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He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of "fairy realm" and "appearing and disappearing like a ghost," as if he were chewing on something extremely troublesome.
"The rest of the parts... are almost ready."
He phrased "almost" very subtly.
Finally, the light of the complex communication spells dimmed, like a candle flame being extinguished.
Meastia seemed to have his spine ripped out in an instant, and he let out a long, heavy sigh that could crush an earth dragon.
"Hurry up! These bureaucrats from the Legal and Political Affairs Department!" He scratched his already messy short hair in frustration, his fingertips seemingly crackling with tiny static electricity.
"Does he really think he's some kind of 'uncrowned king' sitting on the throne of the Clock Tower, able to make the world turn with just a few words?!"
"——Lord Meastia!"
Tica raised her voice almost reflexively, glancing nervously left and right as if the ever-present magic of "wind" might carry her words to Barthezello's ears at any moment.
She rubbed her forehead and let out a heavy sigh, a sigh filled with the sorrow of "having such a tactless boss is really shortening my lifespan."
"If Lord Barthezello were to 'accidentally' overhear such 'bold words'... you should know very well that at the next departmental budget meeting, our archaeology department would probably be completely wiped out by 'wind magic' even if we didn't have the funds to buy laboratory mice, right?"
She deliberately emphasized the words "wind magic," implying that it was definitely not a gentle greeting.
"Tsk!" Meastia clicked her tongue in annoyance, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, but her momentum was clearly weakened.
He muttered something childish, his toes unconsciously kicking at a few scattered, shimmering "gems" on the ground:
"These are clearly two completely unrelated factions... Why did they have to specifically name and shove this hot potato involving the Fairy Realm into my hands? Do they really think I'm some kind of all-powerful wish-granting machine?!"
"Forget it, Lady Meastia."
Tica comforted him in a "face reality" tone, as if she were soothing a tantrum-ridden familiar.
"You can't fight city hall. The Legal and Political Department controls the association's 'rules' and 'order,' and their 'requests'... are essentially coercive orders covered in velvet. They're not to be trifled with, and there's no escaping them."
"Of course I know that!"
Meastia waved her hand irritably, as if trying to dispel the invisible pressure, then her gaze fell into the depths of the castle's dark corridors, filled with deep resentment over her failed investment:
"What's infuriating is that girl Yvette! I even took out my most precious savings and spent a fortune to buy her that rare magic eye that's supposed to 'see through' things! And what's the result? How much time has passed?! She hasn't even touched the doorknob of the Fairy Realm yet?! She can't even handle this 'small matter,' she's a disgrace to all my glittering gold coins!"
He grew angrier as he spoke, and kicked the scattered items on the ground again as if venting his anger.
That was no ordinary gemstone.
It is a symbol of the twelve monarchs of the clock tower!
At the same time, they are also indispensable core keys for anchoring energy and authority in the upcoming ritual that will drive Mayastia mad!
At this moment, these incomparably precious keys, like glass marbles rejected by their owner, rolled pitifully on the carpet, emitting a faint humming sound, as if in protest.
Chapter 635 Espionage and Commission (4k)
Yvette was now alone, traversing the underworld shrouded in eternal silence and whispering, magical echoes.
Beneath my feet lies the cold, ashes-covered earth, seemingly capable of drawing warmth from the living; above me hangs a oppressive, leaden-gray sky, solidified with the fading remnants of stars.
The aura of this forbidden land for the living, like the sighs of countless departed souls, heavily oppressed every inch of space.
Not long ago, she was finally freed from the invisible tug-of-war of wills between herself and Furu—the unpredictable astrologer.
In fact, as perceptive as she was, she had already discerned the other person's desire to be alone.
It was a tacit sense of alienation hidden beneath polite cooperation.
The occasional eagerness that Furumasa revealed when examining the astrolabe, the fleeting spark of focused attention that Yvette's magic eye in the depths of her iris captured when the other person's gaze swept over a specific direction... all seemed like silent declarations.
However, in this perilous otherworld, rashly breaking up a fragile, temporarily formed alliance would not only appear ungrateful, but could also invite unnecessary suspicion and risk.
A legitimate, respectable, and amicable reason for leaving—this became a subtle impasse that the two tacitly understood yet struggled to find.
Fortunately, a turning point always comes unexpectedly.
Not long ago, this land of the dead, which had been silent for countless years, underwent a dramatic change without warning!
Like an ancient heart buried deep underground suddenly convulsing, an immense and suffocating flow of magic suddenly went berserk!
Space itself was like glass being struck by an invisible giant hammer, emitting a tooth-grinding groan, instantly filled with countless spatial rifts that flickered briefly and then rapidly closed up!
These fissures are like fleeting, one-way escape doors opened by the underworld for the living!
Yvette and Fru met the moment the magical storm erupted.
No words were needed, not even a confirming glance.
opportunity!
As if they had practiced a thousand times, the two figures, under the cover of the magical turbulence, accurately and swiftly bounced in the opposite direction, each disappearing into the nearest spatial rift with compatible attributes!
