what happened? Don't you have to sleep most of the night? !
The Duke, who looked extremely tired just now and urged everyone to rest early by saying that he was sleepy, was now standing in the courtyard in high spirits.
Wayne was slightly panicked for a moment, then calmed down again.
Even if he saw this face, Duke Elliot would never recognize his true identity.
Dad, your cheap son has grown up overnight.
"Oh, when did Archduke Laird come back from the dead and turn into a woman?"
A girl with a slightly mocking tone walked into the lobby of the villa. She looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.
There were still a few small fireballs floating around her, illuminating the room that was charred by her bombing.
Wayne was silent for a moment, then used his magic power to utter a feminine voice: "I'm not Laird. In fact, I just came here not long ago."
In his perception, there were at least three magicians hiding in the darkness nearby. They formed horns with each other and blocked his escape route.
"Oh? Then you are?"
The girl didn't seem to believe him.
"The person wearing a cloak who hides his head and tail must not be an upright person, right?"
It seems that he regards himself as a suspect. Wayne thought for a while and said, "Call me Echos."
He threw the object in his hand towards the young girl named Olive.
"These are what I just discovered here. If you want them, I'll give them to you."
If nothing else, these people should be magicians who are closely related to the Wenche family, and may even be members of the retinue of magicians. Wayne does not want to conflict with them.
Olive caught the thing, a little surprised, and looked back at Duke Elliot who was not far away.
"If you really happen to be passing by, you might as well stay for a while and wait until the investigation is clear before leaving." Elliot said.
"There are still many scenic spots worth visiting in the royal capital."
As Duke Elliot approached, the surrounding ground began to crack, and the soil underneath moved, like earth dragons rolling their bodies.
The corners of Wayne's lips raised slightly, "Do you think you can stop me?"
In an instant, his figure appeared in front of Olive.
Olive looked startled and subconsciously leaned back to avoid it.
The moment she passed him by, she saw the lower half of his face hidden under the hood.
Even at such a tense moment, Olive's eyes couldn't help but freeze for a moment.
"What a nice view……"
she murmured.
That amazing smile that seemed to be amusing was deeply engraved in my heart.
Then, Olive heard that very magnetic voice.
"Little sister, the next time we fight, don't let your mind wander."
She was stunned, suddenly realized something, and put her right hand on the top of her head.
The hairpin I wore there was gone.
Wayne stretched out his hand under his cloak, and a lifelike butterfly hairpin was resting between his fingers.
"see you later."
Saying this, he jumped up in the moonlight, like a swan bird dancing by the water.
"Don't even think about running away!" The other three magicians hiding in the darkness chased away.
Olive bit her lower lip tightly. Only then did she realize how dangerous it was.
If that woman wanted to, she could blow her head off the moment she took the hairpin away.
"Olive, did you see her face just now?" Elliot asked solemnly.
When did such a master appear in the capital? He looked like a ghost, and even he had no time to react.
"I saw..." Olive was about to describe it, but her mouth opened, but she couldn't say the next sentence.
My mind went blank.
I just remember that smile was beautiful.
…
The three magicians followed Wayne panting, throwing various magic spells at him.
Wayne held them at a distance that was neither too close nor too far away, so that they could neither catch up with him nor give up because they felt there was no hope.
"Wow, this move is very brilliant, you can use it to set off fireworks."
He has basically figured out the magic tricks these people are good at, and it shouldn't be difficult to imitate them.
The magic power possessed by magical girls is completely different from the various elemental magics in this world, and it is not limited by each individual attribute.
If Wayne wanted to, he could even copy the appearance of full attribute magic.
The only difference may be that the effect of piracy will be more or less attenuated, but it is not a big problem.
"Okay, everyone." Wayne said with satisfaction, "It's really too late today, so I won't be accompanying you anymore."
"You...don't run away if you can!"
A magician continued to squeeze the magic power in his body and sent a light blade in his direction.
Wayne dodged easily.
"Why bother? Just go back and practice hard and then come back to me."
He stepped in mid-air as if he were walking on flat ground, unlike other magicians who needed various means of assistance.
In the sight of the magicians, in just a blink of an eye, the intruder disappeared.
In the deserted streets, the three magicians looked at each other.
A block away, in the backyard of a certain mansion, Wayne's figure appeared out of thin air.
"Huh, I'm still not skilled enough."
He stepped on a grapevine trellis and was a little confused about his direction.
The pergola made of wooden blocks of different lengths is wrapped with lush branches and leaves, many of the leaves have begun to turn yellow, and there are some scattered grapes hanging below the vines.
Wayne squatted down.
I randomly picked a bunch of grapes that looked very plump, and put my feet on the shelf and swayed.
He peeled off the skin of a grape and carefully took a bite.
"Gan! What does this smell like?" Wayne blurted out, his eyebrows knitted together.
Looking at the bunch of grapes in his hand with disgust, he wanted to throw it away but felt it was a waste, so he hesitated.
"Pfft--" A suppressed laughter suddenly sounded from the side of the yard.
Wayne turned to look, his eyes widening in surprise.
Under the moonlight, the figure of Prince Richard was revealed.
He was only wearing white pajamas, and a thin coat draped over his upper body, with none of the buttons fully buttoned.
“I didn’t expect that getting up and walking around when I can’t sleep would bring such unexpected joy.”
Richard said, walking to the grape trellis.
"The grapes begin to ripen in August and are picked before the end of October. They are already out of season, and the grapes left until now naturally don't taste good."
Perhaps because he was in a good mood, he not only did not hold the uninvited guest responsible for breaking into his courtyard, nor did he mind that his grapes were stolen, but he started chatting with interest.
"Ahaha, really?"
Wayne laughed awkwardly.
