Their world doesn't need gods.

Chapter 247 Illya and Alia's Avengers (1)

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Antonio did not answer immediately, but fell into a brief silence.

The man didn't know whether he was thinking or doing something else.

The man had no other options but to wait. This was the sadness of his weakness.

[…Tsk, it’s troublesome, but as long as I can kill that girl, it’ll be fine. Also, you have to personally kill Alfred. That brat is really too much of a hindrance, I plan to let that brat named Roderick take his place.]

After a while, Antonio finally responded to the man again.

"If that's the case, then there's no problem. I'll let them go on stage. Okay, what's that brat Al going to do this time?"

The man put down the black chess piece and pressed the magic device in his hand.

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—Michelle—

In the quiet corridor of the main castle.

Although she could vaguely hear the commotion coming from all over the academy, Michelle remained unmoved. She just quietly waited for someone to appear in this corridor.

Michelle was very worried about her beloved apprentices Liliana and Alfred. However, everyone had things they had to accomplish, and Michelle was no exception.

Click, click, the sound of someone's footsteps was heard at the other end of the corridor.

When the newcomer approached, Michelle stood in the middle of the passage.

The person who appeared was named Orwell Sweet, and he was the instructor in charge of herbology and puppet alchemy medicine for first and second year students.

Michelle used to think that this civilian tutor looked quite kind. But...

"Ms. Michelle, why are you here?"

Seeing Michelle, Orwell asked with some surprise.

"That's what I want to ask, Sweet. Why are you here?"

Michelle narrowed her eyes slightly and questioned Orwell.

"I was in the lab and heard a commotion outside, so I came out to see what was going on."

Orwell explained with a confused look on his face.

"But...Sister Alberta should have informed us long ago that all the instructors must attend tonight's party."

"Ahahaha, I accidentally forgot about this. Look how careless I am."

Orwell touched the back of his head and responded apologetically.

"I lied to you."

Michelle said suddenly.

"Sister Alberta didn't inform you about this matter. As for the reason, I think you should know it very well, right?"

"What does it mean?"

Orwell put away his usual good-natured demeanor and stared at Michelle with a menacing gaze. He looked like a poisonous snake threatening an enemy that was approaching him.

"What do you think? I never thought you would bring something like this to the academy, or was it prepared directly in the academy?"

Michelle took out a small bottle and shook it gently.

The purple-black liquid in this small bottle is usually called the Black Death Curse, which is an extremely dangerous curse-type magical poison.

Most people will be infected immediately if they get even a little bit of it on their skin.

The cursed person will first develop black spots on his body and have a high fever.

After a few days, the victim's skin and internal organs will begin to fester at the same time, and eventually die from the curse.

Moreover, this curse is extremely difficult to remove. Except for the royal-level curse breakers, there is almost no hope of removing the curse before it causes death.

When Orwell saw the small bottle in Michelle's hand, he was stunned for a moment, then he checked his pocket.

"Really... Although you look cute, your hands and feet are unexpectedly dirty."

Orwell shrugged helplessly and said.

"Unfortunately, I didn't steal this thing. It appeared out of thin air. Also, you are not qualified to comment on whether others have dirty hands or not, right?"

Michelle did not lie, the small bottle really appeared out of thin air on the ground.

However, she knew that this was Alfrid's companion, who had been sent here using some kind of super-advanced space transfer magic that she was not familiar with.

“That’s not wrong.”

Orwell took off the single-frame glasses he always wore and shrugged his shoulders as if he had accepted his fate.

"Why, you don't plan to pretend anymore... Sir Orwell J. Kemp, the former bishop of the Eastern Pastoral District of the Annu Empire?"

Michelle suppressed her anger and asked in the calmest tone possible.

"There's no point in pretending, right? I don't know what's going on, but you seem to have confirmed my identity."

Orwell narrowed his eyes into slits and smiled crazily.

"Really? I have been in this annoying academy for more than ten years just to fulfill the oracle given by Master Antonio himself. I never thought that my identity would be exposed so easily.

Now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to kill you and then get rid of Rosemary and that annoying kid called Alfred myself."

"It's really disgusting, but this expression suits a scumbag like you."

Michelle said coldly, stretching out her hand to the side of her body.

Her puppets, the Ice Hydra Mio, the Winter Phoenix Lily of the Valley, and the three-headed elven dragon, immediately transformed into pale blue light and wrapped around her body. The puppets transformed into ice-blue knight armor and long swords.

Magic puppet spirit outfit.

Although it is considered a taboo technique in the empire and can only be used by those with special permission, in the Elf Empire, this technique is considered a trump card secret technique.

At least, that's what Alberta, who taught Michelle the technique, said.

"How stupid. That stupid girl who was so scared when she saw her companions gradually turning into monsters that she dared not move at all, now just because she can use the puppet spirit suit, she thinks she can deal with me?"

Orwell sneered and gently stroked the ring on the middle finger of his right hand with his left hand.

The disgusting gray liquid slowly flowed out from the gem on the ring, crawling all over Orwell's body bit by bit, and gradually solidified into a gray armor.

The chest of the armor was engraved with a strange tentacle monster pattern. The helmet and shoulder armor also had disgusting decorations that looked like tentacles and animal horns. The taste was so bad that I didn't know how to describe it.

But such a disgusting thing is very suitable for the despicable scum in front of her, Michelle thought.