Clary sat quietly in the magic carriage and entered a short hibernation state. She had been awake the entire night.
Even in her spirit form, she still felt tired.
But Clary didn't rest for long before she was woken up by her brother.
"Sister, we're … here."
Monet spoke to Clary in a timid voice as usual.
Clary controlled the Chaos Demon to open her eyes and look out the window of the magic carriage.
All she could see were human silhouettes …
"This is the Gray Cloak's Roursk Advanced Magic Academy. There are a lot of Saint Ghost players visiting today, so the Gray Cloak had to get the enforcers to maintain order."
The driver in charge of driving the magic carriage acted as a tour guide, introducing the academy to the knights in the carriage.
The magic carriage arrived near the Rursk Magic Arena. There was a passageway leading to the arena, but both sides of the passageway were surrounded by crowds.
"Sister, there are so many people."
The moment the magic carriage came to a stop, Monet actually had stage fright.
Clary didn't answer him. She just put her hand on the door handle and got off the carriage.
The gazes from all directions made Clary and Monet very uncomfortable. Monet even subconsciously controlled the Chaos Demon to take a few steps back.
"Have you ever imagined such a scene? Skro. "
Clary suddenly heard a girl's voice behind her.
"Is Miss Pester talking to me?" Monet immediately recognized the owner of the voice.
It was the vampire girl, Pester, who was also a substitute in the Fuya Knights.
"Imagine what?"
Clary forcefully suppressed Monet's urge to answer her. She had obtained absolute control of the Chaos Demon's body today.
"We are demons. The humans who have always regarded us as enemies are cheering us on with flags and wooden signs. If Her Highness Cersei saw this, she would definitely be very happy," Pester said.
Clary's gaze swept across the crowd standing on both sides of the passage. When the people saw the members of the Fuya Knights getting off the magic carriage, they all went into a state of excitement.
She could only nod in agreement with the vampire girl's words. This Chaos Demon was not a good talker in the Devil Realm.
Today was the last day. As long as she hid her identity well, she would be able to end everything.
Clary didn't say a word as she followed the team towards the magic arena …
"Mr. Clary!"
When Clary was halfway there, she heard someone calling her name from the side of the tunnel.
This caused Clary to pause for a moment, but she ignored the shout and kept up with the group.
"Mr. Skol!"
Seeing no response from Clary, the caller changed the term of address.
Clary still chose to ignore it, but the leader of the Blood Duke noticed the shout.
The Blood Duke stopped and turned to Clary.
Oh no!
Clary's eyes met the Blood Duke's, and for a moment she thought she was about to be exposed.
"Your friend?"
The Blood Duke glanced at the man who was calling out the name of the demon.
"We met at the tavern last night."
Clary glanced at the man and chose to answer the Blood Duke truthfully.
"Don't mind us. Go greet them. In Prince Josiah's words, this is called fan management."
The Blood Duke gave this order to Clary.
"…"
Clary knew that she had no right to disobey the Blood Duke's orders. She bit the bullet and controlled the demon to go to the side of the tunnel.
The one who called out his name was a bald, muscular man. Clary knew him … He was the mercenary from the Land of Frost who asked Monet for advice on how to play the Black Hook last night.
After Monet agreed to his request and revealed that he was a member of Freya's Knighthood, a large group of people in the tavern ran to their table and began to watch.
Clary didn't get to drink any wine, nor did she get any bonus. Once again, the night was occupied by Monet's Holy Spirit.
"What's the matter?"
Clary asked the Chaos Demon to look at the man with a straight face.
"Mr. Clary, actually today I …"
"Don't call me by that name," Clary said in a threatening tone.
Last night, when Monet was chatting with the mercenaries, he accidentally brought up Clary's name, causing the mercenaries to think that the Chaos Demon's real name was Clary.
