Chapter 91: Sibyl's Sense of Crisis【Read On!!】

When Fulade stepped out of the Transmission Array, a startled little girl clung tightly beside him.

It was the dazzlingly bright White Snow Princess, dressed in a white princess gown, skin as white as snow.

"Fulade brother, is this a magical Transmission Array? So amazing," White Snow said with a naive expression, looking at Fulade.

"White Snow, follow me; this will be where you study from now on."

Fulade, with curious little White Snow, walked out of the Wizard Academy's magical Transmission Hall.

A gentle breeze brushed by, and the little White Snow who had left the hall only then realized she was standing atop a high tower on a mountain peak.

From the height, she could see the Wizard Academy and its myriad wondrous sights from afar.

A Witch riding a broom soaring through the sky.

Flames, ice, lightning, a chaotic magical training arena.

Summoner apprentices calling forth all sorts of strange little creatures.

And students clutching books, engaged in group discussions.

A thick, magical learning atmosphere rushed into little White Snow's heart, making her eyes widen and completely forgetting the hanging balcony beside her.

"White Snow, do you like it here?" Fulade said with a smile.

"Hmm, Fulade brother, this place is so amazing; will I be able to become as powerful as they are someday?" Little White Snow replied, eyes full of longing.

"Of course," Fulade smiled and nodded.

One purpose of this trip to the Lyle Kingdom was to bring little White Snow.

Given the strong spiritual talent she displayed at such a young age, she will surely become a powerful Witch or Magician in the future.

After handing little White Snow to Alide'anna, Fulade found Malina.

Seeing Fulade come to visit, Malina was delighted and, in front of Sibyl, gave him a big hug and kiss.

Sibyl, standing behind, watched them enviously, her gaze rather plaintive.

Fulade didn't want to deliberately ignore this.

He lightly kissed Sibyl's forehead, learned a bit about their recent situation, and then spoke to Malina:

"Malina, I've already discussed with my uncle and set the wedding for early next year; how does that sound?"

After speaking, he even winked at Sibyl beside him, with an ambiguous smile.

He made Sibyl blush, heart racing, trembling.

Malina gave Fulade, the scoundrel, a coquettish glance, her face full of anticipation for the wedding.

Night fell, and the banquet dispersed.

The academy's senior staff had all left.

In a side chamber, Fulade looked helplessly at Sibyl, squatting stubbornly on the floor.

Fulade understood Sibyl's feelings now; because of Malina, Sibyl could only ever be second.

Moreover, Fulade wasn't limited to Malina, so Sibyl felt a strong sense of insecurity, making her increasingly try to please him.

Thus, even though Fulade didn't want to act that way toward Sibyl, he accepted it to avoid hurting her feelings.

Looking at Sibyl, who had turned and was lying prone on the table, Fulade sighed lightly, "It hurts a lot; don't you regret it?"

"Everything I have is yours, as long as you like it," Sibyl said, her expression hazy but tone resolute.

Along with the plump peach, it rose high.

Fulade realized that Sibyl had been prepared all along.

He gently pulled out that object, which flickered in the dim darkness with a faint firelight.

A muffled hum sounded.

As time passed.

Unsure which time it was, Sibyl felt a dizzy whirl, then blankly collapsed into Fulade's arms, unable to recover for a long while.

As Fulade carefully lowered the hem, he cast a bloodline healing spell on Sibyl, then gently set her down.

Watching Sibyl leave, looking back three times with lingering reluctance, Fulade's gaze turned cold as he stared at a shadow in the side chamber corner. "Come out, stop hiding."

His words hung, and a ripple rippled through the air.

As the magic dissipated.

Fulade was stunned to find that the one hidden in the darkness was Gret, who was only in her teens! A tingling ran through his scalp, his worldview shattering.

Fulade's face darkened; he stepped forward, grabbed Gret by the ear, and began scolding her.

"Uncle Fulade, don't! I didn't mean to; I was just resting here, you all burst in suddenly," Gret pleaded.

His scolding of Gret suddenly halted.

Until then, Fulade only then realized that Gret had indeed left early, but he hadn't taken it to heart.

Seeing his own blunder, even with his thick skin, Fulade felt extremely embarrassed.

"Don't speak carelessly, understand?" Fulade instructed anxiously, then hurriedly turned and left.

He was really careless, not even checking.

Watching Fulade flee in panic, Gret let out a faint, coquettish whimper, her face slightly flushed, then sneered disdainfully:

"It's not like I've never seen it; what's so special! Hmph."

Meanwhile, near the southern part of Wei'erweiya, a kingdom called Klovit.

A sudden anomaly was occurring.

In the night, a wandering heavy rain fell.

Outside Klovit's castle, on a ranch, a towering green vine shot upward at astonishing speed, piercing the clouds and rapidly spreading into the stormy sky.

Within moments, a vine dozens of meters in diameter and tens of thousands of meters tall pierced the thick clouds, appearing over this unremarkable kingdom.

At the vine's summit, it connected to a massive island floating in the sky.

If you are familiar with the local history, you can discover that, hundreds of years ago, there were mythic records about this island.

It was called Gantuva by the people, the Giant's kingdom!

The next morning.

A startling report came from Weirvia.

When Fulade passed through the Transmission Array and arrived at Victor Castle, it was already filled with people.

Besides the six‑member group of the Blood Race Council of Weirvia, there were also some Blood Race led by Weiluona.

Behind Fulade followed Witch Famic, who had broken through to the first‑level Bloodline Sorcerer tier, along with some members of the Wizard Parliament she commanded.

Sitting at the head of the meeting, there was no idle talk. At Fulade's signal, Weiluona began to explain the sudden accident of last night.

A Giant Legion numbering over a thousand people suddenly appeared in the Kingdom of Klovit.

And attacked the capital of the Kingdom of Klovit.

The most explosive news among them was that Holy See Judgment Head Noding, who was stationed here to clear the Wolf Disaster and curb its spread, heroically sacrificed himself.

And the Holy See Knight Order also suffered heavy losses.

This made Fulade, who heard the news at the time, unable to help but feel stunned.

After various probes by Weiluona and intelligence from Solomon,

it was proven that Holy See Judgment Head Noding was a powerful first‑level Demon Hunter, and likely at the peak of the first‑level life tier.

His easy death made Fulade immediately realize the seriousness of the situation.

After Weiluona's confirmation, she explained.

Fulade suddenly realized that this must be the group of giants exiled to Sky Island in the movie "Giant Catcher Jack".

According to the original plot, they shouldn't have invaded so quickly at this point.

Could some unforeseen change have occurred in the meantime?

(End of chapter)