Dark magic is such a familiar term.
In the original plot, the student council president of the Qingxi Academy headquarters would have made a series of actions that harmed the protagonist group, and then gradually introduced the "dark magic" setting in the script.
Unexpectedly, I heard its name so soon.
Back at the Duke's Palace, Wayne followed Elliot thoughtfully and got out of the carriage.
"W-Wayne!"
As soon as he entered the door, Chris screamed and ran towards him and hugged him.
"Well……"
Wayne subconsciously spread his hands to avoid touching her body. "What's going on here?"
After holding him for two seconds, Chris let him go with tears in his eyes.
"Wayne must be frightened when encountering such a change, right?"
She looked up and down Wayne's body, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"
The poor child, who usually has nightmares even when sleeping alone, is suddenly involved in a murder scene.
In front of her eyes, there seemed to be a picture of Wayne shivering in the quilt alone in the middle of the night.
"I'm fine." Wayne showed a helpless expression. "Look, your clothes aren't even wet."
Seeing that he was indeed not injured, Chrissy breathed a sigh of relief.
But she was also full of doubts and confusion.
Logically speaking, Wayne should have never encountered such a vicious incident.
Chrissy could no longer tell whether this was a branch plot that was not described in the original work and actually happened, or whether it was the butterfly effect of the protagonist's halo that did not protect him because she was not by his side.
"Tomorrow, I will go out with Wayne." She looked at Wayne and said seriously.
As long as you keep watching him, he probably won't encounter any disaster that he didn't encounter again.
Wayne was shocked: "If something like this happened, do I still have to go to class tomorrow?!"
"..." Chris's brewing feelings were suddenly interrupted by Wayne.
She held it in for a long time before she said loudly: "Anyway! You must ask me to come with you when you go out!"
After receiving a bombardment from Chris, Wayne also received a lot of greetings from Mrs. Ashwell.
"Oh - my poor child." Ashwell held him in her arms and stroked his head lovingly, "Next time, you must bring more guards when you go out."
Wayne could only smile awkwardly but politely.
The battle raged for most of the night, and everyone gradually calmed down after the Duke said he was sleepy.
"Do I really don't need to sleep with you?" Chris asked very worriedly.
"Really, really not necessary." Wayne rejected her proposal very firmly.
He didn't want to have her move a stool and sit next to him and watch him fall asleep again.
After locking the door, Wayne relaxed a little and lay back on the bed.
He sighed.
When I returned home, there were still so many people caring about me, but what about Camille?
Her family will never talk to her again.
"Really, it's all such nonsense."
Wayne covered his head with the quilt and retreated into the bed.
The night was already very deep, and the rain outside the window stopped before I knew it. After the heavy rain washed away, there was a sense of freshness in the air.
Everything was silent.
Wayne jumped out of bed.
"Dark magic, hum." He said softly, "Let me see who you are."
He took out the dark cloak that he had secretly prepared under the bed and put it on himself.
"——The truth is as good as the law, and the absurdity is not as good as the experience."
The awkward spell was uttered, and endless light emerged from the position between Wayne's eyebrows.
However, all this light was restricted to a certain space, and not a single bit of it came out of the window.
In the blink of an eye, an extremely beautiful figure appeared on the spot, as if it was a startling giant.
A cool breeze blew in from the open window, fluttering the long and smooth blue hair under the cloak.
However, the next second, this figure disappeared.
The bedroom was empty.
…
Baronial House of Colclough.
Although the corpses have been cleaned up, the strong smell of blood still lingers here and cannot be dissipated for a long time.
After transforming into a magical girl, Wayne felt that all the attributes of his body had been greatly improved, and his understanding of how the entire world worked had also changed.
In his perception, clear magic traces remained in this space.
There's his, there's Baron Colclough's, and there's...a transparent, extremely concealed magic wave!
Wayne followed the traces left by the magic wave.
Two blocks away is a high-end residential complex.
Because of the higher terrain, the houses here are already one of the areas with the highest average land prices in the outer city of the royal capital.
The people who live here are basically low-level nobles with a small amount of savings, or some nouveau riche from other places who don't know the customs of the royal capital.
——A real noble will not mix with common people in the outer city.
'It seems to be over here. '
The traces of magic fluctuations extended to a certain villa on the edge of the ramp and then disappeared.
Wayne tightened his cloak and turned it inside.
Although the rain stopped, the sky was still covered with dark clouds and there was not even a trace of moonlight.
But in the night, he didn't need a light source to see clearly.
The house was kept very clean, and there were no fallen leaves in front of the door. It must have been lived in for a long time.
However, there was no human breath coming from inside.
Whether alive or dead.
He pushed the door gently. The door was not locked at all and opened with a sound.
It was like inviting him in.
Entering the hall of the villa, you will see a huge desk.
On the desk, a map covering the entire royal capital was laid out, and a sharp dagger was nailed to the map.
Wayne walked over and saw a letter nailed under the dagger.
He pulled out the dagger and took out the manuscript paper from the envelope.
【Your Excellency:
No matter who you are or why you are here, please allow me to express my sincerest respect to you.
As we all know, debts owed must be repaid, which is an eternal theorem in the world.
Therefore, I have carefully prepared some small gifts to give to those who owed blood debts thirty years ago to remind them not to forget that they still bear heavy debts.
If you know His Majesty King George II, it would be best if you could pass this letter on to him. Thank you very much!
Your faithful friend Laird]
Wayne checked the letter back and forth, but there was nothing surprising.
On the map spread out on the table, the place where the dagger was originally pinned was exactly where the mansion of Baron Colclough was located.
In addition, several places such as the Royal Palace and Duke Wenche's Mansion were specially circled with red ink, as if to remind that the next target was within these red circles.
"Tsk, this won't work."
Wayne said slightly distressed.
If you don't deal with these guys outside, maybe they will come to your door.
He rolled up the letter and map and prepared to take them away.
However, there was suddenly an unusual fluctuation of magic power in the air.
Wayne picked up the map and turned his body slightly to one side.
"Bang!" There was a sound, and a huge torrent of flames passed by him, and the air waves rolled in and almost lifted his hood off.
As far as the eye could see, a large area indoors was reduced to coke.
"Olive, it's too rude to greet guests like this."
Outside the house, a familiar voice sounded.
The dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, and a ray of moonlight fell down.
It illuminated half of Duke Elliot's face hidden in shadow.
"Since your Excellency has come to the royal capital as a guest, please allow me, the host, to host a banquet for a few days."
