Wanda Maximov was distracted for the rest of the day.

Her mind was confused, and everything she did felt like a mess of mush. It's as if as long as she uses her brain a little, that paragraph and that image will jump into her mind clearly.

"You've long been the only one of a kind to me."

One and only......

Are you talking about me?

Fake, right?

Impossible, what are you thinking? Must be daydreaming again.

Pinch-hiss~ It hurts. It doesn't seem to be a dream.

For a whole day, Wanda's brain was in a state of semi-death, as if there was an extremely complex process that took up 90% of the brain's resources. Most of the replies received by anyone who spoke to her throughout the day were energy-efficient and time-saving words such as "um", "oh", and "good", as if her language function had degraded to just these few words.

It wasn't until breakfast time that Pietro watched as his sister unconsciously threw the sugar cube she had apparently wanted to add to the coffee in front of her into her mouth, and then munched on it with a blank face...... He finally couldn't help but poke her with his elbow.

"Huh?" Wanda glanced at him and continued to chew on the candy cube, taking a sip of the coffee she had forgotten to sugar. Petro watched with wide eyes and swallowed...... Okay, anyway, the sugar and coffee are all in the stomach, but the order is not quite right, and the effect may be similar......

"Well, are you alright?" Petro asked tentatively, "You look a little ...... Not very normal. ”

Wanda stopped stiffly, put down the coffee cup in her hand, and suddenly looked at Pietro seriously.

"Pietro, I have an important question for you."

"What?" Pietro picked up his coffee cup.

"Do you think I'm good-looking?"

Pietro looked at her suspiciously.

"Are you sure...... Not stimulated or anything? ”

“...... Michael said he was going on a date with me. ”

Pietro: "Σ(っ°Д°; )っ”

Michael is saying...... Mr. Paso? He asked tentatively.

Wanda nodded slightly.

Pietro blinked twice.

Obediently, it's terrible, what is the situation when my sister makes an appointment with the boss? Well, but if you think about it, if it's the boss, the person is pretty good, and Wanda will definitely not suffer. In case the boss is in a good mood, the two of them can still increase their salaries, and maybe they can send another suite, a supercar or something. Although Pietro can run faster on foot than any car in the world, sports cars are a man's romance after all......

...... No, no, that's not the point at all!

Pyro felt like he had 10,000 questions to ask, but he didn't know where to start. He was still racking his brains on his side, and the doorbell was already ringing.

Wanda got up and went over to open the door. She opened the door and was surprised to find the boss she had been thinking about standing in the doorway in his trademark black trench coat.

"Wanda." He spoke.

"Michael...... Boss. She whispered back, a little subconsciously avoiding his gaze.

Pietro saw the scene at the door from afar, got up with a piece of bread for breakfast in his mouth: "I suddenly remembered...... Belch...... The kitchen faucet is not turned off yet. Well, that's it. You talk slowly......"

With that, he swooped and vanished, leaving a white afterimage.

Michael's expression was serious – as usual. He said, "There's something I need to talk to you about......

"Well, I've figured it out." Wanda nodded vigorously.

"Huh?"

The little witch looked up, her jewel-clear eyes looking straight into his eyes.

"I don't know if I can afford it, but I'll try." She said earnestly and firmly, as if she had summoned great courage, "No matter what happens in the future, no matter what happens, I am willing to ...... No, I should say that I hope to face it with you. My mind has not changed, and it will not change in the future. ”

After finally speaking, she felt an inexplicable sense of relief, and her heart was extremely happy, and she was a little excited. Michael looked at her for a long time, gently reached out and stroked her snow-white cheek, and said, "Thank you, Wanda......"

“...... But what I'm going to talk about today is really something else. ”

Wanda: "(⊙?⊙)"

“......”

***

Kama Taj, Temple.

Splash sparks slice through space and opened circular spell portals. Wanda walked out after Michael, her head bowed, her cheeks as white as frost still slightly crimson.

"Are you sure you want to take her with you?" Doctor Strange looked at the new little witch, a little suspicious.

It wasn't that he hadn't seen Wanda before, but he had never seen her do it. And to be honest, Wanda really doesn't look like a very capable player in terms of appearance...... Especially now she is still hanging her head awkwardly, her face is red, more like an adolescent girl than a witch.

"She can."

A gloomy voice came from behind the two of them, and Doom, dressed in armor, walked out slowly, wrapped in a wide green cloak.

"She's a good and powerful mage." Doom said lightly.

Wanda squinted at him for a while, a little uncertain: "Are you ...... Victor? ”

"It's Victor." Michael Dow.

Wanda said in surprise: "Victor? I almost didn't recognize it. Your armor looks weirder than ever. ”

"I've transformed." Doom said coldly, "Now I am 'Dr. Doom'!" ”

"Dr. Doom? Did you get your degree? Wanda tilted her head, "I remember you didn't even graduate from college?" ”

Doom: "......"

I don't know why, but I always feel as if I can't lift the momentum......

"So it's decided?" Doctor Strange asked, "Just the four of us?" ”

"Ah, it's just the four of us." Michael said.

Wanda looked left and right at the three of them, and saw that the audience seemed to know nothing about the situation. She asked Michael, "Well, what are we going to do?" ”

"Go to hell." Doom said.

"Eh, it's been so long since you learned to joke?" Wanda raised her eyebrows suspiciously, then looked at the faces of the other two, "Wait, are you serious?" ”

"We made a pact with the demon Mephisto, Lord of Hell. In a month, we will go to hell to duel him. Michael explained, "If we win, we'll be able to free Mother Victor's soul." ”

Mephisto ...... Go and duel with Mephisto......

Wanda suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. The most terrifying thing is that when these three people mention this matter, they are more calm than the other, acting as if they are discussing any second-rate villain.

"We still have a month to prepare, so we're going to make the most of it." Michael said, "If I'm not mistaken, the Supreme Mage's collection of books should have quite a few spells dedicated to dealing with conditions in Hell. Strange can teach this to Victor for a while. Then Wanda ......"

He paused, his gaze turning.

“...... This month, I want you to teach me how to use chaos magic. ”