Chapter 56
Chapter 56: Please, Violette!
The two were in a quiet underground canyon.
Feilin and Violette maintained their silence, just like most of the times they spent together.
Violette really liked being quietly together with Feilin like this.
She sat on a patch of grass, surrounded by wildflowers that began dancing for her as they listened to the wind’s whispers.
Cool mountain breeze passed through the canyon, gently stirring her pink hair.
Violette secretly glanced at Feilin sitting beside her, thinking this wasn’t bad at all.
No one would ever disturb their time alone together.
It would be wonderful if they could be trapped here forever.
Feilin couldn’t go anywhere, and there wouldn’t be so many bad women—he could only stay with her in this dungeon of unknown depth.
Violette didn’t know the demon was still alive. She thought she and Feilin had simply been randomly teleported somewhere.
Violette looked at the distant grassland, thinking of building a small wooden house there and spending the rest of their lives together with Feilin.
No need to think about future or family—just thinking about what to cook for the next meal would be enough.
Though the two of them might still feel a bit lonely.
If only they could… have children.
I wonder if Feilin prefers boys or girls.
Violette’s face instantly turned bright red.
She shook her head frantically. How could she think about such things!
Time flowed slowly in this peaceful canyon.
Violette wished it could go even slower, even slower, until time stopped forever at this moment.
But beautiful times are always brief.
A strange fluctuation suddenly rippled through the air, like a stone thrown into a calm lake.
Violette keenly sensed this change and instinctively moved closer to Feilin.
The canyon’s space began to distort, and a crack slowly opened before them.
“You two are really loving. Are you perhaps a couple?”
Hubert emerged from the crack, his body now covered in wounds.
Even a demon with super recovery abilities couldn’t heal such severe injuries in a short time.
If he hadn’t used all the magic power he’d accumulated in his lifetime to cast his origin magic, he would have died long ago under Violette and Bernice’s surprise attack.
Violette positioned herself in front of Feilin, reaching into her bag only to find all the high-level spell cards were gone, leaving only a few low-level ones.
“Hmm? Lost something? I forgot to mention—my origin magic can destroy high-level spell cards.”
Violette’s heart sank, and she pushed Feilin behind her.
“Feilin, run quickly. I’ll hold him off.”
Violette didn’t want to see Feilin get hurt or fall before her.
Even if she only had a few low-level spell cards, she could at least delay things a little.
Violette gripped the spell cards in her bag tightly, not daring to look away from Hubert.
This demon had survived seventh-level spell cards and divine magic and still wasn’t dead. These few low-level spell cards in her hand couldn’t possibly hurt him.
She probably would never get to see Feilin again.
She desperately wanted to turn around and look at Feilin one more time, but she was afraid the demon would make a move the moment she turned her head.
Violette took a deep breath and threw out the second-level spell card in her hand.
After the spell card’s pattern was completed, a flame shot from the card’s center toward Hubert.
But he just waved his hand lightly, and the flame instantly dissipated in the air.
“Hmm? Only this level? I can give you a few more rounds.”
Violette bit her lip and threw out several more spell cards consecutively, still unable to harm him.
No good. Low-level spell cards were completely useless against him.
This way, she couldn’t even delay him, and Feilin couldn’t possibly escape in his current condition.
She was still too weak to protect even the person most important to her.
“Violette.”
Feilin behind her spoke softly.
“Yes?”
“Close your eyes.”
“But…”
“Trust me.”
Violette didn’t hesitate and obediently closed her eyes.
Feilin pulled two spell cards from his pocket.
His shake-shake lottery involved overlapping two spell cards, activating them simultaneously and terminating them simultaneously, randomly releasing 1st-7th level spell cards. If the second person had physical contact, the larger the contact area, the higher the probability of releasing high-level spell cards.
“Sorry, Violette. The situation is a bit urgent right now.”
Feilin said quietly. He took a deep breath and pulled Violette into his embrace.
As long as he and Violette were completely pressed together, it should be the maximum probability!
The girl in his arms was startled at first, then let out a soft whimper. She gripped Feilin’s shoulders tightly, as if she had found long-lost support.
Unlike when she had forcibly hugged Feilin in the Homhot commercial district before, this time she could rely on him completely, feeling his warmth and heartbeat.
The taste of peace of mind.
When their two hearts pressed tightly together, an unprecedented emotion welled up in Violette’s heart.
She remembered everything Feilin had done for her before, remembered his smile, remembered his companionship, remembered how he always appeared when she needed him.
It was Feilin who showed her the world, Feilin who helped her emerge from the shadows in her heart. No matter how eccentric her personality was back then, he never gave up on her.
