She Is Not a Witch

“Miss Lacey must be the hooded lady I spoke with earlier in the shop.”

Snape looked at the young woman before him. Her once golden hair had now turned silver, perhaps revealing her true appearance.

How beautiful, Snape marveled inwardly. Though he felt reluctant, the ambitions and desires he had suppressed for years were now ready to burst forth. To prove his strength and make those people from back then regret their actions, he couldn’t stop now.

“Your knowledge is impressive. If you went to Ruluna or Emenas, you’d have a bright future. There’s no need to throw your life away here, fighting to the death for Carithes.”

Snape felt a pang of regret for this talent; finding such promising individuals was becoming increasingly rare these days.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Snape.”

“I can’t betray my own heart. Since I promised that man his dying wish, I’ll keep my word and protect Carithes.”

“Perhaps being more flexible in life would be better, but that’s not the kind of life I want to live.”

“I once vowed never to lie to myself again, to live honestly no matter what.”

Loranhil extended her left hand. Deep red light particles began to appear in the hall, and then a blood-red spear materialized in the air. Like her eyes, it began to emanate a dangerous crimson glow.

Looking at the silver-haired, red-eyed girl before him, Snape felt admiration for her knowledge and beauty, but now he had no choice but to fight.

The massive gray golem swung down with one hand, like a mountain descending, creating howling winds and shock waves through the air.

The silver-haired figure moved.

Crack——

A sound like shattering glass rang out in the air.

Layer upon layer of pale golden magical barriers appeared before Snape. The spear tip carved long sparks and sharp sounds across the crystal-hard shields. The polygonal transparent barriers were sliced apart by the blood-red spear, continuously shattering.

The deep red spear tip flashed with dangerous radiance. A red streak flashed by, leaving a narrow, long trail of blood on Snape’s face.

Terrifying.

This was the only thought in Snape’s mind. Was she really only Sequence 4? He opened his right hand, and freezing light suddenly appeared in the air, attempting to limit the girl’s terrifying speed. But unfortunately, she easily dodged them all, the beams hitting empty space.

The golem’s giant palm came down, creating a hand-shaped crater in the center of the hall.

Snape’s situation had become precarious, so he held nothing back. The patterns on the giant’s body began to flow with light, and countless mana and magical power started to gather.

A thick, intense blue beam of light directly illuminated the entire hall, intending to kill everyone remaining inside.

Loranhil withdrew to defend, creating a wall of red crystal-like hexagons forming a honeycomb pattern to protect Chelsea, Melu, and the others left in the hall.

Looking at the silver-haired figure before her, Melu could hardly believe it. Was this Lacey’s true strength?

So radiant and powerful, yet the slender figure gave people an unparalleled sense of security.

Silver shoes stepped on the rubble and bricks, above them white silk stockings wrapped around slender calves. Knees were barely visible beneath the hem of the dress, which was of medium length and split in the middle, with red butterfly decorations on both sides of the skirt.

Loranhil kicked off, leaping into the air. The deep red spear traced a long, huge arc through the night sky, directly cutting through all of Snape’s defenses. The sound of shattering barriers popped like frying beans, finally scattering on the ground, while Snape’s form also shattered like glass.

Some kind of substitution magic, like castling in chess, the girl thought, then looked up at the giant-like golem.

Inside the ‘Titan’ golem, Snape gasped for air, steadying himself in the control room. The shock in his heart took a long time to subside.

Is this what a genius is? Perhaps the Red and White Princes of that time were at this level, he thought, suppressing the awe in his heart as he began to fully activate this war machine.

As if countless gears had started turning, the magical power inside the golem began to operate along specific tracks, and white steam started to billow from its back.

The rock-splitting arm swung down like a mountain, crashing heavily onto the cliff. The mansion, along with part of the mountainside, began to fall towards the sea cliff, with the remaining people inside crying out in alarm.

At this moment, Lady Philia separated from Master Helan. She manipulated air currents to support these people and gently lower them to the ground. Seeing this, Master Helan also stopped fighting; although he supported the organization, he had his own principles.

Loranhil felt relieved seeing Lady Philia act, allowing her to focus fully on the enemy before her.

Time to give it my all, she thought to herself.

Gripping the blood-red spear in her hand, she concentrated fully. The dense magical power at the spear tip burned fiercely, causing the surrounding air to distort.

Sensing the dangerous fluctuations, Snape didn’t hesitate. The golem directly grabbed part of the mountain, a boulder hundreds of meters in diameter, and hurled it down from the sky. It carried the force of tens of thousands of pounds, creating sharp, howling winds.

“Demon Spear · Gungnir!”

With a clear shout, the girl opened her eyes. In the pitch-black night, those eyes were like red moons as she hurled the spear.

More intense than lightning, the blood-red spear shot out from the earth like a meteor across the wilderness.

The massive gray-white boulder that blotted out the sky was as nothing before the blood-red trajectory. It was instantly pierced and pulverized, shattering and scattering like rain.

