautiful woman. I was a petty person who offended you!"

Nearby, Ekos's expression, which was particularly cold due to anger, froze.

Now!!!

Norman completely abandoned all distractions; his sole objective was to escape!

The man kneeling on the ground vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving only a fleeting afterimage.

The moonlight was serene, and the streets, which had just been ravaged, had returned to peace.

After a moment of silence, Wayne let out a sigh of relief and turned to look at Tasia, who was still standing there dumbfounded.

The teddy bear that had been diligently holding up the protective barrier had probably sensed that the danger had passed and had stopped its magic, now lying peacefully in Tasia's arms.

Tasia, however, just stared blankly at herself, lost in thought.

“Darcy is guilty of a capital offense. The city guards will come to collect his body soon. Tell them that Echoes has killed him.”

Under Tasia's gaze, clear as a spring, Wayne felt that explaining himself was extremely difficult.

He was so anxious that he didn't even have time to change out of his pajamas or change his falsetto, fearing that he wouldn't be able to rescue Tasia in time.

Unexpectedly, Norman deduced his identity solely from the magic used by the doll, and even exposed him on the spot...

Kind of embarrassing.

Could Tasia possibly think that she, as a teacher, is actually a pervert obsessed with cross-dressing?

After thinking for a moment, he comforted her, "Your mother is fine; she just took a nap as usual."

Tasia finally smiled with relief.

"So that's how it is..." She seemed to understand something.

"Ok?"

Without his mask, Wayne felt very uncomfortable.

"Teacher, you must be worried about being misunderstood because you are too beautiful."

“Ah, that’s right, exactly.” Wayne nodded. “I have to go after Norman now, see you next time.”

He didn't want to continue this awkward conversation; the more they talked, the more awkward it became.

Having become so accustomed to concealing his true appearance, he found himself somewhat unable to withstand Tasia's intense gaze at that moment.

Damn it! If I could find a suitable reason to explain all this, I wouldn't have ended up losing my online identity!

He wasn't going to hold back anymore.

I had previously thought that even if we were enemies, as long as they wouldn't pose a threat to me in the short term, I might be able to use them.

But now that I think about it, keeping these people around would only create new troubles for me, and they're too uncontrollable, so it's better to get rid of them.

He clicked his tongue on his back teeth.

"This doll that my teacher gave me has some protective abilities, right?" Tasia suddenly asked.

"Yes." Wayne didn't hide it any longer, "I was afraid something might happen to you."

Tasia felt a slight thrill in her heart.

"Can I put it next to my mother and then go with my teacher to catch the murderer?"

She took advantage of the situation.

Wayne was about to refuse when Tasia interrupted, "Teacher!"

"After all, I am endowed with the magic of light... It is my innate mission to destroy the magic of darkness."

That's what people in the church are telling themselves.

"Besides, I can't live under your wing forever. I really want to participate in real-world practice under your guidance to improve my learning!"

Although a little shy, Tasia boldly made her request.

Her expectant and longing gaze made it hard to refuse.

After thinking for a moment, Wayne said, "Okay, let's get the city guards to clean up the mess first, and then we'll go after that guy together."

"Huh? Aren't we leaving right away?" Tasia asked, slightly surprised.

"If we don't inform the city guards beforehand, their investigation of the crime scene might affect Auntie."

Those city guards are not easy to deal with.

Tasia paused for a moment before realizing that the 'auntie' the teacher was referring to was her mother, and her cheeks suddenly flushed.

Wayne was engrossed in planning his revenge and was completely unaware of what was happening.

"Don't worry, he can't escape."

Chapter 544 Norman's Escape Plan

Under the cover of night, Norman Laird was on the run.

He couldn't understand why things had come to this.

He went out happily with the idea of ​​solving his biggest problem in one fell swoop, but he didn't expect to attract even bigger trouble.

Just moments before he was calmly enjoying the hunt, but now he has become someone else's prey.

Suppressing the pain caused by the uncontrolled magic within his body, he was almost desperate and lost his way.

—Before Aikos can react, I must arrange an escape route.

With a thought racing through his mind, he turned in the direction of the Bulwer family's house.

……

In the quiet house, Bulwer was drinking alone in his study.

He was His Majesty's most loyal dog, at least for now. So, he would naturally and dutifully fill the vacancy left by Earl Chapman's fall from power.

How lucky I am...

From a beggar living hand to mouth, he rose step by step to the center of power in the kingdom.

Even if I told people about this, probably no one would believe me.

He suddenly laughed deeply, his voice tinged with bitterness.

