Sorcerer’s Handbook

Igor leaned against the wall to stand up, pulled a bandage from his skirt, and wrapped it around his hand. Ignoring Ashe, he walked straight into the hovercar.

Ashe suddenly remembered something and looked at the Black Knight not far away. “What about that person…”

“The man from the Firm is already dead.”

Igor glanced at the slightly trembling body of ‘Lise’. “Although its body is still alive, the soul inside has already extinguished… That’s the judgment of a mental sorcerer. Believe it or not.”

Ashe had no choice but to believe it. The Black Knight had the blessing of absorbing all damage, so Ashe couldn’t finish him off. He looked down at ‘Lise’. “You don’t expect me to carry you into the car, do you?”

Deya lifted her head. “Can’t you?”

Ashe didn’t respond, just glanced at his right hand.

Deya took a look and was immediately frightened, jumping down and hesitating to reach out. Ashe’s right hand was cracked and split open everywhere, with his arm bone even exposed through the flesh. The hilt of the Honey Sword was embedded directly into the base of his thumb.

To buy as much time as possible for the ‘Rush’ miracle to take effect, and worried that he might lose his grip on the sword under strong inertia, Ashe had deliberately used his palm to press against the hilt. This caused the falling momentum to tear his right arm, gaining an extra 0.1 seconds of air time.

Incidentally, the Honey Sword was unscathed, not even bent. Ashe felt like his hand was the shattered screen beneath an intact protective cover.

Fortunately, Ashe had cast a ‘Joy Sword’ on himself beforehand, or he would have fainted from the pain long ago.

“Your hand needs continuous treatment for six hours,” Banjeet said as he jumped out of the hovercar. “I’ll perform an emergency ice seal now, at least to keep it functional.”

An old person in the house is like a treasure. As a two-wings sorcerer in his sixties, Banjeet always had the right solution for any situation. Ashe nodded gratefully to Banjeet.

Though the young butler didn’t show much expression, his actions in treating Ashe were as gentle as possible, suggesting he had forgiven Ashe for their earlier split-up-mainly because Ashe was in such a bad state that Banjeet couldn’t stay mad at him.

Deya didn’t interrupt Ashe’s treatment. She entered the back seat of the hovercar and asked Igor, “Do you have a mirror?”

Igor glanced coldly at Deya, took out a hand mirror from his skirt, then turned to look at the night sky outside, begrudging even a single word or glance for her.

Deya didn’t mind the Con Artist’s attitude and looked down at her reflection in the mirror.

“Lise, before the exchange, I want to tell you and everyone else a story.”

Lise replied, “Hmm? Now?”

“Once upon a time, there was an innocent and lovely princess who lived in a tall tower. She had been there since birth and had never set foot outside. Everyone told her that the outside world was full of bad people and that it was safest and most comfortable for her to stay in the tower. The knights were all protecting her, but the princess still longed for the outside world.”

“One night, the princess heard strange noises outside. She looked out the window and saw a Bronze Dragon coming to take her away. Trapped in the tower, the princess had nowhere to escape. But she felt happy in her heart because the Bronze Dragon finally gave her a reason to leave, so she jumped out of the window.”

“Whether she would be taken by the dragon or caught by a knight, she could finally leave.”

“But just as she jumped, the princess suddenly remembered: the Bronze Dragon was just a phantom of her imagination, the knights below the tower were merely guards sent by the witch, and the princess had really jumped out.”

The Little Witch listened intently, but the White Queen and the others found it quite strange.

In Deya’s original fairy tales, there was no mention of the Bronze Dragon. The princess would jump down and be caught by a knight, and they would escape together to start a new adventurous life. The old version of the fairy tale had an upbeat and positive tone, while the version Deya told now was heavily influenced by reality, making it very somber and negative.

“But.”

“That night, a thief happened to sneak into the witch’s palace. He thought there was some treasure in the tower, but instead, he saw the princess jumping down. He followed her, caught the falling princess, and grabbed a silk thread hanging from the sky to swing out of the witch’s palace, stealing the witch’s most precious treasure.”

“The princess quietly observed the thief. Compared to the powerful Bronze Dragon, the fully armed guards, and the terrifying witch, the thief seemed too weak. But in the princess’s heart, the thief who fell with her was the real knight, and she was willing to wander with him.”

