As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

"I'm sorry... I'm afraid I can't do anything about what happened to you."

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"Janet... my love, you are finally willing to come back to me..."

On the big bed in the palace, the old king was lying there, whispering dreamily:

"Where did you go before? Come on, let me see your face..."

A figure stood beside the bed.

This person was shrouded in a black magic robe, which was exactly the same as that of the black-robed man Elek.

But unlike Elliott's skeleton body, obvious feminine features can be seen from her.

"Stupid humans."

The figure looked at the aging king on the bed, and made a cold voice:

"Even after becoming a king, still being bewitched by phantoms in your head...it's sad."

She raised a hand.

A medallion flew from the king and fell into her hand.

"Is this the key to the Void Library?"

She looked at the badge on her palm:

"The blood of the king, the heart of the dragon clan, and the remaining power of the gods are fused together... It turns out to be such a principle, no wonder even those stupid mages of Farnese can't decipher it."

"Snapped!"

The badge was suddenly blown to pieces in her hands!

"Just destroy another key, and no one will be able to enter that place."

Seeing the fine powder scattered on the ground, she said in a cold tone:

"Don't you want to be gods?"

"Today I completely cut off your hope..."

She slowly turned her dark face and looked at the king on the bed.

"Jennite -My Jennite Uh -!!"

As she turned her head, the king suddenly let out a cry of pain.

He sat up abruptly, his eyes suddenly opened wide, filled with bloodshot eyes, and the eyeballs began to bulge outward rapidly!

Then he kept struggling, twisting, and roaring on the bed; until he exhausted his last bit of strength and swallowed his last breath.

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"Stanford... I haven't seen you for a long time."

Inside the airship, an old mage with a beard that almost fell to the ground received Headmaster Stanford:

"The fluctuation of magic power on your body has hardly changed. It seems that the worldly affairs have made you forget your original intention of pursuing the principles of magic."

"The Great Sage of Sven."

Director Stanford leaned on his own vine crutches and bowed his head respectfully.

"You are no longer my student, so you don't need to be polite to me."

The mage known as the Great Sage replied:

"I saw your letter, which said that this time you want to recommend me a very good talent? Where is that person?"

"There's a little problem with this..."

The director of Stanford's face showed a look of helplessness:

"Our king Bruno forbade her to board the airship, but I still don't know why."

"is it?"

Great Sage Sven fell silent.

Obviously, he was hesitating.

——hesitating to fight against King Poultan for a potential seed.

"The girl is 17 years old this year. Although she started a bit late, she has reached the level of double S in the magic comprehensive test."

Director Stanford saw his hesitation and immediately dropped the bomb:

"Psychic power also has a good performance, so I think..."

"Double S evaluation?"

The great sage stood up abruptly!

"how can that be!"

He said in shock:

"Even in Farnes, there hasn't been such a genius for a long time. Poltain is a magical desert!"

"I don't think it's possible either."

The headmaster replied:

"But a witch also took a fancy to her aptitude, so I spent some time and secretly restored another data, and found that she also got an A+ evaluation in the ordinary student test."

"A+...that's the upper limit of a normal test."

The great sage sat back slowly and pondered:

"Even if this is her limit, it is also a rare seedling."

"So, I think we should seize this opportunity and snatch her from the Witch Assembly."

The headmaster knew that he was moved, so he immediately made a suggestion to strike while the iron is hot:

"The only problem is with the king..."

Hearing his words, Great Sage Sven let out a deep laugh.

"A mere human king actually wants to prevent Farnese from obtaining the future magic star?"

"I'll write him a letter myself."

He pounded the ground hard with his staff:

"You go and take that girl to the airship now, and I will conduct another detailed test for her."

Leaving from the airship, Principal Stanford hummed a ditty.

"Angelina, don't blame me for robbing students with you."

He thought with ease:

"How do you witches know how to cultivate a genius? You will only use those damn [trials] to kill her spirituality and talent."

"I pretended to be ignorant for so long, and I specially let the airship arrive at the capital ahead of time, isn't it because of this day?"

After getting into the carriage, he put the staff on his knees and began to meditate.

This is the habit of the legal profession.

Except for alchemists and some special professions, most magicians will spend a lot of time meditating.

But it is strange that the journey that can be completed in less than 10 minutes seems surprisingly long.

"Who wants to see me?"

The principal slowly opened his eyes, and asked in a deep voice:

"Using such a boring little trick, don't you feel that you have lowered your status?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the staff on his knees suddenly turned.

Then the front end was aimed at him, and the brilliance burst out!

"Varied--"

The head of the school turned pale with shock.

There was a violent explosion in the moving carriage!

A bloody body flew out of the shattered carriage and hung on the top of a tree.

"Exactly... who is...?"

The principal raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the side of the road with blurred eyes.

——There, he saw a dark shadow.

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"Ms. Angelina, is the magic circle drawn like this?"

Karina picked up the pattern she drew, and asked the female instructor nervously.

"Yes, your talent is very good."

Angelina said happily:

"In the future, you should be very suitable for making enchantments, and you will have a good future in alchemy."

"Teacher, I...I don't know how to draw a magic circle."

Shirley next to her looked like she was about to cry.

On the paper in her hand was a mess of graffiti, and it was impossible to tell what it was about.

"It doesn't matter, your specialty is fast chanting and excellent spell memory."