Both Angor and Shadow stopped when they heard the familiar double-tracked sound.
They happened to be standing on a narrow path in the woods. The wind stopped, and the leaves rustled.
A black shadow flashed, and a little girl of about twelve or thirteen years old suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, blocking the two people's path.
The little girl was dressed in a dark and luxurious style, which was usually sought after by noble ladies with special hobbies. Her black tutu skirt was embroidered with dark-red patterns, and a black half-veil covered her delicate, pale face. Her long, straight black hair fell over her ears and fell on her chest.
Angor recognized her almost immediately. It was the woman he saw during Hippocrotee's ceremony — "Dusk Queen" Isabella.
Back at Hippocrotee, Angor only saw a wisp of consciousness. But this time, he was looking at a living person.
"Lady Isabella!" Shadow trembled at the sight of the intruder. He was just complaining about Isabella's narrow-mindedness, and now Isabella overheard his conversation with Angor through telepathy! With her personality, she would definitely take revenge on him.
Before Shadow could react, a giant bloody hand slapped him in the face.
Shadow was sent spinning in the air by this slap. Finally, he landed heavily on the ground, creating a small crater. Half of his face was completely red, and when his mouth opened and closed, broken teeth flowed out along with blood, making him look miserable.
Isabella kept giggling. Her expression alternated between madness and elegance. If one ignored the "background sound effects", Isabella would look like a rebellious little girl.
"I'll spare your life for the sake of your teacher. If you dare to talk nonsense behind my back again, I'll take your life next time! "Isabella glared at Shadow.
"My Lady, please forgive me for overstepping my boundaries." Shadow struggled to stand up with his bones that were about to fall apart. He knelt down in front of Isabella.
Isabella humphed and looked at Angor.
She looked at Angor's golden hair and eyes that were as deep as the ocean. Jealousy flashed in her eyes. Angor's face wasn't fully developed yet, but his current appearance already made him look like a noble young master. It was safe to say that Angor fit Puppet Master's taste perfectly.
Angor's figure flickered in and out of view because his "Infinite Reticence" was broken. His presence went from negative to positive.
"You're pretty good at hiding, kid. Thanks to Diablo's Spirit Bond, I wouldn't have noticed you. If I let you escape, I'll feel terrible. "Isabella's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile as she played the double sound track.
But Angor just stood there with a serious look on his face. It could be said that this was the first time he had felt the undisguised killing intent and pressure of an official Magus.
Last time at the Twilight Auction, Twilight wanted nothing more than to kill him. However, due to the presence of other buyers and wizards, Twilight still tried to hold back. In the end, Angor almost lost the game. However, Isabella was different. She had used her aura to intimidate him from the very beginning. It was not that he did not move, but that he did not even have the chance to move!
The crazy murderous intent kept replaying the scene of Angor's death in his mind.
Shadow looked up at Isabella in disbelief. Isabella didn't have to lie. Did she mean he was the one who exposed Angor's identity? Without the Spirit Bond, Angor could hide from the detection of a wizard-level wizard?
Shadow didn't bother to find out why Angor had such a powerful stealth ability anymore. He blamed himself for it. He didn't think his good intentions would end up in such a mess.
"How dare you stare at me like that?" Isabella suddenly pushed Angor away, and a bloody hand lifted him into the air.
Isabella didn't do it as quickly as she did to Shadow. She simply wanted to hang Angor in the air and torture him slowly to satisfy her twisted pleasure.
"The color of your eyes is really disgusting. But let me think, if I sew it on the Hundred-Eyed Demon, it should have a good effect, right?" The strange laughter and the clear, childish voice were strangely in tune with each other, which brought even more pressure to Angor's mind.
Under Isabella's control, Angor couldn't move at all. He couldn't even focus when he wanted to flip the table. His breathing was getting weaker, and he was already hallucinating because of the lack of blood.
Shadow looked worried when he saw Angor's face turning purple.
They signed the Kurna Contract, but it only stated that they wouldn't hurt each other and that they had to save each other if they could. The current situation wasn't restricted by the contract. As a level-2 wizard, Isabella was much stronger than both of them. Even if Angor died here, Shadow wouldn't suffer any backlash from the contract.
However, Shadow was still worried. It wasn't because of the contract. After spending some time together, his attitude toward Angor had changed a little bit. At first, he was hostile to Angor. Later, he became friendly to Angor, and slowly, he understood it better.
The reason why Shadow acted like a rascal in front of Angor was that he considered Angor a friend who could talk to him on an equal footing.