“Okay, I’m done. What do you all think of the story?”

The Black Butler, who had been holding back for a long time, couldn’t help but burst out, “Wait a minute, we were the ones who sent Lise to bind Ashe! We were the initiators! Or did I misunderstand? Is the princess in the story actually Ashe, and we are the thieves?”

The White Queen laughed, “Deya is so concerned about her own glorious image that she’s started using the Time Sect’s power to rewrite history.”

Lise suddenly realized, “Huh? Deya, is the thief in your story Dad, and the princess is you? Does that mean you like Dad?!”

The Scarlet Dead Apostles calmly said, “Deya, Ashe just saved us. Don’t repay kindness with ingratitude.”

Deya replied, “Great, it seems everyone likes this new fairy tale. Thanks for the support, sisters. I’ll strive to write new chapters.”

The Black Butler exclaimed, “She’s lost her mind.”

The White Queen remarked, “She doesn’t hear a word we say anymore.”

The Scarlet Dead Apostles added, “But Deya, Ashe has eyes for Lise, not you.”

Lise chimed in, “Yeah, Dad likes me, and he saved me. Deya, don’t try to take Dad from me!”

“How can it be called taking between sisters? It should be called sharing.”

The sisters were stunned, but Deya quickly explained, “Just kidding. The Little Witch will continue to play [Lise], and I won’t take her role.”

“After all, [Lise] is just a little girl now. It wouldn’t be useful for me. But once the Bronze Dragon Trial is over, and we revert to [Lise Deya]…”

The Black Butler interrupted, “Will the Little Witch have to call you Mom then?”

Lise exclaimed, “I don’t want a stepmom right now…”

Deya responded, “You’re all thinking too far ahead. Let’s put the naming issue aside for now. If we revert back, I’ll be [Lise Deya]. As for the [Little Witch] in the Virtual Realm, whoever wants to be her can take that role.”

The Scarlet Dead Apostles remarked, “Just putting it aside for now, huh…”

The Black Butler interjected, “You have sisters, isn’t that enough? If you’re lonely, you can summon more sisters. Why care so much about that guy…”

“Black Butler, don’t tell me you want to be [Lise Deya] too?”

“That’s ridiculous! I definitely don’t! I think you’re just addicted to being spanked!”

“Better not be.” Deya snorted, “And White Queen, Scarlet Dead Apostles, you two don’t want to be her either, right?”

The White Queen affirmed, “Of course not.”

The Scarlet Dead Apostles added, “Not interested at all.”

Deya continued, “Then swear it. Sisters don’t lie to sisters.”

The White Queen said, “Deya, you know me. The proud White Queen doesn’t care for any man.”

The Scarlet Dead Apostles stated, “The Scarlet Dead Apostles, born for battle, don’t need love.”

The Black Butler added, “I wouldn’t let him lick my boots!”

Deya insisted, “Then swear it. Sisters don’t lie to sisters!”

The White Queen replied, “Deya, you actually don’t trust me? That hurts.”

The Scarlet Dead Apostles said, “I was just about to sacrifice myself for you, and you still want me to swear?”

The Black Butler concluded, “Believe it or not.”

Even Lise could tell something was wrong now.

“Dad, my dad, is going to be taken by the sisters… Deya, give me my body back!”

“The Little Witch has entered a rebellious phase, daring to order her sister around… You’ll be punished by coming online later.”

Deya watched Ashe squeeze in, holding his frozen right hand. She immediately wrapped her arms around his waist. Ashe quickly raised his almost icy right hand and said, “Hug your Aunt Bukin, not me. I’m covered in wounds, and my right hand is ice-cold. Aren’t you cold?”

“No, it’s warm.”

Once upon a time, Deya was a bit envious of the Sword Princess. She envied her for joining the team from the beginning, for having a better relationship with the Observer, for being able to banter with him freely, and for receiving more attention from him.

Even though the Sword Princess tried her best to hide it, even though the Observer adjusted the team’s atmosphere to the best state, Deya sometimes still felt like the third wheel.

But now, she no longer envied her.

The Sword Princess might stand shoulder to shoulder with the Observer, but the Little Witch also had her knight to protect her.

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