Viktor looked at him without any emotion in his eyes.
"Just because of jealousy?"
"It's really ugly."
"Yes! Yes! I'm ugly, I'm so ugly! I know, I know! Please, Viktor, let me go, we have no hatred between us!"
Devon looked like a fat pig struggling in a slaughterhouse; his comical appearance would only make anyone who saw him laugh.
He kept saying it, as if making a promise:
"I will apologize! I will apologize to that little girl!"
“I can offer her plenty of compensation! I can grant her a title! A young baroness, how about that? Our Leather family has that capability!”
"Believe me, Viktor, if you let me go, there's no irreconcilable deep-seated hatred between us...right?"
A look of great anticipation appeared on Devon's ugly face.
Victor's cold voice rang out:
What did you say at the beginning?
Devon paused, then tentatively said, his voice trembling:
"You killed me for a teaching assistant? Are you crazy?"
Victor nodded approvingly.
"Good memory, what's the second sentence?"
"...Do you really want to make an enemy of the Leiser family?"
Devon wasn't stupid; he seemed to realize something.
At that moment, he completely abandoned his identity and frantically begged Viktor.
"No! Victor! I just acted impulsively for a moment!"
Victor stood up, his trench coat flashing a dangerous red light.
"You dislike me because you know me."
“Since you know me, you should always remember what kind of person Victor Clavner is.”
Devon began to tremble all over; he was starting to feel afraid.
He's a madman! Victor, he's a madman!
"Victor! No...no..."
boom!
A pig-like scream suddenly burst from Devon's mouth, accompanied by screams of agony and the sound of bones breaking.
He felt his limbs shatter, and the pain was excruciating.
He was still conscious because Victor had placed several magical shackles on his consciousness, making it easy for him to feel pain and preventing him from losing consciousness.
"You said we have no enmity between us, that's alright."
Viktor suddenly laughed, a bright and cheerful laugh.
He whispered in Devon's ear, his voice so soft it sounded like a devil's whisper.
"Now, we're enemies."
"Kill me! Victor! Kill me!"
Devon was in unbearable pain; he would rather die right now than remain conscious in such agony and humiliation.
But now, he can't even commit suicide.
"Someone may take your life, but that person will not be me."
Viktor vigorously wiped his hands with a white handkerchief, and even though he hadn't touched the other person, he still felt that his hands were very dirty.
After wiping, she threw the handkerchief on Devon's face, covering his snotty face.
Once Devon was freed from his shackles, he instantly fell unconscious.
Now, the world is quiet.
Victor squinted and left the mage tower.
With a teleportation spell, Victor appeared outside the academy, looked at the sky that was almost dark outside, and took a deep breath.
The surrounding magical elements appeared somewhat disordered.
At that moment, Vega's voice rang in Victor's ear.
"Someone deliberately hid a magic array beneath the academy."
"Perhaps it was done by the devil."
Viktor was not surprised at all, so Vega said no more.
Knowing that Victor would handle everything, it opened its beak and asked another question.
"If that girl's consciousness is truly corrupted by a demon, what would you do?"
Viktor thought for two seconds, then answered:
"Henry is a very smart teaching assistant. I feel very reassured having her do my work."
“She’s a weak little brat, but she shouldn’t continue to be pitiful.”
Vega stood on Victor's shoulder and shook the feathers off his body.
I like how you put it.
...
Night fell like a curtain, and countless tiny yet bright gems climbed onto the night sky.
When Erica returned to the gate of the manor, the house was already brightly lit.
Her heart skipped a beat; could her dear old father have already returned?
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. As long as I try to be cute, my father will definitely forgive me."
Erica took a deep breath and was just about to enter the courtyard.
Suddenly, the door opened.
Her father, the Duke of Riviera, escorted a beautiful woman with purple hair out, his face bearing a polite smile.
"Uh-huh???"
Erica was a little confused.
Her father is already sixty years old. Where did he meet this strange woman?
Planning to have a second spring in your life?
Erica pouted; she absolutely wouldn't allow that to happen.
She didn't want to suddenly have a stepmother for no reason.
Erica rushed forward, only to overhear a conversation between two people.
"I hope Duke Reeves will keep a close eye on those 'dirty things'."
“I understand the seriousness of this matter, Miss Kevlar. I will use all available resources to investigate.”
Erica was a little confused and suddenly stood still.
It seems the situation is somewhat different from what she expected?
However, her sudden outburst had already attracted the attention of two people.
Duke Reeves looked at Erica, raised an eyebrow, and introduced her with a somewhat forced smile:
“Miss Kefla, this is my little daughter Erica. This must be the first time you’ve met her.”
Kefla looked at Erica, raised her beautiful eyebrows, and narrowed her alluring eyes.
"Yes, it's the first time I've seen this, but..."
A smile played on her lips, and the next second, she was already standing in front of Erica.
Its speed was so fast that Erica couldn't catch a glimpse of it.
"Pretty young lady, could you tell me where you went today?"
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