’Ugly in a unique way...’
But in an instant, the figure vanished. It seemed to have come simply to greet him and leave an impression.
Wei’en had to admit, she had certainly left a deep impression.
At the same time, a faint fluctuation of Origin Power appeared in his mind, just outside his Origin World. It allowed him to clearly sense Mitra’s condition.
If he so wished, he could even use this wisp of Origin Power to snuff out Mitra’s life directly.
The sensation was similar to that of the Undead Creatures known as Deadpools, but much, much clearer.
At that moment, Mitra also sensed the Origin Power in her own mind. It glowed with an alternating black and red light, like two sharp swords piercing her Origin Core, extinguishing any thought of resistance.
’What a bizarre Origin Power. It has two different Extraordinary traits... As expected of my master. Not only is he exceptionally talented and strong, but even his power is unlike anyone else’s...’
"Master, you’ll protect me, won’t you~?"
’Master?’
’She’s getting into character already?’
’Mitra truly is a woman full of surprises!’
With this thought, Wei’en looked at her and chuckled. "I need more information on Ales. You know what to do, don’t you?"
Meeting his clear gaze, Mitra could only sit up straight, placing her hands on her knees and creating a deep cleavage. Her expression turned ’proper’ as she said seriously, "Master, please rest assured. I will contact Ales and Old Jack as soon as possible to find out the exact time he will arrive on the island."
She showed no resistance to the title "Master." On the contrary, she very naturally slipped into the role of a maidservant.
Now that she had made her decision and acted on it, serving this young Wizard well became her one and only goal.
’Oh, great Master, please take me with you to the pinnacle~’
Wei’en faintly sensed her thoughts through their Origin Power connection and couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly. He hadn’t expected her to have such a "grand" ambition.
Thankfully, his time with Clelia had greatly increased his resistance. Otherwise, he might have ended up like Marco, a man who only thinks with his lower body.
"Besides them, also help me track the locations of the Dawn Church’s Saintess of Judgment and Saintess of Valor."
"Of course. Our organization’s intelligence division should know. I will have them send the information over shortly."
"Good. Do as you see fit."
"So..." Once their business was concluded, Mitra asked with a hint of anticipation, "Master, will you be staying here for a while?"
’As long as I can spend more time with him, I refuse to believe that with my stunning figure and skills, I won’t be able to win his favor...’
’Stay here?’
Wei’en shook his head. "I’ll contact you."
Since he had decided to confront Ales and the two Saintesses from the Dawn Church on this island, he had to be thoroughly prepared.
Otherwise, the two Saintesses, with their ability to summon a divine projection, could kill him on their own.
"Alright then, Master. I’ll wait here for your summons."
Mitra knew that through their Origin Power connection, they could communicate without any barriers, so she wasn’t worried about being unable to reach Wei’en.
’No need to rush...’
"Mm."
Saying this, Wei’en picked up Little White Fur and looked towards the densely populated trading area in the distance. "Remember to clean this place up."
Then, he used a Blink Spell and vanished.
"Understood..."
Mitra watched the numerous illusory figures and pouted. "He’s leaving already? Has my charm faded? Or... Huh?!"
Before she could finish, she saw the phantom clones turn to her, each smiling as they chanted a phrase in strangely accented Gonzalez:
"Mens, Di."
Before she could react, several Charm Spells landed on her.
’A Charm Spell?’
Her vision blurred. The dozen or so figures of Wei’en solidified, their crimson eyes watching her "gently."
’I... You... What are you doing?’
’Giving you a little gift, of course. Hehe.’
’A gift?’
’What is it?’
Then, she saw the "Wei’ens" remove their black Wizard Robes. They surrounded her, reaching out their hands...
’No, no, no...’
"Stop... at this rate, I’ll... break?"
Mitra snapped back to reality, her body trembling. Face flushed, she stared at the empty room and gasped for breath.
After who knows how long, she finally calmed down. Biting her lip, she got up and began wiping down the table and chairs, removing Wei’en’s scent and any other traces to prevent anyone from using a Magic Potion to detect anything unusual.
"So wicked..."
[Your phantom clone’s Charm Spell hit Mitra Mildred Blavens. Charmed state lasts for 30 seconds. Evaluation: Charming a compatible user of the Desire Origin... a good move! Special Reward: Survival Points +20, Resilience Level +2, Spirit Level +2.]
Elsewhere, Wei’en sensed Mitra’s current state through their Origin Power connection and couldn’t help but crack a strange smile.
The Charm Spell’s effect was to give her what she most desired in that moment, while also stimulating her senses...
"I hope she likes this welcoming gift..."
...
...
In a stretch of sea still some distance from Aleksey Island, a Five-Masted Sailing Ship bearing the flag of the Dawn Church cut through the waves at great speed, heading straight for its destination.
"...Oh? So you mean you want me to capture him alive?"
Celestia sat languidly on a golden chair at the ship’s bow. A Dawn emblem was carved into its back, catching the sunlight and casting a gleam across the solemn Judgment Knights on deck.
They kept their heads slightly bowed. Even though they heard the voice and saw the magnificent figure hovering before the ship’s figurehead, they dared not move, remaining as still as statues.
"And what if I don’t agree?"
"The Ghost Soul School is taking a hard stance this time? Then let them come!"
"My apologies, Your Holiness Pope Saint Jobin. Be it a Legendary Bone, a legendary lich, or even their own headmaster—by the divine oracle of the great Dawn, I *will* bring judgment to Wei’en Loft!"
"..."
Once the figure vanished, Celestia glanced at the blonde girl beside her. "It seems that Wizard you’re so concerned about has more powerful backing than we imagined."
A soft smile touched Kali’s lips. "Lady Celestia, please don’t jest. I am not concerned about Wei’en."
"Is that the point? Melbel, do you think she’s telling the truth?"
Melbel shot her a glance, then turned to face the sea, as if something out on the water had caught his attention.
Celestia pouted, deciding to ignore these two followers of the Desecration Authority who so clearly defied the tenets of Dawn. She beckoned. "Farid, what’s their position?"
"Your Eminence," a Judgment Knight knelt on one knee, "The heretic’s position is fixed on Aleksey Island. We surmise he will remain there for some time."
"Oh? Then how long until we arrive?"
"At our current speed, it will take ten days. If we use a Divine Power-assisted boost, we can make landfall in five days at the earliest, but that will consume the power of the Divine Statue..."
Celestia nodded, thought for a moment, and decided, "Then keep the travel time under eight days."
"Understood..."
Kali watched quietly from the side as Celestia made her arrangements, feeling a stir within her heart.
Ever since Lisi told her what happened between her and Wei’en, she understood that something had changed within her.
Although this awareness had faded to a vague notion over time, she still forced herself to remember what had happened.
’I don’t want to become a puppet controlled by my Authority!’
’Wei’en...’
’We’ve both changed so much...’