"I understand! I understand! Mr. Clary, it's such a waste to use a woman's name with your strong physique and mighty aura! "
If Clary's body was still here, her eyebrows would definitely twitch and she would punch the mercenary's face, which he thought was full of smiles.
"What's the matter?"
Clary looked behind her. The Blood Duke had also stopped in his tracks and was staring at them silently. This huge sense of danger made Clary uncomfortable.
"We're here to cheer for you, and also … to get an autograph for my son."
"You?"
Clary finally realized that the mercenary was surrounded by familiar faces. They were all the mercenaries she met in the tavern yesterday. Clary even saw the figure of a child who was about 12 years old.
He was timidly hiding behind his father and peeking at Clary. This Chaos Demon's physique was too terrifying.
"This kid also likes to play Holy Spirit like me. We're both walking around. This morning, I talked to him about the things you taught me," the man said as he rubbed the little boy's head.
"…"
Clary stared at the little boy hiding behind the mercenary. His eyes were as vigilant as a deer's, but there was a hint of admiration and curiosity in them.
"He's like you," Clary suddenly said to Monet in her mind. You were like that when you first met the Crusaders, Clary said to Monet in her mind.
"Big sister … when did that happen?"
Clary ignored Monet. The mercenary took out a thick notebook and flipped it open.
"Mr. Scott, this is a rude request of mine. If I'm bothering you …"
Clary only took the notebook to express her attitude. After she picked up the charcoal pen, she handed over control of her body to Monet.
"Sister?"
Monet thought that Clary would never hand over control of her body to him today.
"This is your admirer. Hurry up and sign it! Don't waste my time, "Clary urged impatiently.
"I … I didn't sign it, and … and I don't know what to write."
Monet cowered in front of so many people. He only wanted to hide behind his sister now.
"Just write something to deal with it!"
Monet held the pen in his hand and hesitated for a moment. In the end, he wrote his name, Monet Lunasiuze. After that, he added two new names: Clary Lunasiuze and Mr. Scott.
"Why did you write so much?"
Clary looked at the names Monet had written and could not understand. If he wanted to hide his identity, he only needed to write Scott.
"We only came into contact with the Weave because we inherited Mr. Scott's body. That's why I've always been grateful to him. Oh … right, I'm also grateful to Bishop Gainko for keeping our souls alive." Monet was afraid that his sister would be angry at him for thanking the demon again, so he quickly added.
"I never thought that this world would become so interesting. Whether it's the Weave or the Holy Spirit … Now that I think about it, if we died on that battlefield, we wouldn't have the chance to play with the Weave anymore. It scares me every time I think about it. That's why I'm still very grateful that I'm 'alive'. " Monet noticed his sister's silence. "I … I'm sorry, sister. I said too much."
"It's nothing. Give the notebook back to him." Clary seemed to be thinking about something.
Monet listened to Clary and immediately handed the notebook to the mercenary. Then, he smiled at the little boy hiding behind the mercenary.
Unfortunately, he was still not proficient enough in controlling the demon's face. Furthermore, the demon had a dignified appearance.
Not only did his smile not improve the little boy's impression of him, it even scared the little boy, causing him to hide behind his father.
"That's all."
Clary looked at the little boy's fearful expression. The demon retracted his smile and turned around, preparing to go to her final battlefield.
"Master White Goat!"
But Clary, who had just taken a few steps forward, froze in place. This time, it was Monet who made the Chaos demon stop in her tracks.
White Goat was the name Monet used in the Holy Spirit …
The Chaos Devil turned around and gazed at the little boy behind the mercenary. The little boy was hugging a thick notebook and pursed his lips tightly. In the end, he opened his mouth and shouted out what he wanted to say.
"I … made a bet with my classmates from the Iron Nation! I bet that you will win this battle! So, you have to … You have to capture those bastards from the Iron Nation until they can't even take care of themselves! "
This was the disadvantage of children on the Weave. They would always learn some strange words.
