Free Web NovelChapter 277: Chapter 275: Sea God Substitute
Somewhere in the manor of a noble family in Huijin City.
A young noble named Kreif is swirling a wine glass, watching a girl fighting in the hall.
"Oh, Anarce, how irrational of you. If you had reached Tier Two and came here, I might have feared you, but you’re only at Tier One now."
"That bastard Nosen really knows how to handle things. He took my stuff and returned it afterward."
"Not bad, not bad. Seems well-trained. I’ll teach her a bit more, and maybe she’ll be useful."
Swish!
Anarce’s sword plunged into a mage’s heart, and she kicked him aside. She pointed her longsword at Kreif: "This will be your last smile."
Kreif laughed heartily: "You can barely hold on now; you haven’t even defeated my death warriors. How can you kill me? Though the school is close by, don’t worry, I won’t give you a chance to escape back."
Anarce remained silent, closing her eyes and recalling the mysterious person she met on the way—
"Do you know why you found the noble mastermind so easily?"
"I know."
"Are you determined to face them?"
"..."
"If you fail, your good friend Hilia will seek revenge for you out of anger, and she will lose her candidacy. Will you still go?"
"..."
"Do you truly know who should be killed?"
"..."
"It’s not those gangs, nor Kreif whom you are about to face. It’s..."
"I know. No matter it’s the gangs, Kreif, or... I’ll kill them all, but... he’s a Tier Three Mage. I’m not Hilia, and I don’t have the strength to defeat a Tier Three Mage. I..."
"You do."
"I... do?"
"Take this, and you’ll have the power to scorn all your enemies."
"Is this... the Heart of the Magic Puppet?"
"Put it on your magic puppet."
"..."
Anarce opened her eyes again, feeling an endless surge of magic power from the magic puppet resonating with her emotions. freeweɓnovel.cøm
This magic power enhanced not only the puppet’s combat prowess but even affected her.
She looked at Kreif above, who was watching the show, and issued a command to the magic puppet.
"Kill them!"
The magic puppet seemed possessed by a god, unleashing combat strength far surpassing Tier One... no, far surpassing Tier Two, killing all the mages in a few turns and facing Kreif, its longsword pointing at his forehead.
Bang!
Kreif’s wine glass fell to the ground, shattering instantly.
He stared wide-eyed at the magic puppet before him and the stunned Anarce, shouting in horror: "You’re—you’re not Anarce, who are you?"
Poof!
The longsword had pierced through Kreif’s forehead, pinning him to his seat.
The surging magic on the magic puppet gradually dissipated, and Anarce felt the puppet’s body starting to crack.
As she was still in a daze, the voice of a girl supporter reached her ears.
"Such overwhelming power! Have you received the blessing of a god?"
Anarce turned her head and saw a somewhat familiar figure.
The person approached and introduced herself: "You’re Hilia’s friend, aren’t you? My name is Benovia. You may not believe it, but I’ve been guided by a god to come and reclaim the Heart of the Magic Puppet from your magic puppet."
Benovia glanced at the scene’s carnage, wrinkling her nose slightly, "I’ll also help you clean up this mess."
Anarce was stunned for a moment, then recalled the mysterious person: "Reclaim the Heart of the Magic Puppet? Are you that mysterious person?"
"Mysterious person? I don’t know, but I can guess that you must have encountered someone from that organization."
"Which organization?"
"Secret, anyway, your task is done, and now I must reclaim the heart. Don’t worry, I’ll clean up here, and the sheriff won’t come looking for you."
Watching Benovia walk towards the magic puppet, Anarce suddenly remembered something and called out: "Wait a moment."
Benovia turned back: "Is there anything else?"
Anarce remained silent for a moment and then said, "I... haven’t finished. There’s one more person."
"You should’ve said that earlier. Do you want to find him now, or will he come here?"
"I want him to come here."
"Alright, then we’ll deal with it together later. I’ll leave first, call me when you’re done."
After saying this, Benovia directly left.
Before leaving, she glanced at Anarce’s magic puppet, showing a curious look.
Anarce took a deep breath, ignoring the thick stench of blood, and opened her bracelet to send a message to Nosen.
"I did it, can you come over? I’m so scared."
Nosen’s reply was quick: "You did it? Wait, are you in Kreif’s house? I’m on my way."
Half an hour later, Nosen charged into Kreif’s house with a group.
In his shock, he didn’t notice that the scene of him breaking in, was recorded by Benovia.
Nosen entered the main hall of Kreif’s manor, and the strong stench of blood made him cough a few times.
Looking up, he saw Kreif dead in the main seat, with corpses strewn across the chaotic hall.
Anarce leaned against a pillar, her head buried in her knees, seemingly crying.
Upon hearing the sound, Anarce raised her head and looked at Nosen, "Lord Nosen, I did it. Can you come and hug me?"
However, Nosen did not go forward to hug her but instead ordered: "Tie her up."
Two subordinates promptly rushed over and tied Anarce up.
Anarce looked up, staring at Nosen: "Why?"
Nosen said: "You killed a noble; it’s hard to settle this matter peacefully. I need to set an example by pretending to bind you and send you back first. After the storm passes, you’ll come out again."
Anarce calmly replied: "You can hug me before tying me up."
Nosen watched as his subordinates took a dagger from Anarce’s body and smiled slightly: "You’ve been influenced by Kreif, Anarce, you need to calm down."
Anarce still stared at Nosen, slowly saying: "Nosen, you know, back then, when I was bullied, you stepped out while passing by, and I thought you were my prince.
"I had no other thoughts then, just wishing that once I became a mage, I’d come to find you, willing to be your follower. Later, my father and mother were killed by them. Even then, I didn’t think of you. After you appeared and drove them away for me, I was willing to be your follower, your accompanying mage."
Nosen frowned: "There’s no need to say anymore, Anarce, I trust you, go back and calm yourself first."
It was as if Anarce hadn’t heard his words, continuing as if speaking to herself: "But every time we meet, you’re still so distant, showing a wary attitude towards anything I do, leaving me confused. Until later, I discovered that you nobles enjoy driving young civilian girls to despair, relishing the agony of desperate girls becoming your slaves.
"I didn’t want to believe you’re like them, but your distance, your wariness, and what you make other followers do are constantly telling me, yes, you are."
Deep blue light emerged from Anarce, her aura steadily rising.