That tacit separation was as swift as two phantoms torn apart by a raging wind.
The crack vanished in an instant, and the spatial structure quickly recovered under the powerful restorative force of the laws.
Only the dust of the underworld, stirred up by the magical storm, remained, silently telling the story of the chaos that had just occurred.
Yvette's figure completely disappeared from Furu's perception range, and vice versa.
relief.
If it weren't for this sudden "spatial spasm" originating from the underworld itself...
God knows how long these two "allies" who are sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams will continue to restrain and consume each other in this land of the dead.
Perhaps it will be some long time from now—when the ashes of the underworld have all solidified into new stars, when the astrologers' charts are covered with eternal dust—that they will still be carefully maintaining that fragile facade of cooperation.
Yvette stopped in her tracks, her fingertips moving with a casual elegance as she gently flicked upwards.
The exaggerated, star-shaped eye mask, covered in cheap sequins, slipped down obediently, like a stripped-off glamorous disguise, and draped over her fluffy pink curls.
The eyes exposed to the dim light of the underworld were not ordinary.
It was a gem set in a delicate eye socket, flowing with an inner radiance like lava!
No, to be more precise—it was a demonic eye that had been meticulously crafted and imbued with the power of destruction!
Burning Demonic Eye!
This is precisely the treasure that Yvette cherishes most and uses most frequently in actual combat!
It represents a breathtaking level of efficiency!
No need for lengthy incantations, no need for complex magic circle construction—
All it takes is the idea to drive an engineering project!
boom--!
The terrifying flames, enough to completely incinerate and vaporize a massive mammoth from flesh and bones to its soul imprint in a fraction of a second, will descend upon the focal point of your gaze like a legion of destruction responding to a king's call!
This is a killing organ forged from the very foundation of the magic battlefield!
Its abilities are simple and direct, yet contain a pure aesthetic of destruction—
Make everything in sight burn!
The demonic eye itself does indeed resemble a finely cut, fiery orange-red gemstone, set in Yvette's left eye socket, its dangerous light shifting subtly with her emotions.
However, according to the strict classification of the Magic Eye in the magic world, its inherent "miracle" level is not enough to be included in the legendary "gem level".
Its more precise location is in the hierarchy known as "Noble Color" within the Eye of the Storm lineage—a powerful yet relatively "common" level.
And all of this—this destructive eye capable of incinerating a colossus, and Yvette's effortless control over it—is rooted in the name flowing deep within her blood:
Lehman!
A unique family lineage renowned in the mystical world, perfectly blending gem-working skills with the magic eye-granting technique, passed down through generations like a fine watchmaker!
Yvette's fingertips moved fluidly and precisely, with a cold, practiced ease that she had long since become accustomed to her own eye sockets.
She gently pinched the Fiery Demon Eye, which pulsated dangerously like the core of lava in the dim light of the underworld, and removed it from her left eye socket without any hesitation, as if taking off an earring that had been worn for too long.
The empty eye socket was instantly exposed to the air, carrying a strange, lingering, burning heat.
Then, a completely different gemstone was gently but swiftly set into the base that held the miracle.
This new magic eye is dreamlike and enigmatic in form!
It is not molten lava, but more like a drop of solidified morning dew that refracts a myriad of rainbows, or a bubble wrapped with stardust and dreams!
Its interior is filled with flowing light and shadow, as if it contains countless folded dimensions, and at any moment it may exude illusions that make people's minds sway.
This was the "gift" that Meastia had recently "stuffed" into her, with a pained yet feignedly generous expression on her face.
According to that miserly monarch, this was a rare item that cost him several secret treasuries to acquire!
It is also listed in the "Noble Color" category.
She could almost picture him gritting his teeth as he counted the gold coins.
Its name is——
"peep"!
"Ugh……"
A sigh, tinged with self-mockery and subtle annoyance, escaped Yvette's lips, sounding particularly clear in the deathly silence of the underworld.
"Although he had already revealed his background, saying that he was a 'little spy' planted in the minerals department by the archaeology department..."
She caressed the newly embedded, cool-to-the-touch, dreamlike gem, complex light swirling deep within her irises.
"Who would have thought that this joke would actually come true? Are we really going to have to do this sneaky, ancestral grave digging... no, I mean, digging up the 'corner of the fairy realm'?"
Her tone was nonchalant and teasing, but a hint of worry flashed across her eyes.
"Tsk, if the teacher... really finds out that I'm 'on orders' to poach his girlfriend..."
She imagined the possible reaction of that hot-tempered, miserly monarch and couldn't help but shrink back.
"Then my grand career plan as a 'future mistress'... won't he have Little Grey send me soaring into the sky, shoulder to shoulder with the sun?"
Despite the complaints, the task must continue.
Yvette took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her chaotic thoughts.
She closed her right eye and channeled all her mental energy, like invisible threads, into the intricate and active network of magic circuits within her body!