But it didn’t end there. The crimson meteor continued, piercing through the golem’s head, leaving a massive hole before disappearing into the endless night sky.

The golem still didn’t stop. An even more intense operational sound came from its towering body.

Bang——

As if some kind of steam hatch had been opened, long, narrow passages were revealed on the golem’s back. Then golden wings began to unfurl behind it, the dazzling wings majestic beyond compare, as if a god were descending.

The magnificent wings flowed and dispersed in the atmosphere. Upon closer inspection, one would realize the wings were composed of countless golden swords. These golden swords had intricate magical patterns and darted through the air with incredible speed and agility. Like a flock of birds returning to their nest, they swept down from the sky, rushing towards Loranhil. The sharp sword edges flickered with extremely dangerous light.

These flying golden swords were all enchanted, supernatural creations. They cut through air and all matter, pursuing the silver-haired girl’s figure. Occasionally passing through obstructing rocks, they left behind perfectly smooth cut surfaces.

The golden swords sliced across the crimson hexagonal barrier, producing intense friction sounds and sparks. The barrier’s light began to rapidly weaken. Swords cut through strands of hair and the edges of the dress that couldn’t dodge in time, leaving long, thin bloody marks on Loranhil’s body.

Blood and sweat mixed on her skin as Loranhil wielded twin blood-red swords, twirling in the air. Blood swords and golden swords constantly clashed, erupting in violent sparks. Broken golden swords scattered at her feet, some snapped in two, others with notched blades. Their blades no longer flowed with light, now dull and lackluster.

Crack——

With a crisp breaking sound, the blood swords in her hands reached their limit. They shattered upon impact with the golden swords, breaking into fragments and light, dissipating in the air.

Loranhil’s right hand opened, and in the void, crimson magical power gathered. Another blood-red sword materialized in her hand.

But as she continued to clash with the golden swords, the ‘Titan’ golem began to charge up, its chest gradually emanating a blue-white incandescent light.

This is bad!

The girl thought to herself. Then her blood sword flashed brilliantly, thrown out and exploding, blasting apart the incoming golden swords. Crimson magical power began to weave behind her, forming crystal-like wings.

The silver and red figure leapt into the night sky, like a fish swimming through rapid currents, moving at high speed. The crimson trajectory swayed in small arcs, dodging the pursuing golden swords, then shot straight upwards, piercing the clouds.

Ten thousand meters up, thin clouds flowed beneath her. In the vast, clear sky above was a luminous full moon, its light overflowing this world like water.

The earth, bathed in silver radiance, suddenly darkened as if someone had turned off the lights. Many people looked up at the sky in surprise. A figure stood at the center of the moon, silver hair flying, red eyes like blood. So slender and small, yet so dazzling, impossible to ignore.

Loranhil continuously gathered the moon’s special magical power. The magic on her wings burned fiercely, like colorless flames.

On the ground, the golem’s core in its chest gathered light particles, now fully charged. Then a pillar of light that shocked heaven and earth shot out, locking onto and striking at the girl in the sky.

The crimson barrier was rapidly consumed by the light pillar, dissipating into fragments and particles in just two seconds. But that was enough.

A blood-red lightning bolt shook heaven and earth. Everyone in Hopland felt the ground tremble, filled with fear. The red lightning directly split the light pillar, piercing its core and blasting a bottomless crater in the coast below. Countless seawater began to pour in, making gurgling sounds.

A hole was blasted in the golem’s chest, but it remained stubbornly unyielding. The golden swords emitted a droning sound, carrying their master’s obsession, unwillingness, and anger as they flew into the sky once more.

“Still unwilling to let go?”

The girl sighed, a sense of respect rising in her heart.

Loranhil’s figure plummeted rapidly from the sky, air currents streaming past her sides, hair and dress fluttering violently in the air.

Another blood-red spear slowly materialized in her hand. But unlike before, this time silver moonlight continuously gathered on the spear blade. Finally, the blade transformed into a moon blade, the overall shape resembling a long crescent sword.

Cold light like a saw, the edge sharp and alluring, the shaft like blood, a crimson branch.

Swoosh——

The crescent sword traced a new moon arc through the air. In the pale light, over a dozen golden swords were instantly shattered, turning into particles of light.

Several more moon crescents flashed by, and fragments of golden swords rained down from the sky like a shower. The silver-haired girl shot straight towards the gray-blue golem. Under the huge, towering shadow, this slender figure was so reassuring.

“Then, please rest in peace here.”

The shaft and moon blade burned with surging, unceasing crimson magical power, extending and lengthening as Loranhil swung it.

Like wielding a huge red brush hundreds of meters long, splashing ink and painting freely on white paper.

A silver-red arc spanning nearly a thousand meters cut through the night, slicing the golem. Then——

A second stroke——

A third stroke——

A fourth stroke——

A fifth stroke——

Until finally, the entire golem shattered into pieces, tumbling to the ground in silence.