At night, Victor sat in a carriage and returned to his mansion in the royal capital.

The mansion has been rebuilt.

The servants outside the door bowed in unison when they saw their master coming, and opened the door for Victor.

Getting out of the carriage, Victor put his hands in his pockets, and Corcot floated out of the carriage behind him, supported by a white magic.

Even without the white soft clouds beneath her, she was already asleep like a dead pig.

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

The white cloud in the sky floated down and circled around Kokot several times.

The circle in the air lit up slightly, and Victor used his magic to place Kokot on the clouds, and then said softly:

"Take her back to the garden."

Naturally, the clouds did not dare to disobey Victor's order, and with a swish, they flew in the direction of the garden.

In the blink of an eye, there was no trace to be seen.

Victor looked in the direction in which the clouds disappeared and couldn't help but think to himself.

This copy was a great success, and Cocote's help was indispensable.

As a fifth-order mage, Kokot's role is even greater than that of the previous fourth-order.

If there is a comparison, it is the system upgrade of the "copy".

Although there is also the credit of the magic mirror, which makes the world more real.

However, the matter of Kokot's becoming a fifth-order mage has not yet been notified to the Mage Council.

After all, since returning from the Elven Forest, she has been busy with the tasks entrusted to her by Victor.

So much so that although Kocot has become a fifth-order mage, he has not yet learned any fifth-order magic.

Victor looked at the dark garden and searched in his mind,

In the game, the more practical fifth-order magic can basically be learned in Endymion's magic library.

It seems that there is a chance to return to Endymion.

Thinking of this, Victor shook his head.

He turned and entered the mansion, and the quiet compound made even Victor's steps brisk.

Walking into the mansion, in front of the gate, I happened to see Lia standing in the doorway, as if she had just gone downstairs.

She put her hands on her chest, looked at Victor, and asked.

"Coming back?"

"Didn't you say that the assessment would take a long time?"

Victor nodded and replied lightly.

"Well, it's not over."

The practical assessment of the freshmen lasted for three days.

For three days, the new students will stay in the mirror world.

But Victor came back early.

Because he doesn't need to be there all the time watching the freshmen.

Other professors and deans observe students in the mirror inside the college.

Even the Empress herself stayed in the Academy.

Probably because of Aurelian.

But all in all, if the queen is in the academy, the safety of those students is naturally not a problem.

No matter how safe a place is, there is no safety around royalty.

It is also the longest freshman examination in the history of the Royal Academy of Magic.

Of course, if a new student voluntarily gives up during the assessment, he will be safely released from the bright mirror.

Her eyes kept drifting to the side, and her face was a little stiff, which made her feel a little embarrassed.

After all, since the last time she found out that Victor was peeking at her diary, she really didn't know what to do with her brother.

However, Victor didn't seem to mind, as if it had never happened.

He calmly walked past Leah and headed upstairs.

Leah opened her mouth to say something:

"Gwen She ......"

Are you okay?

But in the end, he couldn't shout.

Her voice was very soft, very soft, except for Lia herself.

Victor didn't even hear the inquiry, which was quieter than the sound of mosquitoes.

She sighed and watched Victor drift away, her lips closing slightly.

Victor gently pushed open the wooden door of the study and began rummaging through the neat counter.

The aftermath of the battle did not hurt the place, and each book rested on it intact.

Victor's fingertips swiped over the spine of the book, eventually stopping at an old, heavy ancient book.

Driven by magic, the book floated into Victor's hand.

Turning the page, he browsed.

It is a mythical story about the gods who gave their devotees thoughts in ancient times.

The ideas given by different gods have their own characteristics, and the sense of fanatical enthusiasm contained in them has gradually evolved into various beliefs over time.

Years later, those who possessed absolute faith were hailed as messengers of God.

In order to redeem the gods, they carried out their faith to the end.

They were convinced that this was the only way to show the gods that humanity needed them.

Victor read it carefully and gently closed the book.

There is more than one kind of goddess, and of course there is more than one god.

Therefore, there are naturally many fanatical believers who revere different gods.

They have basically completely distorted the original ideas of the gods, relying on a single and stubborn interpretation to carry out the original will of the gods.

But in this book, their behavior is even over-glorified.

In the game's setting, fanatical believers of different gods have only one common goal: to find the Son of God.

They believe that the Son of God is a human being who is perfectly combined with the power of the Goddess and is the best person to recall the Goddess.

The Son of God, in the eyes of devout believers, is the purest and most sacred representation of the gods on earth.

Therefore, it is not difficult to understand that it is not without reason that the fanatical believers are eyeing Gwen.

They see her as the son of God directly under the goddess of justice.

Ironically, however, the future Gwen, after awakening to a ruthless gesture of justice, showed no mercy to the followers of the goddess of justice.

