Chapter 121: Oona

Tearing up the employment contract is clearly unrealistic.

That is a magic contract of quite high level; upon signing, it was immediately recorded within the Magic Control Union.

"You should know that among magical disasters, some are very difficult to fully dispel or possess high controllability and stability, such as magical constructs or alchemical creations that only cause disasters when not in use. For these types of disasters, the Magic Control Union has a specialized department: the Containment Department."

"If the Snow Hill Evening News were to compile a ranking of the 'Magic Control Union's Most Unpopular Departments,' the Containment Department would surely top the list."

Sharon's face turned ashen.

The two were heading toward the office of that Deputy Director, Oona.

Rod was not particularly nervous.

He ran through in his mind the matters that could link him to this Magic Control Union director.

As for the Nu Yi Zhou, there should be no possibility there; he hadn't been hiding anything. Raising succubi, orcs, and ghouls were small matters he did openly and straightforwardly.

Could it be something from Sharon's investigation report?

Rod guessed she might be interested in high-level dungeon passes.

"Why is it unpopular?"

He asked.

"Staff in the Containment Department must inspect the status of contained items every day. To test the properties of these things, they often summon death-row prisoners from various countries, but even so, aside from the Field Operations Group, it is the department with the highest mortality rate.

Moreover, you might very well die without even knowing how you died! This kind of unknown is just as annoying as an extra-dimensional space!"

Having said that, Sharon shivered, and her dog tail tucked itself in.

"I heard there is a statue of a Winged People there; you must keep your gaze fixed on it, otherwise it will approach at great speed and then—crack! —twist your head off!"

Hearing this, Rod laughed:

"That doesn't sound like a magical construct; it sounds more like a ghost story from some country."

"It's real!"

The little dog, unconvinced, said, "The mages in the Research Department even developed a new spell on this statue called 【Blindfolded Instant Travel】; as long as no one is watching, it can move at super-high speed."

"More importantly, my lord Oona is Councilor Julia's personal mage. Although she doesn't manage much, her authority is absolutely not low!"

While speaking,

the two arrived outside an office.

After gently pulling the bell on the door,

quickly,

a gentle and soft female voice came from inside, sounding young and carrying a slight lisp as if just learning to speak:

"Come in."

The two exchanged a glance.

Little dog Sharon swallowed hard, while Rod smiled.

Click—

The alchemical light from the corridor shot into the room, instantly making the interior layout clear.

Beneath the towering ceiling, dark curtains depicting the movement of stars and ancient spells slowly hung down.

Spread across the floor was a finely woven, colorful carpet embroidered with complex magical array diagrams and spells incomprehensible to low-level mages.

At the end of the carpet, a large desk stood quietly; scattered upon its surface were various wands, crystal balls, and unfinished scrolls, while beside it, a mountain of books almost submerged the entire corner.

A mage in a pristine white robe stood leisurely.

The shadow of the hood concealed her face; one could only see from the hand resting on the desk that she was a woman with wheat-colored skin.

"My lord Oona."

The two greeted her in unison.

"Less small talk."

That my lord Oona waved her hand.

Even though her face was unclear, one could feel she was looking at Rod.

"Forester Rod, are you interested in becoming a girl? I know a plague mage who is an expert in gender-change spells; her technique is the best I have ever seen."

"..."

Rod's forehead was covered in black lines.

"What's wrong? Does silence mean you agree?"

"No, my lord Oona, I have no intention of changing gender; I am very satisfied with my current male identity."

"Really not considering it? Girls smell so sweet. I can even arrange a facial transformation spell for you; your face is handsome, but it's too rugged."

"Not considering it!"

Rod said firmly.

He suspected that if even a trace of thought or hesitation appeared, my lord Oona would seize upon it.

Some very high-level thought-manipulation spells can amplify fleeting thoughts.

The Snow Hill Evening News had reported on a related tragedy:

A kobold's thought, "If only I were a clam, I wouldn't have to work; opening and closing my shell would be a whole day," was discovered by a prank-loving mage, who took it out of context and amplified the thought "I am a shell."

This directly caused that Mr. Kobold to break off two front teeth, jump to the seaside, and open and close his mouth, and he has still not recovered.

The local authorities were also shameless; they even imitated the Dragon-Watching Festival of Emerald City and created a Clam Festival, occasionally bringing out that kobold as a tourist attraction.

Sure enough.

Threads of mana flashed across Rod's head.

"Ah, such high mental resistance."

While speaking, this Deputy Director of the Containment Department, my lord Oona, filled her tone with laughter and surprise.

"Lady Ona, this is—"

Sharon finally recovered from the shock and hurriedly asked.

"It's nothing, nothing, just a little joke."

The way you look so regretful doesn't seem like a joke.

Rod weakly thought to himself.

This white-robed mage's accumulated magical power was the highest he had ever seen among mages.

The moment he joined, he was already being targeted by someone like this?

Honestly, Rod did have a tiny thought of quitting the Magic Control Union in his heart.

As if she had seen through this thought of his.

"Ahhh, sorry, sorry! I really was just joking!"

This Mage Ona actually lowered herself, apologizing again and again.

She hurriedly took out a pile of things from her spell pouch.

The Magic Control Union uniform, over a dozen spellbooks, a large handful of spell rings, as well as a pile of spell materials and various credentials.

Sharon widened her eyes in disbelief.

Are the onboarding benefits really this generous?

But Rod didn't take them, looking at the other party in confusion.

"—it's Lady Hera, you know!" Under the brief standoff, Ona found a breakthrough point.

"Scorpion Woman Hera?"

"Yes! Lady Hera and Commissioner Yulia are good friends, and she specifically asked me to look after you!"

That wasn't the case at all.

Ona was already crying inwardly.

Based on all these years of experience being a nanny by Yulia's side, her words most likely couldn't be fully trusted.

Castration was absolutely out of the question.

But an investigation was definitely necessary. Lady Hera and Lady Yulia's relationship was no ordinary one—if she really had something going on with this forest ranger, based on the lady's personality, at most she'd throw a little fit, and in the end she'd definitely still go along with Lady Hera's wishes.

Then this Rod definitely couldn't be offended!

*Sob sob. *

I just wanted to read his thoughts a moment ago, I absolutely didn't mean to actually change his mind into a girl's!

If I'd known, I wouldn't have played such a joke!

She clutched the book "One Hundred Methods to Bring People Closer" in her pocket, really wanting to tear it up right then and there.

But the look in Rod's eyes before her already carried obvious wariness.

"It's true! Look, I heard you're a warrior skilled with a single-handed sword, so I immediately brought you this good thing!"

She anxiously and hurriedly pulled out a silver longsword.

It clearly carried a violent and unstable spirituality.

(End of chapter)