Vega can sense Erica's location at any time, but Erica cannot sense Vega's presence.

Under this one-way communication, it instantly sensed that Erica was approaching the back mountain.

'That little girl is my only believer now, please don't let her die.'

Victor naturally knew about what Vega had revealed to Erica, and used saving him as an excuse to gain this follower.

'You're such a worry.'

Viktor mentally replied to Vega, then 'struggled' opened his eyes.

"Gwen, put your hand... inside..."

"Huh? Huh???"

Gwen was stunned, her face flushed, and she became incoherent.

“Victor…Victor, what…what are you saying…”

"My medicine is inside the trench coat."

Bang!

Like a giant bomb being detonated, Gwen's mind went completely blank.

She then realized she had misunderstood, quickly shut her mouth, and reached into Victor's trench coat to rummage around for a while.

With a thought, Victor teleported the blue potion from the player's backpack into the trench coat.

Gwen quickly found it, took it out, and it was a small blue medicine bottle.

"Is this it?"

She looked at Victor; the style seemed almost identical to the bottles of potions Victor had given her before.

It's just a different color.

She was about to hand it to Viktor when she realized he was so weak he couldn't even lift his arm, so she quickly put the medicine to his lips.

“Victor, open your mouth.”

Viktor opened his mouth, and Gwen slowly poured the potion into it.

After doing all this, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked up to see countless people staring at her.

Including his knightly orders.

Gwen blinked and asked the knights around her.

Why are you all looking at me like that?

"No, it's nothing, Commander."

The knight said somewhat awkwardly.

"I just feel that Viscount Victor is... well... really happy."

"ah?"

Only then did Gwen realize how absurd her actions had been.

However, Viktor in his arms stirred.

Gwen didn't have time to think too much. She watched in astonishment as Viktor stood up, supporting himself with one hand on the ground, as if his spirits had been restored instantly.

“Victor… are you alright?”

"Thank you, Gwen."

He stood up and straightened his trench coat.

Everyone froze in place once again.

Weren't they just acting like they were dying? How come they're suddenly all better now?

What kind of magical potion did you drink? It's outrageous!

Even if you're acting, you should at least put on a proper act!

Suddenly, Viktor called out several names.

"Professor Nair, Professor Deson, Professor Gaia..."

Those whose names were called were among the few third-tier mages in the academy.

The professors all glanced at Viktor.

"Professor Victor, is there something you need?"

Viktor gave a simple explanation.

"As you can see, the academy has been sealed off by the power of demons."

"It won't be long before our strength completely dissipates, and then each of you will become the devil's meal."

The mages who heard these words shuddered instantly, and the professors whose names were called also stood up immediately.

"If you don't want to sit here and wait to die, then come with me to break the formation."

Hearing Viktor's words, the professors exchanged glances and said with some helplessness:

“Professor Victor, our magic is being drained and we can’t recover it at all.”

"I have the will, but I lack the power."

As soon as he finished speaking, Viktor pulled out several bottles of the exact same potions he had just drunk from his trench coat and tossed them precisely to the mages.

They hurriedly caught it, and before they could even see the color inside the glass bottle clearly, Victor suddenly said:

"Drink it."

They all remembered that Viktor had drunk it before, hesitated for a moment, then tilted their heads back and drank it down.

soon……

"ah?"

"Um?"

"Holy crap?"

The mages reacted in much the same way, without exception, they looked at their bodies that were emitting a faint blue light.

My magic power instantly recovered to about half.

"This! A miraculous medicine!"

At first, they suspected that Viktor was faking it.

Acting? What a load of rubbish!

He doesn't need to act at all; his sincerity is his greatest weapon.

The mages were still immersed in the wondrous feeling when Victor's voice drifted over.

"One bottle costs one thousand geese."

"The Knights are all here watching, don't try to renege on your promise."

A group of mages stood there dumbfounded.

"How much? One thousand Georgies?"

Upon hearing this voice, many students and some monks present looked troubled.

The professors who drank the potion almost unanimously agreed.

"This is so cheap!"

"Professor Victor! Sell me a few more bottles! No, ten! Twenty bottles, please!"

“Professor Victor, tell me, where do we go now? If you tell me to go east, I will absolutely not go west! Even if you tell me to catch a dog, I will never chase a chicken!”

"I've been wanting to get rid of that pig Devon for ages! Professor, I'm not saying a word! Today, I don't care if he's the devil or not, I'm going to fight you!"

Seeing the professors become as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, those who were sober were all bewildered.

Gwen was still kneeling on the ground, not reacting for a moment.

After a long while, she tilted her head and blinked.

"ah?"