“Please accept this compensation first, and then, if you have any item delivery or location teleportation needs in the capital, I beg you to kindly allow me to continue serving you.”

“Since you insist, Mr. Aukan.” Ansel reluctantly accepted the purple crystal card he handed over, “Then I have no choice but to accept.”

Aukan breathed a sigh of relief, then straightened up and turned to look at the icy woman.

Ravenna Ziegler, an unparalleled genius among the young generation of sorcerers in the entire empire, a huge threat in the eyes of the Etheric Academy, a supreme treasure within the Tower of Babel, and…

An extremely hard-to-accept super psychopath.

If it can be said that the trouble Seraphina caused in the Frost Tower was due to her hot temper, inability to control herself, and arrogant stupidity… then the various derogatory names Ravenna herself left in the academic world and even a wider level, are because—

She looks down on everyone, everyone, very equally.

“Miss Ziegler.” Aukan’s tone became much more neutral, even carrying a hint of warning, “Your behavior is a great disrespect to Lord Hydral, even if Lord Hydral forgives you, we can still take you to the imperial court.”

“Then go.”

Ravenna coldly threw out these words, her gaze still firmly fixed on Ansel.

“Hydral, let your pact head fight me.”

“Hmm?” Ansel’s eyebrows raised slightly, “You disturbed me, and you still want such a good thing?”

“Ha! You said it yourself!”

As soon as Ansel’s words fell, Seraphina excitedly took two steps forward, a vague beast-like shadow twisting behind her, and a faint growl echoed in the room.

Aukan’s eyelids twitched, and he quickly put on a smile: “Miss Marlowe, you…”

“Ansel!”

Seraphina turned to look at Ansel, eager to try: “Can I teach this guy a lesson now!”

Seeing her extremely excited look, Ansel didn’t want to spoil his own girl’s mood, she who had been ridden over by Ravenna was probably suffocating.

“Well… that’s fine.”

Under Aukan’s slightly horrified gaze, Ansel nodded with a smile: “But, stop when it’s enough, understand?”

“Hehe, I understand.”

“For this kind of trash…” The ferocious wolf raised its chin, pinched the collar around its neck, and the smile became more and more violent.

“Count me lost if I go all out.”

“Come on!”

Seraphina pointed at her own head: “Don’t ruin the clothes Ansel gave me, hit here.”

Upon discerning the situation, Aukan hastily addressed Ansel: “Lord Hydral, you —”

Ansel merely raised his hand, and the seemingly extraordinary man had no choice but to fall silent, reinforcing the room in quiet frustration.

Without any hesitation, Ravenna unleashed a scathing remark, and the floating cannon released a blazing beam of light, striking Seraphina’s head.

Seraphina’s face began to emit smoke as she tilted her head back slightly. When she lowered her head again… well, her face was slightly singed.

In an instant, the powerful self-healing ability of the pact head’s amplified strength restored Seraphina’s cheeks to their original smooth.

The girl, with her arms crossed, cocked her head disdainfully and said, “Is that all?”

Ravenna continued to fire emotionlessly, the intensity of the light beam noticeably higher than before, but the damage inflicted on Seraphina was… even less.

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly, and a streak of light flashed across the lenses of her gray-white glasses.

The next second, four floating cannons fired simultaneously, creating a spectacle as if intending to obliterate Seraphina’s head. Aukan watched with trepidation, but the girl merely clicked her tongue, standing there uninterested and too lazy to move.

“Boring,” Seraphina spat discontentedly, her saliva instantly evaporating in the light beam. But, she then used her head to withstand the continuous bombardment, step by step approaching Ravenna.

“You dare make such a fuss in front of Ansel, I thought you were the empe — ahem, I thought you were someone big.”

Seraphina walked nonchalantly through the light beams, reached Ravenna, and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her up.

“Apologize now.”

Seeing Ravenna cease her bombardment, Seraphina assumed she had submitted and said smugly, “Apologize to Ansel properly, use respectful language, and I’ll let you off.”

“…Basic data collection at 56%, analysis of the basic model established for demand…” “…Huh?”

The girl looked at the woman, who was mumbling something with her head drooping, and unconsciously leaned in closer. “What are you muttering?”

“Data has met the minimum requirements.”

After uttering these words, the seemingly perpetually cold-faced sorcerer raised her head, her eyes filled with contempt and disdain, which were transmitted unabashedly through her glasses to Seraphina.

“We will meet again soon, uncivilized beast.”

Then, Miss Ravenna…

Exploded.

Amidst the rising thick black smoke, an unharmed Seraphina stared in disbelief at the “head” in her hand.

Half of the face had been blown away, revealing a cold, metallic skeleton.

“This, this—”

“An alchemical puppet,” Ansel shrugged. “She wouldn’t use her real body the first time she caused you trouble.”

“Shameless!”

Seraphina fumed, crushing the metal head with one hand. “Coward! Bitch! She’s dead! Don’t let me catch her!”

She had thought she was the one shining brightly, beating her opponent, but instead, she had been played for a fool. Seraphina was so angry that she wished she could find Ravenna’s real body and pin her to the ground for a good beating.

“I thought she felt a bit off, not very human-like.”

In fact, the keen perception brought by the head of wind had already given Seraphina an unnatural feedback, but our country wolf couldn’t discern what that feedback meant.

Watching the farce come to an end, Aukan cautiously said to Ansel, “Lord Hydral, the carriage and food have been prepared for you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Aukan.”

Ansel stood up, leaning on his scepter, and looked at Seraphina, who was still stomping on the puppet’s remains in indignation. He couldn’t help but smile and say, “Alright, Seraphina, it’s time for us to leave.”

“…Ah? Oh, alright…”

With a final disgruntled kick, the girl sent the remains flying and followed Ansel out.

“Ansel, who is that woman really? That sour face… who is she?”

“Have you met her before, don’t you remember?”

Seraphina was taken aback, “When was this?”

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