Click—
In the ruins of the basent, Hell’s black fog, ceaselessly searching every inch of ground, suddenly triggered an inconspicuous defensive spell.
This spell was placed on the wall, protecting a small niche.
The mont the spell on the niche was activated, all the puppets controlled by Kumier braced themselves for battle. Ronald, seeing the opponent’s deanor, also imdiately realized that the object found by the fog was key.
At this very mont, the atmosphere inside the building reached a pinnacle of tension.
Kumier was well aware that there was no room to ease the relationship between them, and also understood that surrendering now would be futile.
Yet in this situation that was absolutely not in her favor,
She still found herself significantly weaker than Ronald before her.
Seeing no chance of victory in the fight... then the only option was to look for other ways to escape.
"Ronald, listen to !"
Kumier’s mind raced.
As the basent fog surged toward the niche and began to attempt to break the spell above it, she spoke to Ronald with a tone of burning her boats behind her:
"I can enter into a contract with you, one bound by the power of magic!"
"Let go tonight, and until the day I die, I will never be your enemy in any form, on any matter!"
"..."
Ronald was not interested in the terms proposed by Kumier.
At the sa ti as the opponent began to speak of concession, he, on the contrary, strengthened his support for the magic power from Hell. In just a flash, the spell covering the niche crumbled under the fog’s relentless assault, completely destroyed.
Following that, along the cracks of the niche, the fog imdiately rushed inside.
Faced with such a situation, Kumier had no ti to bargain and imdiately brought out her biggest bargaining chip for negotiation:
"Ronald, your identity!"
"You must be very curious how you got here, aren’t you?"
"The only heir of the Adler family, his body taken over by a creature of unknown origin, and moreover, one that possesses the ability to decipher the original texts—do you really want such a thing to spread?"
"..."
Hearing Kumier speak of this, Ronald’s actions finally hesitated for a mont.
Unfortunately for her, things did not go as Kumier had anticipated.
Ronald’s hesitation lasted only a mont, after which his expression grew even grimr.
Controlled black fog from Hell burrowed into the niche of the basent.
In a matter of seconds, an object wrapped in cloth was pulled out.
Swoosh—
From the basent all the way up to the ground level.
In just a few breaths, Ronald casually caught the object thrown into his hands by the fog.
Then, looking at Kumier who dared not move rashly, Ronald spoke:
"You’re very concerned about this, aren’t you?"
"..."
Just as Ronald said, Kumier’s pair of wooden eyeballs stared unwaveringly at the object in his hand, not shifting for even a second.
This attitude.
Undoubtedly it underlined the importance of what was in Ronald’s hands.
Hesitating for a mont, Kumier also made her final effort, her tone as friendly as she could manage:
"Ronald, I suggest you rethink this."
"Sotis dialogue is easier than force in solving problems."
Ronald, however, t Kumier’s gaze with an indifferent smile:
"Those words, had they been said a few days earlier in the wilderness, before you specifically set an ambush for ... perhaps, they’d have a one in a thousand chance of working?"
And then, right in front of Kumier.
Ronald untangled the wrapped cloth strips.
Unexpectedly, yet still within reason.
Beneath the cloth, wrapped around an object, was a delicate tool designed to crack walnuts, shaped like a doll intended to appeal to children.
A walnut clamp little man.
Or more precisely—a Nutcracker.
Was this really an original text? Could a conduit for passing on knowledge also take the form of such an object?
Doubts sprouted instantly in Ronald’s mind.
He, of course, knew of the fairy tale of the Nutcracker and so of its derivatives.
But to say that this is an original text, absolutely unrelated to books, was indeed a first for him.
Especially as a holder of multiple original texts.
Ronald could now clearly sense the magical power emanating from this Nutcracker.
Without a doubt, this thing was definitely the fundantal source of Kumier’s spell abilities!
Boom—
Suddenly, a violent commotion arose from the side of the building.
In the mont before Ronald and Kumier could react, an invisible force shattered the exterior wall of the office building. Amid the spraying dust and stone debris, Ronald caught a fleeting glimpse.
Beneath the pitch-black night sky.
A silhouette holding an umbrella materialized in the air and was now heading towards the building. This burst of force that erged so suddenly originated from the figure in the air.
...
Alya?
Previously, to accurately control the battle, Ronald had sowhat retracted the range of the "Fury" power’s detection. But even just the silhouette in the dust, he could recognize who it was.
After the last confrontation in the suburbs, Alya had arrived in no ti.
And this ti, acting in Spring City, the guardian of fairy tales arrived even faster!
It was at this mont that Kumier, seemingly seeing an opportunity, didn’t hesitate to speak up:
"Ronald, it’s still not too late for us to make a contract!"
"I can share the spells from this original text with you. You wouldn’t want soone else to co and share the spoils, right? This is an original text, after all!"
...
Ronald’s reaction once again exceeded Kumier’s expectations.
In the building, enveloped by smoke and debris, the man gave her a mocking smile. For a mont, Kumier couldn’t help feeling as if she was a frog in a well, with him looking down from on high.
"Eager to rush toward the original text?"
"To pursue a bit of power, you’d even cast aside your own bottom line?"
"Or is it that... you think I won’t be able to afford a al tomorrow if I lose one original text?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ronald snapped his fingers lightly.
With a ’snap’, the scattered dirt and stones around him rose into the air, directly pinning the bewildered Kumier beneath them.
This ti, the "Angel" exerted an incredible amount of strength, and so of the larger stones, hitting the ground, even embedded deeply into the floor.
Kumier tried to struggle.
However, with her current puppet body, she truly had no chance of escape.
Feeling the pressure on her body, Kumier lifted her resentful gaze upward.
At that mont, a breeze conveniently blew by.
A ray of moonlight piercing through the clouds fell down, illuminating the otherwise obscured night.
The night’s veil, brushed aside of dust, allowed Kumier to see a woman holding an umbrella descending slowly from the sky, who then calmly walked to the shattered breach in the building.
The Ronald who had just defeated her, now politely greeted the woman:
"Alya, you’ve co as well..."
"Good evening, Mr. Ronald—"
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