Summoner of Miracles

“ ———— ”

In the pitch-black corridor, everyone was silenced, making the air seem heavy and depressed. It was very painful.

“Sister...”

As if relying only on Charles, Anne snuggled tightly in her arms.

“Don't be afraid... don't be afraid...”

Charles was just holding Annie, staring at the three men in front of him, as if he could see the fierce confrontation that was going on between them, and his face was quite condensed.

As for Rojin, Magnus and the Dean of the Academy, their performance is different.

Magnus merely stood by with a cautious fire, looking cold, that is, with no intention of making a sound, let alone explaining it.

Luo's face was completely casual, as if he didn't know what he was saying or doing, very accommodating.

Opposite the Dean of the Academy, the expression on his face remained unchanged, but his eyes became sharp.

In a moment...

“Did you see anything here? Anejin-kun? ”

The dean spoke such a language slowly, clearly speaking in a relaxed tone, but giving a sense of being questioned.

And with the advent of this questioning, the most powerful magician of the nineteenth century, fearful magic, like intangible gravity, acted all over the place, pressing on everyone.

No, no, no.

To be more precise, it should be said that it is on Roseanne, and the rest of us feel nothing but the aftermath.

The most powerful magicians of the nineteenth century unleashed the same kind of magic as the shocking waves, which reminded Luo Zhenlian of the horny ghosts of the past.

The extraordinary power that comes from this exodus of power accumulated through overwhelming years is truly remarkable.

I'm afraid I would have succumbed to this strength if I had been replaced with an ordinary figure.

Even in the presence of the Demon King rank, facing this dean, he still has to feel heavy and fearful.

Anyway, since nightclubs are every four years, the Demon King will naturally be born in four years, but the strongest magician of the nineteenth century will not be born in a hundred years, only on a different level.

I suppose even looking around the world is one of the most powerful magicians of the nineteenth century?

I'm afraid even Magnus is weak compared to the dean.

In this college, this man is undoubtedly the supreme, strongest, and most supreme.

Those who do not fear Him, they do not exist here.

Unfortunately, not including Rosen.

“I did see something that, if it came out, would probably cause a sensation, a disgusting thing that wouldn't even make this college completely subverted. ”

Luo Zhen endured the horrible magic of ordinary figures giving in on the spot and smiled at the college director.

“After all, there are facilities like this in the basement of the college, and there are still things like that in the facilities here, how can you not be held accountable? ”

“For example, the British Government. ”

“Again, for example, associations. ”

Once again, the horrible silence swept over the field.

The dean's eyes finally squinted, watching the divine colour from the indulgence or even with a slight provocation of Rojin, had to be silenced.

Obviously, even the Dean of the Academy was somewhat surprised.

Surprised that under such circumstances, Luo can still withstand the pressure from himself, and openly and boldly tell the face to face this sensitive topic.

Even Magnus couldn't help but look at Rosen and his eyes flashed slightly.

At this point, there is only one thought left in Magnus' mind.

That's...

How deep is he now?

The more Magnus thinks, the heavier his heart becomes.

Two years later, Magnus knew that Rosen would definitely be much better than he was, but he never thought he'd be strong like this, did he?

Even if Magnus knew, and could accept, that he could fight with all the magic of his Red Wing Array on that night alone, solving the entire "Workshop of God" on his own, he didn't think that Bronson alone, who had no understanding of the colours, could do anything about Rojin, who might be able to withstand the pressure of the most powerful magicians of the nineteenth century without changing colours, that was, Magnus couldn't be imprudent.

Now, Magnus finds himself unable to see through the real details.

Especially in this situation, the doll who doesn't carry the Flower Willow Moon around can do it so fearlessly, which is not something that can be done at random.

“Master...”

I don't know if I feel the clotting in Magnus's heart, the flames whispering.

“Should I take this opportunity...”

Whatever the fire wants to say, Magnus naturally cannot fail to understand.

In the absence of automatic figures, Rojin must be the easiest to solve right now.

Must be what Hotaru thinks, huh?

It also means that the flames do not recognize the real threat.

The lack of a doll is nothing to this man.

The flames do not recognize this at all.

So...

“Stand down. ”

“... yes. ”

Magnus gave a short, cold order, lowered his head, silenced for a while before retreating.

Such a fire could not help but look in the direction of Roseanne.

But the next second, the flames will see.

Luo Zhen was already looking at her, his eyes were full of fun.

“...... ”

Flaming hearts are tight and freezing.

He'd have known...!

The fire thought so, but did not expect Luo Zhen, as if nothing had been noticed, to put his eyes back on the silent dean.

“Just kidding. ”

Luo Zhen, who caused one sensitive topic after another, suddenly seemed like a complete loss of excitement, whilst striking up the arrears, making no sound.

“What kind of secret is this place? It has nothing to do with me. Let's get out of here and go back to the dormitory and take a good bath and get some sleep. ”

That's what Rosen said, and then he went straight ahead, rubbing it against the dean and Magnus, and walked in front of the aisle.

Both the dean and Magnus let Luo Zhen walk by, no one spoke and had no idea what was on their mind.

Thereafter, the Dean made a sound like nothing else.

“Well, now that we've found someone, let's get out of here. ”

After that, the Dean also turned around and walked forward.

“... open the road ahead, flaming. ”

“... yes. ”

Magnus had such a heavy conversation with the flames that he took a step forward.

“Sister... we...? ”

Henry raised his head and questioned Charles as if he were taking a breath.

“We'll follow. ”

Charles took a deep breath and lifted Annie up.

A walker walks in the corridor with all his heart and no longer engages in any dialogue, letting the silence swim away.

Shortly thereafter, a monster appeared again that was uncomfortable.

And what they are, where they are, what they're used for, these secrets, they're still hidden.