The little boy's shout attracted the attention of everyone on both sides of the tunnel. After all, it was a little too sarcastic.
"Sister …" Monet had the urge to run away.
"Answer him. He's your admirer, right?" Clary said.
Monet felt that his mind wasn't enough. He couldn't even control the Chaos Fiend to turn around smoothly.
But before Monet could speak, the little boy's shout successfully attracted the hatred of the Iron Forger's fans.
"What did you say, kid?" The Iron Forger's fans became restless.
The tense atmosphere around them made Monet even more afraid to speak.
"Master White Goat! The warriors of the Land of Frost are never afraid of anyone! Get rid of those iron lumps! "
"The Fuya Knights are the best in the world!"
The mercenary beside the little boy took the lead and shouted. The mercenaries beside him also shouted some slogans that made Monet feel a little ashamed.
But at this moment, Monet felt a sense of courage and determination to win surging into his consciousness.
He didn't know how to respond to the shouts of these supporters. He could only clench his right fist and make a victory sign.
The fans of the Iron Forger and the Knights started a confrontation. If not for the law enforcers, this confrontation would have escalated into a brawl.
Monet immediately followed the Blood Dukes into the magic arena.
… …
"Sister, when are you going to do it?"
Monet arrived at the contestant lounge in the magic arena and asked Clary about it.
"Wh … what?"
Clary was stunned by Monet's sudden question.
"The hatred between our father and mother. If this can make you feel better, sister," Monet's voice was trembling.
"…"
Clary was stunned. The mental preparation she had spent the whole night and morning preparing for seemed fragile in front of Monet's trembling voice.
The previous experience made Clary understand that if she chose to assassinate Fuya in the arena, no matter if she succeeded or failed … she wouldn't get her revenge. Instead, she would destroy the glory that her brother had painstakingly won and his current life.
"Is White Goat here?"
The door to the lounge was suddenly pushed open. Clary raised her head abruptly and saw the owner of Freya's Knighthood, Josh Yanorod.
But this time, Josiah didn't seem to care about the contestants as the owner of the Fuya Knights, but as the third prince of the demons of Chaos.
"It's great that you're here. Saves me the trouble of looking for you … It took me a lot of effort to catch your companions near the arena."
Josiah made a gesture, and several figures bound by magical shackles were violently thrown into the lounge.
Clary's eyes widened when she saw the figures. They were all heretical inquisitors who had come to assist Clary in assassinating Fuya.
"Sister … have we … have we been seen through?"
Monet's voice sounded like he had lost his mind in despair. Clary believed that he would soon burst into tears.
"Your Highness Josiah, what are you talking about?"
Clary could still maintain her calm. She could only hold on to her last shred of hope, which was to play dumb.
"I just wanted to tell you that you've worked hard. Here's a little reminder about using the magic net. Don't store your shameful secrets on the magic net."
Josiah's reminder stunned Clary for a moment.
She remembered that she had never revealed her identity on the magic net.
"Forget it. I wanted to let you keep it a secret until the end of the finals, but I don't want any accidents to happen during the finals, so I can only expose you now," Josiah said.
No matter what strange things Josiah had said before, the meaning of Josiah's words was clear enough.
That meant that their identities had been exposed. Clary could no longer remain silent. She instantly pulled out a dagger hidden in her sleeve and wanted to rush out of the lounge.
However, she suddenly found that she could not control her body and was half-kneeling on the ground. Behind Josiah, the Blood Duke's scarlet eyes were glowing faintly.
The blood in the Chaos Demon's body was being controlled by this guy!
Josiah picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground and threw it into the trash can beside him.
Clary listened to the sound of the dagger falling to the ground. Her heart was completely swallowed by despair. What made her despair the most was the guilt she felt towards her brother …
If she had not done such a thing and confessed to the Chaos Demon earlier, her brother Monet might still have had a chance to maintain his current lifestyle.
But now, everything was over. They would be executed by the Chaos Demon.
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