The door slowly opened.
Within the dimly lit room, a beautiful elf was holding a chair with one hand, and was about to smash it down on the fatso's head.
Amy was still holding onto the door, and her mouth was slightly agape upon seeing this. She stood rooted to the spot, as if she had been petrified.
Irina paused in the chair in her hand, and was also slightly taken aback at the sight of Amy standing at the door.
The half-elf little girl in a purple dress appeared to be around three or four years old. Her long silver hair had been braided into two little braids, and she was staring at Amy with her large, bright blue eyes. Her pointy little ears twitched, and her intricate little face appeared to be very adorable, as if she were ready to run away at a moment's notice.
"Amy should be around this age as well …" Irina was momentarily dazed before quickly coming to her senses. She had just cast a restriction spell on the door, and even a 9th-tier magic caster wouldn't be able to open it from the outside. This little girl appeared to be a little magic caster, but there was no way that she would be able to open the door.
The door was opened, and Brent's eyes lit up as if hope had suddenly appeared in his gloomy life. However, he was also rooted to the spot at the sight of Amy. This wasn't President Richard! Who was this little half-elf girl? Why was she here?!
After hearing that the Crassus had come to wreak havoc, Brent had rushed downstairs in a hurry. However, he was knocked unconscious by a chair by Irina, who had suddenly appeared in the Magus Tower. She then dragged him into this dark room and gave him a vicious beating before interrogating him about the people involved in the assassination attempt three years ago.
He wasn't an idiot, and he knew that he couldn't tell anyone about this. As such, he could only wait for Richard to discover the abnormal magic fluctuations in the Magus Tower before coming to save him.
However, he didn't think that it would be a little half-elf girl instead of Richard.
The Magus Tower only accepted human magic casters, and he didn't know how this little half-elf girl had managed to sneak in. However, she was his only hope, and he immediately yelled, "Hurry up and call for help! Save … "
"Bam!"
Brent didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence before a chair crashed into his face. The chair was reduced to dust, and he swallowed the rest of his sentence. His eyes were bulging, and he was completely dizzy from the force of the blow.
"Little girl, who are you? Why are you here? " Irina tossed the remaining half of the chair leg aside and looked at Amy with a smile.
Amy looked at Irina with sparkling eyes. She had seen Big Sister Aisha before, but compared to Big Sister Aisha, this seemingly violent Big Sister was even more beautiful. She was like a goddess who had descended from heaven.
Furthermore, she also had a head of silver hair, and her skin was as white as snow. Her pair of small pointed ears were so white and thin that they seemed to be able to pass through light. The small golden moon mark between her eyebrows seemed to be glowing, and when she looked at her with her aqua blue eyes, she felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
However, the scene of Irina smacking the fat man in the corner on the head with a chair still shocked Amy.
Who would have thought that not only was this big sister beautiful, she was also so cool! Could it be that she was also a melee magic caster?
Slapping someone in the face was the most important part of melee magic that Master Crassus had taught her. As such, that scene was far too intimate. If it weren't for the fact that she knew that Master Crassus didn't have any other disciples, she would've already addressed her as Senior Sister.
"I'm just a little elf passing by …" Amy said in a feeble voice. Even though she felt very close to her, she still followed Meg's instructions to not reveal any information about herself to strangers.
"A little elf passing by?" Irina faltered slightly before looking at Amy, who was standing in the doorway, and couldn't help but burst into laughter. It had been a long time since she had met such an interesting little girl, and she was inexplicably amused by her. A small chair appeared in her hand, and she extended an invitation to Amy as she said, "This is a bad guy; do you want to beat him up with me?"
"Okay, okay!" Amy nodded without any hesitation before rushing into the room excitedly. She grabbed the small chair with both hands, and mimicked Irina as she gestured toward Brent's head, as if she were trying to find a suitable angle.
"You believe me so easily? Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad guy? "Irina looked at Amy, who was holding onto the small chair with a serious expression.
"I'm not afraid. Father said that when two people fight, the ugly one must be the bad guy. Big Sister is so beautiful, so there's no way you're a bad guy." Amy shook her head with a firm expression as she pointed at Brent, and said, "Then he must be the bad guy."
"Your father has a very good eye." Irina nodded, and her gloomy mood suddenly lightened up. Not only was this little girl very interesting, her father also seemed to be an interesting person, which was why he was able to say something so reasonable.
"Argh!"
Brent was still dizzy from the slap, and he had only just regained some of his senses when he caught sight of Amy, who was holding onto the small chair with both hands.
"Shh!"
Ai Mi shushed him as she swung the small chair in her hand toward Brent's face.
"Bam!"
The sturdy wooden chair was almost instantly reduced to splinters, leaving only two legs in Amy's hands.
"Hmm …"
Brent fell into a state of dizziness again.
"You're a quick learner." Irina was just about to smash the chair into Brent's face when she looked at Amy with a hint of surprise on her face. This was a standard posture, and it was quite fitting for her.
"Heehee." Amy's eyebrows curved into crescents as she laughed. She was very happy to be praised by this big sister elf, and it was a completely different feeling from being praised by her father.
"However, there are still areas that can be improved. For example, the angle of the chair can be tilted slightly, then raised above your head and smacked into his face at a slanted angle."
"Bam!"
"See, the sound is clearer this way. Doesn't it sound more refreshing?"
"It's true! Let me try it too! "
"Bam!"
"See, if you change the direction and smash it from above, there'll be a different sound."
"Bam!"
"Wow! That's awesome! I want to learn it too! "
"Bam! Bam! Bam bam! Duang！！！”
Dull thuds sounded in the dimly lit room. The duel had already become a duel, and there was even a discussion between the two of them about the angle and strength of their attacks.
"He seems to have fainted?"
Amy looked at the unconscious Brent, whose head was as swollen as a pig's, and stuck out her little tongue as she tossed the chair leg in her hands onto the ground.
"Well done, little guy."
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