Free Web NovelInside the brightly lit fruit shop, Youze casually exchanged a few words here and there with the boss behind her while keeping her gaze tightly locked on Jasmine.
Jasmine wanted to turn around and run, but the gaze from ahead made her too afraid to move recklessly. It felt as though she were a snake-catcher facing down a venomous serpent—once she revealed fear first, she would suffer a fatal strike.
“This is bad, this woman seems really strong.”
Irena was extremely nervous, her eyes involuntarily darting toward the captain. In her understanding, Yuelong should be the strongest among the four of them.
But she felt that this enemy blocking their path was obviously much stronger than the captain. The captain alone wouldn’t be a match.
But they had three and a half people on their side—Jasmine counted as 0.5.
With few enemies and many on our side, we should be able to win, right?
Youze paid no attention to Irena’s small movements. Instead, she continued speaking slowly,
“I didn’t originally plan to come chat with you all early. But I had no choice—your mother destroyed the thing I left behind ahead of time. That made me very sad... To make up for my loss, I suppose the daughter shall compensate for the mother.”
“You’re sick in the head! Coming to cause trouble for us for that?!”
Irena frowned, stepping forward to stand protectively in front of Jasmine, chest puffed out. “Instead of going to find that white-haired big-breasts woman for trouble, you come looking for us? Bullying the weak, picking on the small—what kind of hero or tough guy does that make you?”
Turning her face slightly, Youze looked at the yellow-haired girl who stepped forward, though her expression still didn’t change.
“Your mother is that legendary fire mage whose name is carved into the Magic Academy’s Merit Stele—Serestia, right? At fifteen she had already crossed the threshold of High-Rank Mage and become a Magister. Mm. As her daughter, you seem to have only inherited the temper, not much of the ability.”
“You, you, you...”
Irena’s cheeks flushed bright red. She would turn fifteen next year, yet she had only just recently stepped into High-Rank Mage, and even that wasn’t stable.
To stand firmly as a ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) High-Rank Mage in under ten months, and then attempt to break through to Magister... that was nearly impossible for Irena.
After all, she took three years just to cross from Mid-Rank Mage to High-Rank Mage. And the higher the level, the harder the breakthrough—experience requirements rose exponentially, and the demands on innate talent grew harsher.
Youze’s gaze did not linger long on the badly-shaken Irena. It moved next to Allison.
“You are not bad. As the daughter of the former succubus queen Isadora, the only one who has ever washed her identity clean through Holy Marriage, you not only perfectly conceal the demonic scent of your succubus bloodline, but you also cultivate various vocal magic arts of the Tribunal. Mm... Looks like you’ll advance to Magister soon. Very good.”
Her words made Allison freeze for a moment.
It seemed she hadn’t expected Youze to have dug up all their identities so thoroughly, to know their abilities inside and out. Yet they only had a paper-thin level of information about her.
Youze’s gaze slid off Allison as though she were casually evaluating a dessert before a meal, then finally landed on the last red-haired girl.
She clicked her tongue lightly.
“I almost thought you were the Sword Emperor of the Royal Palace. Heh. Speaking of which, I even had a meal with your teacher once. A pity that back then, the one by her side wasn’t you, the second disciple, but the first disciple—the one who died several years ago.”
“But your talent is terrifying. Looks like you already stood firmly as a Magister before turning fourteen. If you were given a few more years, perhaps the entire Royal Capital’s younger generation would be bowing beneath your reputation.”
As she spoke, she sighed softly, as though jealous. “That woman does have good taste in choosing students. Every one of them has such extraordinary talent. Their futures cannot be described.” freewebnovel.cσ๓
“But...”
She licked her lips, like a diner who had evaluated the appetizer and was now ready to properly enjoy the real dessert—her gaze openly falling upon the three girls,
“...what a pity that woman’s students never live long. And you too... will become my next step upward.”
“......”
Yuelong replied only with silence, her already expressionless face turning even colder.
Youze’s gaze shifted once more and returned to Jasmine. But this time her tone held regret.
“I’m curious what you would look like once grown. But... I may never get to see it. The Hero Who Became a Monster Girl Will Never Fall to Evil—available on ‘Renrenshuku’ free-reading app, search ‘Renrenshuku’ on Baidu to download the Android APP; latest chapters available anytime!”
“But it doesn’t matter if I cannot see your future. I believe... your mother will bring me far more satisfaction than you.”
Youze slowly moved her steps, approaching Jasmine.
Jasmine gripped her wand tightly. Her flat chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. She did not speak, but the tension all over her body was nearly overflowing.
“Strange... Are you really your mother’s biological daughter?”
Suddenly, Youze looked at Jasmine and said these words.
“Of course I am!” Jasmine burst out loudly. She hated villains who tried to provoke her relationship with her mother the most!
She immediately raised her wand to attack—but Allison grabbed her hand.
“Don’t be impulsive...!”
However, before the words even finished, she saw Irena—standing in front of Jasmine—finally unable to endure being toyed with any longer.
“Go die, you rotten, stinking woman!”
The red magic crystal in Irena’s hand flared brilliantly, forming a short blade of condensed mana. Like a fiery beam, it shot straight toward Youze’s chest.
Clang!
Youze lifted her fingers casually and pinched the incoming blade, applying slight pressure.
Crack!
The high-purity magic crystal worth several thousand gold coins was crushed on the spot.
But Irena didn’t care at all. With a light flip of her other hand, five more magic crystals of various colors appeared—used in the exact same disposable fashion!
The multicolored light lit up the entire fruit shop.
Youze raised her hand fluidly to block, her eyes still calm like a deep well, as though merely playing with children.
Crack! Crack!
Allison’s eyelids twitched. In only a few seconds, this yellow-haired teammate had burned tens of thousands of gold coins!
Her own family wasn’t poor, but seeing Irena fight like this still made her heart ache for unknown reasons.
Even if your family owns mines, you can’t burn money like this!
A pea-sized mana sphere appeared between Youze’s fingers, and she flicked it toward Irena.
—Thud!
In an instant, Irena was struck head-on and sent flying, crashing onto the fruit stand in a miserable heap.
Boom!
The fruit shop owner screamed as well, but no one paid attention.
On the other side, seeing her teammate get hit, Jasmine could endure no longer. She immediately broke free of Allison’s hand and rushed toward Irena’s direction while simultaneously weaving a spell to counterattack.
Allison was dumbfounded: how is this one also a reckless lunatic? Who taught her?!
Several light-blue spears appeared beside Jasmine, whistling through the dust toward Youze.
However, Youze didn’t even bother lifting her hand. She walked toward the light spears the same way an ordinary person would casually walk forward.
Ssshh!
The spears—moving nearly a hundred meters per second—stopped dead ten centimeters in front of Youze’s eyes, then began retreating as Youze continued walking forward.
She kept walking, and the spears, crushed by an invisible pressure, shattered into motes of magic light and dissipated in mid-air.
Far behind, Jasmine—whose spell had been forcibly broken—stumbled and fell to the ground.
“Too weak. You’re not even qualified to make me lift a hand.”
Youze stopped walking, bent down, picked up an orange, and peeled it while glancing playfully at the two who hadn’t acted yet: Allison and Yuelong.
“Aren’t you two going to come at me together? I still have things to do...”
