What if you ascend to the wrong world?

"Sorry to bother you."

With that, he was the first to go inside, followed by a group of Holy Radiance Warriors who filed in and began searching the suite.

The movements were rough and violent; they almost turned the entire suite upside down.

However, everyone seemed to be blind, completely ignoring Irene Wett standing in the center of the living room.

just now……

What's happening here?

"Come and sit down, they'll leave once they can't find us," Ye Tu said.

Irene Vitte paused for a moment before realizing that the person was talking to her.

He looked around again, searching everywhere, and saw the Holy Radiance Warrior looking like a fool, as well as Yann and the priest standing not far away.

"..."

He walked silently to the balcony and sat down at the table opposite him.

"Although you're not in good shape right now, you're still better than these people. Why are you running away?" Ye Tu asked curiously.

In his perception, most of Irene Vitte's magic was sealed by a pure and bright power.

But even if it's just that small remaining portion, its total number still surpasses that of the griffin encountered when riding the Skyrail train. Yann, the priest, and those Holy Radiance Warriors are even less of a threat.

"I can't lay a hand on them."

"Ok?"

“My ancestors made a pact with the Lord of Dawn in the name of Frostfeather. His descendants are to protect the Dawn Empire and must not harm the Lord of Dawn’s followers.”

Is there really such a bizarre contract?

They're practically treating their own descendants like they're not human.

"Then your ancestor was truly a scoundrel."

Irene Vitte did not refute this.

Soon, Yann, the priest, and the Holy Light Warriors finished their search, turning the entire suite upside down.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, for bothering you so late."

Yarn had already led the team away, but the priest felt a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I'll arrange for someone to clean the room again later."

"No need, my magical puppet will clean the room for me. You can go ahead with what you're doing."

He had previously purchased many magical puppets produced by the Mage Guild for research purposes, including some of the domestic service type.

It is said that there are also some puppets that are popular for certain 'special needs', but unfortunately they were not included in the list that Ivia gave him.

"Thank you for your understanding." The pastor bowed slightly. "Then I won't disturb you any longer."

With that, the pastor turned and left.

I watched his departing figure.

Did they really dodge it so easily?

Even Irene Vitte herself could hardly believe it. After a couple of seconds of hesitation, she looked at Ye Tu seriously and said:

"Thank you."

"It was nothing," Ye Tu waved his hand.

Upon arriving in the Holy City, he was immediately presented with a copy of "The Covenant of Dawn" in an attempt to brainwash him, so naturally, he had to cause them some trouble in return.

What are your plans next?

"I will go back and wait for the current Pope to die of old age."

As the Demon-Slaying General of the Dawn Empire, the 'pinnacle of imperial military power,' she also has her own team.

According to the original agreement, although she could not lay a hand on the followers of the Lord of Dawn, her status in the Dawn Empire was higher than that of the three archbishops, almost equal to that of the Pope.

Tonight she just accidentally fell into Cyril's trap. As long as she can get back, even if Cyril is the archbishop, he can't do anything to her.

"As for what happens after that..." she paused, then tentatively asked, "Can you help me resolve my physical problems?"

"can."

Although the power that sealed off most of Irene's magic was of a high level, it was nothing special to Ye Tu.

"But what are you willing to give up?"

He won't give without limits.

Just like he had previously made Ivy pay the price of six months of freedom.

Before his ascension, in the turbulent era he lived through, the phenomenon of great kindness turning into enmity had occurred many times.

“Everything I have,” Irene Vitte said calmly, “if you can really help me.”

She has waited too long; she absolutely cannot lose her strength at this moment!

Upon hearing this answer, Ye Tu was about to say something when he suddenly sensed something amiss and glanced to the side.

……

……

The night is getting darker.

Inside the Cathedral of Dawn, suspended above the holy city.

Cyril, sitting behind his desk, looked extremely grim.

A pure, icy blue was reflected in the mirror hanging in front of him, with a thin layer of white frost clinging to its surface. Even the surface of the desk and its surroundings were covered with a thin layer of ice.

Not found!

How could it not have been found!

The golden light in his eyes shone ever brighter, yet it could not completely conceal the violence hidden deep within his pupils.

"It was so hard, so incredibly hard to finally find an opportunity..."

"How could I lose it like this..."

How could we lose [Frostfeather] like this!

How could we lose Irene Vitte like this?!

Cyril, seemingly influenced by some negative force, grew increasingly agitated. As a golden rune appeared deep within his pupils, the image in the mirror changed accordingly.

That pure, icy blue color gradually began to take shape!

But he wanted to go back further.

But the next second!

The image in the mirror suddenly turned completely black, and the deep darkness seemed to contain the ultimate terror.

Click~

As cracks appeared on the mirror, the feeling of being 'watched,' or rather, 'seen' froze him in his chair!

Chapter 5 Holy Magister

Meanwhile, at the other end of the holy city of Loser.

Inside a mage tower of the Mage Association.

Top floor.

A gray-white circular space, open and spacious.

Moonlight shone through the transparent crystal embedded at the top of the mage tower, illuminating the entire space.

Apart from the stone platform in the very center where the crystal ball is placed, there are no other objects.

"Hey! Can you hear me?"

Ivia stood in front of the stone platform, her right hand constantly tapping the crystal ball.

However, the light screen projected by the crystal ball kept flickering, appearing and disappearing as if there was a poor signal.

[Connecting to the legal system and establishing a communication channel, please wait...]

"These products from five years ago are really unreliable."

Snapped!

While internally complaining, Ivia slapped it again with all her might.

This time, the projected light screen finally stabilized, but the crystal ball suddenly began to vibrate at an extremely high frequency.

[Warning! Due to unknown interference, access to the legal network has failed; mental channel establishment has failed...]

Red warning text kept appearing on the projected screen, looking somewhat frightening.

[Self-destruct program initiating, 5, 4, 3...]

(???*)？

When did this thing get a self-destruct program?!

The teacher changed the papers randomly again!

Ivia quickly took a few steps back and erected a magical barrier.

However, the crystal ball did not explode after the countdown ended, and the red warning text on the screen disappeared, replaced by a smiley face.

(≧▽≦)！

[Scared, weren't you!]

As a line of text appeared on the light screen, a dazzling purple light, like the aurora borealis, shone from the depths of the crystal ball.

"Honey."

A soft, alluring, and seductive female voice, so sweet it melts into your bones, came from within.

The light inside the crystal ball grew increasingly dazzling.

The hazy shadows gradually solidified under the moonlight.

She was a mature, elegant, and intellectual woman, wearing a purple dress adorned with tiny crystals that accentuated her stunning curves.

Her slightly curly purple hair cascaded over her shoulders, and behind her glasses, her jewel-like purple eyes seemed to shimmer with moisture, with a small mole adorning the corner of her eye.

She reached out and gently hugged Ivy, her glossy red lips lightly kissing her forehead.

"It's been so long, did you miss me?"

Vice President of the Mage Guild, Saint Archmage Daphne Fairchild.

Good evening, teacher.

Ivia broke free from Daphne's embrace and took a step back.

"Hmm? Does this mean you're disliking your teacher? That will make your teacher sad."

Daphne looked sad, as if she was about to cry at any moment.

Ivia, however, looked serious:

"Teacher, my problem is solved."

Daphne paused, finally putting away her joking thoughts.

“I went to the ancient god's ruins three days ago…” Ivia explained.

"Ancient God Ruins?" Daphne frowned slightly. "Darling, you should have discussed it with me before going to such a dangerous place."

"If I tell you that, do you think I can still go..."

Ivia muttered.

Daphne was somewhat helpless:

"Darling, I'm worried about you."