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Abigail meticulously checked the surroundings. After confirming that the backup energy had indeed been stolen, she was incredulous.
Someone actually dared to steal Florina’s things—aren’t they afraid the church would come after them?
Mukooi suggested, “Can we use other energy sources?”
“No, this summoning circle is special.”
“Then… can we make another one?”
“This was made by Florina herself. To recreate it, I’d need to study it for a while, and a lot of rare materials would have to be collected.”
The extra backup energy had originally been Abigail’s suggestion to Florina.
She had planned this a long time ago, intending to use it to find Florina after graduating from the academy.
Abigail shrugged helplessly, acknowledging that worrying now wouldn’t help.
Mukooi grew irritated—she didn’t want to wait that long.
“We need to find a way to retrieve the energy.”
Abigail watched as Mukooi flopped onto the bed, rubbing against the sheets as if trying to sense something. She showed no sign of stopping.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for energy.”
“Do you take me for a fool?”
The energy they needed was that of the summoning circle, not… Florina’s personal “energy”!
Abigail doubted Mukooi’s motives—had she grown desperate enough to go after Florina’s bed?
Suddenly, Mukooi paused, furrowing her brow.
Turning her head slightly, she sniffed twice, whispering, “Why does Florina’s bed smell like demons?”
She jumped off the bed sadly. The sheets were contaminated!
A demon had been here!
“Why would demons come to Florina’s cabin?” Abigail was puzzled.
No one knew Florina had gone to another world; everyone assumed she was still living in the countryside.
At this point, demons coming to steal the former saint’s belongings was like “knowingly going into the tiger’s den.”
“Also, I found this.”
Mukooi held a small recording stone.
It had been embedded in the gap between the headboard and the wall, placed conspicuously as if meant to be found.
A recording stone is a magical mineral capable of recording images, functioning like a pinhole camera.
Leaving it by Florina’s bed was obviously intentional.
Seeing the stone, Abigail visibly tensed, pressing her lips together.
She couldn’t let Mukooi know she had secretly hidden twelve recording stones in Florina’s room; otherwise, all her treasured recordings would have been stolen.
Strangely, she thought she had collected all the stones—there should be no way one was left here.
Thus, Abigail concluded, “Most likely left by that demon.”
“Perfect, let’s see where this thief took the energy.”
Activating the stone, a mist-like white light appeared on its surface. Gradually, the light solidified into a clear image, and a familiar face appeared.
Her long hair was light purple, adorned with a butterfly headband, wearing an elegant white dress with a black vest.
It was Melvie!
Mukooi and Abigail exchanged astonished glances.
Why would the demon princess come here?
“Ah, Florina’s scent!”
As soon as Melvie entered and set down the recording stone, she hugged Florina’s blanket, sniffing it intensely. When she lifted her head, Abigail thought it was over.
But Melvie’s face flushed red, and she continued wriggling on the bed like a caterpillar.
“I take back my earlier thoughts about her being desperate,” Abigail covered her face.
Melvie’s behavior was clearly even more extreme than Mukooi’s.
Mukooi groaned, “Can this recording stone fast-forward?”
If she continued watching, she feared she might crush it in frustration.
She hadn’t even sniffed Florina’s blankets this way.
“I’ll adjust it.”
The footage skipped to Melvie rummaging through a hidden compartment.
“According to what you said, Florina used this circle to go to another world.”
She placed the backup energy in the center of the summoning circle.
The moment the crystal touched the circle, the light patterns spread along its runes.
Melvie stepped into the glowing circle and waved at the recording stone:
“If you’re watching this recording, it means I’ve already taken the first step.
One step slow, every step slow. Wait a little longer, Mukooi, and you’ll be ready to attend my wedding with Florina.”
Her tone was full of provocation.
Mukooi said nothing, her cheeks puffed slightly in anger as she took a few strides to grab Melvie.
Abigail used her mage hand to pull her back, “Calm down. She’s just an image; you can’t reach her.”
If Mukooi destroyed the summoning circle in a rash move, their preparations would be delayed.
“She’s already running off to marry Florina—how can I stay calm?”
Mukooi stomped forward, the mage hand stretching like dough.
Forced, Abigail formed a semi-transparent water sphere around Mukooi’s head with water magic.
“I suggest you cool your mind. Do you really think Florina would marry her?”
Abigail felt that Melvie’s actions were just to provoke Mukooi. Why would a demon princess like a saint—especially the daughter of a demon king? They hated the church the most.
(Sleeping peacefully, Ceryanna sneezed: Achoo!)
Even if Melvie genuinely liked Florina, she wouldn’t necessarily agree.
Mukooi blew bubbles inside the water sphere, “Oh yeah!”
Abigail sighed, “Anything involving Florina makes you impulsive.”
“But what do we do next?”
Mukooi’s unease didn’t dissipate. A hero’s intuition was always accurate—she strongly suspected that Melvie’s actions were directed at Florina.
The circle lacked energy and couldn’t be activated immediately. With the time difference between worlds, Melvie might succeed, and then… where would she cry?
“Simple. What’s Melvie’s status?”
“Demon King’s daughter.”
“And yours?”
“Hero.”
“If the Demon King’s daughter messes up, doesn’t the Demon King need to be responsible?”
The recording stone in Mukooi’s hand was proof enough.
“Understood.”
The summoning circle lacked materials, so they could just take them from the Demon King’s home.
…
When the school bell rang, Yoshira Kihaku awoke from a dream.
Time to pack up and go home.
Turning her head, she saw Ceryanna half-lidded, watching her.
“Anna-chan.”
“Kihaku, you seem troubled.”
“Is it that obvious?”
Seeing Anna nod, Kihaku touched her face, “Sorry for making you worry.”
“Want to talk?”
Kihaku opened her mouth but seemed to reconsider, swallowing her words.
“No, I have to go first.”
She grabbed her backpack and left the classroom.
And she was gone.
Anna was puzzled, sensing Kihaku’s mood was low today; she seemed distracted in class
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