Chapter 68: Dark Sky
By the time Caramy and Calsas hurried back, the hallway was deserted, only a lingering fragrance and shattered glass remaining.
They searched every classroom, but found no trace of the princess.
“So, where is she?” Calsas asked, rubbing his forehead, his damp hair clinging to his skin, partially obscuring his dark eyes.
The frantic run after washing his hair had given him a headache, but it was a small price to pay for a harmless lie, well, probably…
“Where is Her Highness?”
Faced with Calsas’s calm question, Caramy’s expression was blank. “I… I don’t know! She was just here, so short, with such short legs, even if she ran, she couldn’t have gone far.”
He gestured, indicating Diana’s height, barely reaching his waist.
Honestly, ridiculously short.
But what could you expect from a ten-year-old girl? It was just that she had enrolled early, which was normal.
Calsas sensed Caramy was flirting with death, but fortunately, Diana wasn’t present, so he let it slide. “…If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going.”
“Wait, wait! Let’s go to the old teaching building, I think Her Highness might have gone there!”
“…Fine, I don’t mind if this is a lie, but only if Her Highness is safe.” Calsas was surprisingly tolerant of Caramy’s antics, displaying a maturity beyond his years. “After all, it’s not surprising for Her Highness, with her eccentric personality, to appear in strange places. Let’s go and come back quickly.”
Caramy nodded. “I’ll lead the way.”
Calsas: “Please.”
…
The abandoned teaching building, their agreed meeting point, was dilapidated, the surrounding weeds half a person tall, perfect for hide-and-seek.
Vanessa was the first to arrive.
Her long, dark blue hair, reaching the floor, was tied up with a piece of decaying wood the size of a bed, like a flower girl holding a bride’s train. The two ends of the wood held strands of her hair, swaying gently in the wind.
Delicate, colorful jewels adorned her white earlobes, sparkling in the crimson sunset. As darkness approached, they hid among her hair, like tired children returning home, waiting for nightfall.
“So hot, I hate summer…”
Vanessa lay on her flying magic carpet, letting it drift aimlessly, her languid demeanor like a sleepy kitten.
The large mage robes were cumbersome for outdoor activities.
The sun had just set, the temperature hadn’t yet dropped, and Vanessa was already regretting her cooperation with Lena.
“The Rotten Wood Carpet still has some magic power left. If the target doesn’t appear soon, I’m going back… I want to lie on an ice slime’s belly and drink ice milk…”
Anyway, Angel didn’t acknowledge her as her sister, so she might as well give up…
Vanessa’s resolve crumbled; procrastination was always tempting.
She, a homebody, had gone to great lengths for her sister’s sake, braving the heat to complete Lena’s task, and no one had even praised her…
Where were they?!
Had she been stood up?!
Her eyes narrowed, a sudden gust of wind whipping her hair around her face, yet the strands remained firmly attached to the rotten wood.
Vanessa circled the teaching building on her carpet, finally landing on the roof. She looked around, the deserted rooftop empty, the warm summer breeze carrying a chilling touch.
What a creepy place. It was good that she had her carpet, otherwise, she would have been terrified…
The bookish girl stroked her smooth flying carpet.
It was her preferred mode of transportation, a magic-powered vehicle that automatically followed a set route, although it required charging, which was a bit troublesome for lower-ranked professionals, but its performance was excellent. Vanessa couldn’t live without it.
“Tsk, gray-haired devil, was your request just a simple teleportation?”
Of course…
Not.
As if answering Vanessa’s call, Lena walked alone in the twilight.
She opened her arms, embracing the darkness.
Crimson lips, gray eyes, a suffocating aura of death emanating from her with every step.
Her slender legs crossed the overgrown wasteland, bringing with her decay and immortality, her dark magic draining the last vestiges of green, transforming it into a boundless gray domain. Then, her figure disappeared into the shadows…
Vanessa witnessed everything from the rooftop.
This was the power of a rank six Necromancer?
She covered her mouth in shock, her body trembling, unable to escape the terrifying darkness.
The dark curtain of night descended, as if celebrating Lena’s arrival, black clouds rolling in, covering the sky, creating a dim, gray world.
“What kind of magic is this? How can it be so perverse?!”
“It’s called [Dark Sky].”
Lena appeared behind Vanessa, answering her question, then sat down on the Rotten Wood Carpet, wrapping an arm around Vanessa’s waist, inhaling the fragrance of her hair.
“Did you miss me? We just saw each other this morning.”
“Let go of my hair, don’t touch!”
“I’ll touch if I want to.” Lena stuck out her tongue, licking a strand of Vanessa’s smooth hair, like a rogue, a very beautiful rogue. “I need your help. Someone wants to kill me, I’m so pitiful, I’m going to die…”
Lena nuzzled against Vanessa’s neck, like a vulnerable joey searching for its mother’s pouch.
Of course, her words weren’t to be taken seriously.
But Vanessa still forced herself to respond politely, “Who would dare kill you? Do they even have the ability?”
“The empire’s precious jewel, why wouldn’t she have the ability? Look for yourself.”
Lena snapped her fingers, and a thick black mist gathered around her finger, condensing into viscous magic, dripping and corroding the ground.
The sizzling sound and the smell were nauseating.
Vanessa pushed Lena’s head away from her neck, her lips pursed. “Stay away from me, you perverted sex fiend. After taking my sister, you want me too? You filthy maggot!”
“Tsk, you’re more self-aware than your sister, but can you resist more fiercely? Your sister put up a much bigger fight, and yet, she still succumbed to desire.”
Lena flicked her wrist, and a black chain materialized from magic, lashing out from the dark sky and slamming into the ground.
A loud crash echoed, like a heavy object hitting the ground.
It was a cage made of black mist.
Like tentacles, the black magic reached out from all directions, converging on the center of the “stage,” but the one who unveiled the curtain wasn’t a clown, but…
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