After the death of Emperor Oberly, many evil creatures took advantage of that time.

Followers of the goddesses are equally ready to move.

As a result, they were killed by Gwen, who was carrying out justice, and I don't know how many.

For now, though, they are still hidden in the dark.

Victor put down the book, squinted his eyes, and looked out the window.

A full moon hung high in the sky, and the white moon seemed to carry a strange black evil aura.

The black inadvertently spilled into the back of the moon and disappeared without a trace.

In the darkness of the moonlight, Vega's figure blocked the white moonlight, and the shadow loomed on the ground.

It was flying around at this time, the sound of wings waving echoed in the night wind.

After a while, the crow seemed tired and quietly landed on the branch.

"Damn Victor, how can a contractor let his god spy on others!?"

Vega complained angrily, but made it to her destination.

It stood on a branch and looked straight at the Delin House.

The huge mansion was so calm that it didn't even turn on a few lights, and it looked particularly lonely against the white moonlight.

Then, Vega's one-eyed eye turned extremely blue.

In Vega's gaze, it saw.

There were countless black streaks like writhing, and they were slowly climbing towards the depths of Nadrin Mansion.

It's weird.

Vega had never seen a god with such a group of believers.

Sure enough, only that group of stubborn and dictatorial goddesses would have such a group of blind brainless fans.

Vega put away her sharp gaze and pecked her jet-black wings with her beak, trying her best to act like an ordinary crow.

At this moment a servant came out, carrying a lamp, standing at the door of the mansion and looking around, even glancing up at the high canopy.

Because it was so dark, she could only notice a crow standing on a branch, not that this crow had only one eye.

The servant's gaze averted and re-entered the mansion before Vega flapped her wings and flew towards Gwen's bedroom window.

Gwen's bedroom, it's no stranger.

Vega walked through the window and approached the bed.

It saw the silvery, tough knight, lying unconscious on the bed, eyes closed.

I didn't seem to feel any discomfort on my body, but I couldn't wake up.

It was as if in an endless slumber.

Vega looked at the unconscious Gwen, and thought with some amusement:

Why don't you let Victor come over and kiss her, maybe she'll wake up?

Isn't there often such a wonderful plot in this story?

But Vega knew in her heart that this almost ridiculous approach would definitely not work.

It stood in place, a pitch-black formation under its feet gradually and mysteriously constructed, and the chaotic tentacles only waved for a moment before gradually ceased.

A pitch-black glow gradually enveloped Gwen's body, giving it a mysterious and evil feeling.

Vega looked at Gwen and said with a slurp:

"I don't know why Victor is the only one who pays special attention to you."

"Cut, let's think it's for him."

It shuddered, and a jet-black feather landed gently beside Gwen's bed.

Then, Vega seemed to turn into a puddle of black water, sliding down the ground by the window, and the entire crow's body disappeared.

The black feather rested on Gwen's pillow, following Gwen's even breathing.

The black feathers shimmered in the moonlight, like a jewel, shimmering with mysterious brilliance.

Vega flapped her wings in the sky and was about to fly towards the Clevenna Mansion.

But suddenly, it blinked and felt something was wrong.

Then the body flipped in a circle in the air, flying in a direction that was completely in conflict with the original.

In the woods near the royal capital, a white figure kept hunting all kinds of monsters.

The blood trickled down the grass and slowly converged into a stream, reflecting the bright red moonlight.

The corpses of the demonic beasts that exposed their bones were piled up into a small mountain, standing silently in the moonlight.

Sephilos slashed the monster's throat with a sharp blade, then threw the monster onto the corpse.

She leaned against the mountain of corpses, violently devouring her gains, and by the way, she packed all the materials that had fallen out of the monster's body into her own pocket.

When Saffhiroth swallowed a piece of demonic beast flesh, the hairs on her body suddenly stood on end, and she felt danger suddenly coming.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she stared deadly ahead.

Whoosh——!

An arrow that glittered like ice crystals flew towards Sephiroth, glittering in the moonlight.

Sephiroth instinctively dodged the onslaught attack.

She looked back and saw an old man with white hair with a wrinkled face.

The old man's face has the perseverance of the years, and there are still some deep scars on his face,

He rode a horse, accompanied by a group of strong magicians with various props.

All of them were dressed in white cloaks with the same symbol, like the only snow and ice on the grassland, which stood out.

"Tsk, I thought it was some kind of monster, but I didn't expect it to be a person."

The old man saw Saphiroth clearly, and slowly put away the ice bow and arrow that he had conjured in his hand.

Glaring at the man on the side, he asked:

"Levi, what do you think?"

The man on the side rode up to the old man's side and lifted his hood.

A head of golden hair looked particularly dazzling in the moonlight, and the man's eyes flashed with a blue light like rippling water waves:

"There's something wrong with her."

"Let's catch them alive first."