He had so many worries that he developed a habit of drinking before bed—of course, only a little bit.

Only at times like these does he forget about work and where he is.

But this period of relaxation was short-lived, and he quickly composed himself.

"Just go to sleep peacefully, and we can deal with tomorrow's problems tomorrow." He muttered to himself three times until he was sure he had accepted the suggestion. Then, Bulwer got up and went back to his bedroom to rest.

However, he had barely stood up when Norman burst in from outside the corridor.

"Bulwer, are we still friends?" he asked hastily.

Bulwer's brow twitched.

"What happened?" he asked, puzzled.

When Bulwer's gaze fell on Norman, he was shocked to realize that Norman's physical condition was extremely bad: "You..."

"Don't ask so many questions!" Norman interrupted him.

"Give me a token, quickly, so I can enter the Royal Cathedral." Sweat beaded on his forehead. "Any pretext will do!"

Bulwer's expression changed: "Are you crazy!"

If a dark mage is discovered by the church, even dying might not be so easy.

Besides, doing so would drag him down with him.

"Give me your most compelling reason, and I'll stay there for a while. I won't betray you," Norman said through gritted teeth. "If we don't hurry, we might both be dead!"

Norman had been pondering a way to escape the entire way. Given Aikos's terrifying strength, which was completely beyond the realm of human capability, the only one who might be able to contend with her was perhaps the Church.

He could only hope that Aikos would temporarily avoid a direct conflict with the church, so that he might still have a chance to survive.

Unlike himself, who was left destitute and alone, the Papacy had been a colossal entity that had silently manipulated this continent for over a thousand years. In any country in the world, even without an army, there would always be priests.

As for what the consequences might be... he couldn't care less about that anymore.

The premise for taking any risk is that one must survive.

Once you die, you have nothing left.

Looking at his disheveled appearance, Bulwer hesitated.

"You've encountered a formidable enemy? How about we seek Lady Aikos's help?"

Even if you ranked all the people Bulwer had ever met in his life, Echo would be second to none.

In Bulwer's mind, if there were any people in the world who could fight her to a draw, it would probably only be His Holiness the Pope, who was rumored to be almost like a god.

Norman's eye twitched violently when he heard the name Echo.

—Bulwer didn’t know he was actually a man.

“That person…” Norman hesitated.

"Although Lady Aikos may seem eccentric, she is actually not difficult to get along with."

Bulwer assumed his worried expression stemmed from fear and gently advised, "I've gotten to know her a bit over the years. It's much better to go to her than the church; at least we all know each other well."

Seeing Bulwer's slightly flushed face, a flash of lightning struck Norman's mind, making him shudder.

"Do you admire Aikos?" he blurted out.

Bulwer froze.

But not long after, he relaxed again.

“What difference does it make whether she loves me or not…” Bulwer said self-deprecatingly. “After all, she doesn’t even look at princes, so why would she look at a lowly dog ​​like me?”

He never revealed his feelings of affection, after all, there were still many things waiting for him to accomplish every day.

If it weren't for the fact that he had a few drinks tonight and was feeling a bit melancholy, he would never have admitted it so readily.

Norman stared at him in shock for a few seconds, stunned.

Then, as if he had suddenly made a decision, his eyes sharpened.

……

After reporting to the city guards' night watchmen, Wayne calmly set off with Tasia to give chase.

Norman has a magical mark left by himself, and no matter where he runs, he cannot escape his senses.

In this situation, the so-called "hunt" is nothing more than a leisurely game.

Tasia didn't ask him why he hadn't explained his gender before, which relieved Wayne somewhat.

But after she saw through his disguise, his image as a highly respected teacher suddenly became precarious.

He could no longer imagine what he would be like in her eyes in the future.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Tasia discreetly.

A slight smile played at the corners of her lips, indicating that she wasn't in too bad a mood.

Wayne felt a little relieved.

“Teacher, I can sense the residual dark magic that he released not long ago. It seems to be not far ahead,” Tasia suddenly said.

Snapping out of his daze, Wayne readily praised, "Not bad, you've improved."

Tasia's smile widened even further.

After crossing several streets, the two arrived at the courtyard of the city guard commander, Bulwer.

Although this place was not a gathering place for ordinary officials and dignitaries, and there was no particular emphasis on extra pomp and circumstance, Wayne still sensed the owner of this place in an instant.

He didn't want to deal with Bulwer right now. If he killed him the moment they met, Tasia and he might be the next ones wanted.

But he didn't want to see Bulwer, while Bulwer seemed to be waiting for a guest to come to his door.