Vega's vision went white, and he immediately felt dizzy.
All that could be heard was a loud metallic clanging sound, as if something had been forcibly pressed together.
As the light gradually faded, Vega could only see two iron plates, which were a little thicker than before.
"How did you do that? They overlapped?"
Viktor ignored it, simply picked up one of the flying cards, and threw it at the wooden figure.
The moment the red flying card was launched, it instantly transformed into a deck of cards, with fifty-two iron cards nailed to the wooden dummy, igniting a raging fire.
The moment the flames ignited, the card turned back, and a plume of white smoke, like steam, rose up instantly, cooling the card down.
They hovered around Victor, their cards emitting a faint red glow, like loyal guardians.
Vega blinked as he looked at the countless flying cards swirling around Victor.
Viktor explained calmly:
"It can make up for my shortcomings in close combat."
Vega listened to his words and pondered.
What are the shortcomings in close combat?
You didn't say that when you were fighting warriors and knights in melee.
Vega believes Victor is just trying to show off, but he has no evidence.
At least it has never seen anyone get close enough to Victor to threaten him, not even Calamity.
"So, do these cool playing cards of yours have any names? I've never seen a weapon like this before."
Viktor squinted, his consciousness shifted slightly, and the flying cards stopped spinning, reformed into a new set, and attached themselves to Viktor's waist.
"I call it fate."
Vega said enthusiastically.
"What a perfect name."
...
Viktor put away his fate and stepped out of the basement.
As soon as I came out, I saw the little succubus running over anxiously.
"Teach! Professor!"
She was slightly out of breath and handed Viktor a letter.
Victor frowned in confusion.
The task of delivering messages was usually done by servants.
After resting for a while, Hene explained:
"Professor, I was just about to go to the prop shop when this letter flew into the mailbox by the door, signed for by you."
"Then I brought it to you."
Hene smiled happily, as if helping Victor made her especially happy.
Viktor nodded, his doubts gone, but he noticed that Heni was still standing there, looking hesitant and with a hint of expectation in her eyes.
Victor: "?"
As he pondered whether he had forgotten what time it was, Hene spoke up somewhat shyly.
"Professor, you haven't touched my head yet today."
"..."
Okay, one touch a day.
He placed his hand on Henny's head and rubbed it repeatedly.
A feeling of immense happiness filled Henny's head, and she was very satisfied.
After Victor withdrew his hand, she seemed somewhat unsatisfied, but then her cheeks flushed red as if she suddenly remembered just how outrageous her request had been.
"I...I...Professor! I'm going to work right now!"
With that, Hene covered her bright red face and ran away.
Victor's hand hovered in the air.
He just saw Heni's rank.
lv7.
Isn't this succubus leveling up a bit too fast?
Vega stood to the side, his eyes filled with a thoughtful expression.
What came to your mind?
Viktor asked the raven a question, and Vega slowly replied:
"It suddenly occurred to me that primal demons are aggregates of magical power that evokes emotions; they do not have substantial bodies or souls."
“I’m speculating on one possibility: when you destroyed Yem, some of its properties didn’t completely leave Henney’s body, so Henney possessed part of the power of greed.”
"In conclusion, the reason this little succubus has been getting stronger is probably because you have satisfied her greed."
Viktor thought about it for a moment; this was rather outrageous, and he had never seen anything like it before.
But what Vega said makes sense, or rather, it is currently the only explanation for why succubi can increase their magic power without undergoing some special sexual act.
"If that's the case, then Hene's greed is really too easy to satisfy."
Towards the end, even Vega himself didn't quite believe it.
Is it really greed to be satisfied with just a pat on the head and a hug every day?
Viktor listened quietly to Vega's words, weighing the letter in his hand.
"There's no harm in it all."
"You're right. So, the Mage Council sent you another message?"
The residual magic on the envelope was still very strong, but this time, there were no magical puzzles on it.
Victor led Vega back to the study and used magic to open the envelope.
The illusory mage in the letter appeared once again.
"It's nice to meet you again, Lord Victor."
Viktor continued to look at him indifferently and said calmly.
“If Parliament does not grant my request, it will not reply to me, but granting all my requests is not in your style.”
"Speak, what is it that makes you so willing to go to such lengths to invite me?"
The monk shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"You really can't hide anything from me, Lord Victor."
He straightened his posture, and a serious voice rang out:
"In fact, our Mage Council does need your help."
According to the fable, Endymion will soon suffer a calamity.
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