Violette finally understood why she instinctively reached for spell cards wanting to blow away all the other girls when she saw Feilin with them.
Why she always wanted to lock him by her side.
Why she wanted to be with him every moment.
She finally realized—this was what liking someone meant.
Violette quietly opened her eyes and secretly glanced at Feilin. He was staring seriously ahead, his brow slightly furrowed.
She and Feilin might end their lives here.
“Realizing it at a time like this—isn’t it a bit too late…”
Violette thought silently, but her lips unconsciously curved into a slight smile.
She gently nuzzled Feilin’s neck with her head, then quietly closed her eyes.
At least in the final moment of her life, she was with Feilin.
Feilin felt the movement in his arms and his heart trembled slightly, but he had no time to think about it.
He took a deep breath and overlapped the two spell cards, his fingers trembling slightly.
“Will it work?”
He felt uncertain.
“Hmm? Two first-level spell cards? Want to make a final resistance?” Hubert wanted to see this young man’s last struggle.
The moment both spell cards activated simultaneously, two chaotic spell patterns appeared before Feilin’s eyes.
Next came the simultaneous termination.
In an instant, the patterns of the two spell cards merged together, bursting with unprecedented brilliance.
Please, God!
Feilin knew his shake-shake lottery could probably only be used once, since it was too strange—that demon wouldn’t give him a second chance to cast it.
At this moment, Violette seemed to sense something too. She pressed tightly against Feilin’s body, and her heartbeat, her warmth, her emotions, her wishes all seemed to converge onto the spell cards at this moment.
The chaotic patterns suddenly stabilized, and golden light like that of the gods appeared before Feilin’s eyes, displaying the pattern of a fifth-level spell card in the air.
“Impossible! How can it be a fifth-level spell card!”
Hubert couldn’t understand the current situation, but relying on years of combat experience, he instinctively released a magic shield in front of himself.
The spell card activated.
Divine power collided with magic power, creating violent fluctuations in the air.
Hubert’s shield, released with his last magic power, barely managed to block this attack.
This fifth-level spell card was much more powerful than he had expected.
But as long as he survived this strike, victory would be his, and he absolutely wouldn’t give this young man a chance for a second attack.
However, at that moment, the spell card in Feilin’s hand lit up again, and a second, even brighter light was gathering.
Red spell patterns unfolded in the air, denser and more complex than before.
Hubert’s pupils contracted sharply.
This was impossible!
Why was there a second strike?
And these spell patterns—could this be a sixth-level spell card?
What the hell was this?!
The sixth-level spell card’s light made Hubert unable to keep his eyes open. That hellish red flame roared toward Hubert.
The magic shield shattered the instant it was hit by the sixth-level spell card, and he was completely engulfed in the scorching light.
“You’re cheating…”
Before he could even finish his last complaint, the demon was reduced to ashes in the light of the two spell cards.
Feilin’s hand was still trembling slightly. It wasn’t until Violette moved in his arms that he came back to his senses.
This shake-shake lottery could actually release two spell cards consecutively?
It seemed not only the spell card level but even the number of spell cards released could be random.
Feilin suddenly had a somewhat absurd thought—if he hugged more people, would the number and level of spell cards released be even higher?
“Feilin…”
Violette’s voice still carried some trembling, her heartbeat hadn’t calmed down yet.
“What was that just now?”
Violette, who had kept her eyes closed, hadn’t seen how Feilin defeated the demon.
Without any high-level spell cards, how had Feilin managed to do it?
“Just now? Just now was…”
Just as Feilin was worrying about how to explain, deep blue magic power gradually covered the embracing pair.
With the demon’s death, the origin magic stopped activating.
The surrounding scenery began to distort, and the familiar dungeon scene reappeared before their eyes.
They were back at the place where they had first encountered the demon.
“The young lady is back!”
“Thank goodness the young lady is safe!”
“The young lady is indeed amazing—she can even defeat demons!”
The guard team’s cheering didn’t last long.
Because everyone saw that the Siraphel family’s young lady was currently holding Feilin tightly, her face flushed, her eyes containing only Feilin’s reflection.
The sensible guards had already turned around.
But there was still one insensible young lady.
Standing to the side, Adeline’s face instantly turned iron-blue, a flash of coldness passing through her blue-gray eyes.
After Feilin was transferred away by the demon, Adeline had been worried about him the whole time.
But now she was seeing Violette and Feilin embracing tightly.
What had happened between those two?!
Violette also noticed Adeline’s gaze.
The two young ladies’ eyes collided in the air, as if invisible sparks were flying, making the atmosphere heavy.