Angor had a gentle personality, which was different from the mainstream view of the wizarding world. He was more like a light wizard, or a gentle scholar. Such people might have many disadvantages, but one thing was for sure — they were great friends. For example, the famous potion master in the southern region, "Holy Light Walker" Gandalf, was such a gentle academic. Even if he didn't have the aura of a potion master, he was still someone that almost all wizards wanted to make friends with.
Since Shadow wanted to befriend Angor, he was truly worried about Angor.
"Lady Isabella, please let Angor go. I promise I'll take him away and never show up in front of you again — "Before Shadow could finish, Isabella slapped him several meters away. Shadow coughed up blood and showed his chipped teeth again. "Angor is an excellent alchemist. He can compensate you. Besides, he once touched upon Mystery …"
Mystery? Isabella was surprised. She glanced at Angor and became serious again.
A level-2 apprentice touched Mystery? Are you kidding me?
Isabella didn't believe Shadow's words, but she still put Angor down from the air. She saw that Angor was about to die, and she didn't want him to die so soon. She didn't want him to die so easily.
Angor landed on the ground and panted heavily. His poor condition actually helped him escape from Isabella's pressure.
He gritted his teeth and activated his Nightmare Domain before his brain could recover from the lack of oxygen.
A level-2 apprentice and a level-2 wizard.
It sounded like a small difference, but in reality, it was a huge difference in power. In front of Isabella, Angor was not even an ant. At most, he was just a speck of dust.
Under such circumstances, if he still had a way to survive, it was probably … that method!
He summoned his Nightmare Domain and tried to visualize the "queen"'s face without hesitation. Almost immediately, he felt an itch on his shoulder.
Angor was glad. He didn't know what would happen, but he had no other choice.
But there was one thing he forgot. Would Isabella give him enough time?
Giving him enough time to use his ultimate move to turn the tables? That was just a fiction in books. There was no such thing in the real world.
Isabella didn't even bother to check what Angor's Nightmare Domain was. She simply slapped Angor away, and the Nightmare Domain vanished without a trace.
Twilight Union couldn't do anything to the Nightmare Domain because it was connected to the Nightmare Realm. Angor's Nightmare Domain was severed from the Nightmare Realm by Sunders and merged into Angor's body, so Angor was now the pillar supporting the Nightmare Domain.
If something happened to Angor, would the Nightmare Domain still exist?
Now that his Nightmare Domain was gone, it was impossible for him to flip the table.
…
The place where the fight happened was the only way out of Silent Hill.
It was already late at night, but some people still noticed the commotion. When they saw Isabella, they all chose to take a detour, fearing that they might get caught in the crossfire.
Occasionally, an official Magus would look over. However, when they saw what was going on, they quickly looked away. A level-2 wizard and a level-2 apprentice … there was nothing worth looking at.
It could be said that the center of the incident had become a forbidden area in a short period of time. Wizards didn't want to look, and apprentices didn't dare to.
However, there was another group of people — or rather, "non-humans" — who were curious about what was going on.
For example, the Two-Faced Sprite Talos, who had nothing better to do.
"Isabella has lived for a thousand years, how can she be more petty than a seven or eight-year-old child?" "What do you know, this is good."
"Why?" "Dark Castle is so close to Silent Hill. She wants to go further? No way! It's better for Silent Hill! "
"What you said makes sense!" "Of course, what I said makes sense, which means that what you said makes sense too, haha!"
Taros talked to himself and commented on whether Isabella's posture was graceful enough.
When they saw Angor's Nightmare Domain, Taros finally shut his mouth even though it only lasted a few seconds.
After a long while, Talos finally spoke again, but his voice was much lower this time. Only Talos could hear him.
"That's it. That aura is exactly the same as Mister Phantom's!" "So the kid Diablo called" Angor "must be a student of the Phantom Clan?"
"Probably." "That's interesting. Will Mister Phantom get mad when he learns about this?"
"No way. Didn't Flora do the same thing?" "It's not the same. Flora did it on her own, but Angor was dragged into it because of Isabella."
"So you think Mister Phantom will do something?" "Probably not. Ahahaha, I'm you, and you're me. If you don't think so, of course I don't think so too! "
Taros said again after a while.
"Should we tell Isabella? Maybe she'll let Angor go for Phantom's sake … "" No, it won't be fun. "
"So what are we going to do now?" "Are you stupid? We're going to sell the news to a wizard magazine, of course. I've already prepared the title: 'Shock! Why Phantom's Heir Knelt in front of a Ten-Year-Old Girl's Puffy Skirt. The Truth Is … '"
"That's a good title! I can already see a large sum of money flying towards me, at least a hundred magic crystals, right? "
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