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Chapter 90: The Ultimate Distortion Crisis for Rhodes

Chapter 91: The Ultimate Distortion Crisis for Rhodes

Stasen Academy.

As the only college in the coastal city of Phillips, it has a long history and profound cultural heritage.

The six courtyards are located in different parts of this academy, but at the very center is the forbidden library—[Carmen].

【Carmen】is thirty-six stories high and has countless hidden book spaces, some of which have been forgotten due to their long history.

Within one of the forgotten "space portals," countless amenities—beds, washbasins, toothbrushes, and even children's toys and books—were neatly arranged in rows for the witches' daily use.

At this moment, although most of the witches have gone out, there are still dozens of witches freely picking up books to read in this library space, and some witches are arguing and fighting.

However, no matter how noisy it was behind her, there was one special space that belonged to Cecilia—

But what's amazing is that there's now an eight-year-old girl with light blue hair swinging her legs, holding the paintbrush Cecilia gave her, and drawing with a joyful expression.

The girl was halfway through her drawing when she seemed to remember something and put down her brush with some concern.

"Sister Cecilia, could you please let me go home soon?" She turned to look at Cecilia, who was also sitting behind her reading a book, her eyes filled with complex emotions. "My mother is worried about me."

At that moment, Cecilia calmly turned the pages of her book and said indifferently, "I've already said, all you need to do is convey to her that you're doing well. As long as your mother causes trouble as I've instructed, I will let you go back."

"Oh." Clara lowered her head, her head drooping on the table, completely filled with sorrow.

A few days ago, Cecilia captured her when she secretly came to human territory, and then used her to threaten her mother.

Without a doubt, she is a marine species.

The crescent-shaped hair behind her ears, resembling fish scales, and her hair, as blue as the sea, both testify to this.

"Sister Cecilia, I heard that all Demon Race members are bad people, but why do I feel like everyone here isn't so bad?"

Upon hearing this, Cecilia's fingertips trembled slightly, her eyes remaining calm: "Just because you haven't seen our evil side doesn't mean we aren't evil people."

"That's not how it is, is it? Everyone lives here together. Some people argue, some people study together. Aren't we just like other marine people?" Clara shook her head.

"I actually really enjoy being with Cecilia. She gives me drawing tools, teaches me knowledge, and takes good care of me."

Although I know you're just using me to threaten Mom into causing trouble for humanity, I still can't understand—

"We're all just ordinary people, so why do we have to be bad people?"

"You—" Cecilia shook her head, about to say something, but the door was suddenly flung open—

Within this territory, only the two remaining witches who had ascended to the fourth level were qualified to step into her space, but it was clear that those who had entered were not the two of them.

When Cecilia sensed that presence enter her room, her pupils contracted sharply, and her fingers gripped the book tightly.

"Hey Cecilia, how are you?" A clear, girlish voice rang out like a bell, but to Cecilia, it was the worst hellish murmur.

Her eyes swept over and focused on the figure. The newcomer had bright red hair and emerald-like eyes. He was about 1.6 meters tall and his figure was not voluptuous, but rather slender.

Isadora smiled brightly: "Why are you here with a child? How's the plan going?"

Cecilia placed the book under the bed, rose, and bowed.

"Lady Isadora, the plan is underway. Although the timing has been adjusted, we have prepared all our forces to head to the Duke's mansion and seize the [Container]."

"Then, this girl is another trump card I've prepared. I'll use her to threaten her mother into attacking the St. Starson Academy, which will allow us to operate in this area while things are in disarray."

That's right.

Isadora, one of the seven leaders of the Dream of Anchitanlano, is also a powerful figure in the upper echelons of the true witch forces.

Based on this timeline, she has not yet been killed, and Cecilia is currently just one of her subordinates.

Most importantly, Isadora is not a low-level character, but an extremely terrifying witch.

She is [Chaotic Evil], and worst of all, she is also a [Saint] who has ascended six times.

"Oh~" Isadora nodded. "The beginning is good."

However, she paused for a moment, then a calm, cold light flashed in her eyes, and her lips slightly curved upwards.

"But it didn't work out much later on."

She stepped forward, stood in front of Clara, and reached out to pat her head.

"Cecilia, you are always too gentle and your methods are too slow. As the most talented and unique among the younger generation of witches, you shouldn't be so kind."

"In the future, you will have the strength to reach the top, a height that even I will have to look up to."

"But Cangwen died at your hands."

"You—aren't you going a little too far?" Isadora glanced at Cecilia, but her aura grew increasingly terrifying.

"No, Lady Isadora." Cecilia shook her head, but a hint of confusion flashed through her mind.

Damn it—whoever it was, why did it have to be this guy?

She could foresee that things would change after the plague, but she never expected it to be like this.

"This girl has great potential; her mother can do—"

"Stop." Isadora blinked slightly. "Have you considered that your gentle approach will only result in gentle repercussions?"

"Mingming, don't we have a better way?"

"Lady Isadora————"

"Alright, I need to talk to this little girl." She waved her hand, looked at Clara, and smiled brightly. "Little girl, you just said we're not bad people, right?"

"Hmm? Yes, yes—" Clara had a feeling that this witch was different from Cecilia and everyone else here; her eyes were terrifying—

However, trusting Cecilia, she nodded without much fear.

"You're so cute! If it were any other time, I would definitely play with you a lot."

"Oh, is your sister very busy?" Clara tilted her head in confusion.

"No, that's not it." Isadora shook her head. "It's just that Cecilia was right. You've only experienced their good side, and you've only met the good people."

"Unfortunately, I'm not a good person."

Her fingers tightened, and a terrifying demonic aura seeped into Clara's body, burning wildly like dynamite!

"Ahhhhhh!" Clara's head was gripped tightly, her eyes stung and bloodshot, and she screamed in agony.

Then, she felt suffocated, her whole body turned red, her pupils widened, and the little girl's body began to convulse.