And the massive body of Ander had already shattered into a pile of frozen fragments.
Although a considerable number of magical creatures still remained in the passage, they had lost unified command and instinctively feared the overwhelming presence radiating from Sefina and Rofilia.
Their attacks immediately became chaotic and disorganized.
The gloomy director’s face turned deathly pale, beads of cold sweat breaking out across his forehead.
His last trump card was so easily crushed in the face of their unfathomable methods.
Fear instantly overwhelmed his reason.
Almost on instinct, he turned and fled without a second thought for any research data or experimental results—only desperate to escape this hellish place that was about to become his grave!
God.
Creatures.
His footsteps faltered as he ran toward a nondescript emergency passage deeper within the main laboratory.
Sefina didn’t utter a word.
Her eyes flickered slightly as she casually glanced at Rofilia, sending her an unmistakable look.
Rofilia understood immediately.
In the next second, she moved with an almost elegant yet agile grace, weaving through the chaotic cluster of magical creatures.
“Swish—! Swish—!”
The “Crimson Lotus” magic sword in Rofilia’s hand blazed with a fierce red glow once more.
Each effortless swing precisely cut through the obstructing monsters.
She seemed to be dancing a Death Waltz, her steps light, the sword’s gleam flashing, leaving only scorched corpses and a clear path in her wake.
In the blink of an eye, Rofilia had traversed most of the passage and caught up to the fleeing director.
A chill of murderous intent suddenly locked onto him from behind, causing every hair on his body to stand on end!
He turned in terror, only to meet Rofilia’s expressionless face and those sharp, molten-gold eyes.
Before he could even react, the sword’s gleam had already swept past him.
“Ah—!”
A piercing scream tore through the passage.
The magic sword did not take his life but instead sliced through the tendons at the connection of both ankles, carving a deep wound down to the bone and utterly destroying his mobility.
The director collapsed with a thud, his face contorted in agony as he clutched his legs and wailed, unable to move an inch.
Meanwhile, Sefina handled the remaining disorganized magical creatures with ease.
She didn’t even take it too seriously, merely wielding her staff and quickly sweeping them away with large-area attack spells.
Soon, the last roar of the magical beasts in the passage ceased abruptly.
The air hung heavy with the stench of blood, burning flesh, and icy coldness.
The floor was littered with the corpses of various monsters.
Sefina’s footsteps were light as she approached the director, now trembling with fear and pain on the ground.
The director stared up at those cold blue eyes looking down on him as if he were nothing but a worthless insect.
The immense pressure made his teeth chatter, and he could barely form a complete sentence.
Sefina had no interest in his rambling and coldly turned to Rofilia to give orders:
“Take this man back, interrogate him thoroughly, and extract all intelligence about the Black Utopia and this laboratory.
“If there are any survivors left in the lab, like those jars before, whose consciousness is still intact and can be saved, let Lisika handle their processing and placement. Once that’s done, this laboratory…”
Sefina glanced around this filthy den of sin, her tone resolute: “Destroy it outright. Make sure it’s burned clean.”
“It’s late. I have to return,” Sefina added, her voice returning to its usual tone.
She still had classes tomorrow morning and didn’t want to appear before the students with dark circles under her eyes.
“Understood, Master.” Rofilia nodded, efficiently sheathing her magic sword with crisp movements.
However, just as Sefina turned to leave, ready to melt back into the shadows of the sewer, Rofilia suddenly reached out and gently tugged on Sefina’s sleeve.
Sefina paused mid-step and turned back with a puzzled expression:
“Hm? Rofilia, is there something else?”
Rofilia’s expression… well… looked unusually “serious.”
Her golden eyes blinked as she looked up at Sefina, but within that seriousness, there was a faint hint of cluelessness.
Once more.
“Master,” Rofilia said calmly, but what she said next nearly made Sefina stumble.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve served you at night. Do you need it recently?”
Sefina: ?????
!!!!!!
Sefina suspected she might be hallucinating from magical exhaustion and repeated the words in disbelief.
Yet Rofilia appeared utterly sincere, even nodding with some hopeful expectation as she added,
“Yes, Master, just like before when I served you at night.”
Sefina was dumbfounded.
Her mind raced, sifting through her memories across so many years.
She was perfectly innocent! What “serving at night”… wait… could it be…
A thought flashed through her mind, and after a moment’s hesitation, she cautiously asked,
“You… mean a massage, right?”
Rofilia blinked, then reached up to rub a lock of her white hair by the side, tilting her head as if trying to comprehend the difference between “serving at night” and “massage.”
Several seconds passed before she seemed to finally connect the dots and nodded seriously:
“Yes, massage.”
Sefina: …Eh.
She understood.
The term “serving at night” was probably something Rofilia had picked up from Lisika’s secretly borrowed messy romance novels.
This battle maid was excellent in every other way—loyal, capable, and extremely powerful—but sometimes a little dense, especially when it came to understanding certain words.
No wonder she never quite mastered the complicated spell arrays and magical formulas.
Sefina helplessly rubbed her forehead.
“No need, I’ve been busy lately with too many things.”
“Yes, Master.” Rofilia immediately nodded vigorously, without hesitation.
The hopeful look vanished instantly, replaced by her usual cold and stern maid demeanor.
Sefina said no more, waved her hand, and swiftly disappeared into the dark sewer passage.
She just wanted to get back to the academy quickly, take a hot shower, and get a good night’s sleep.
***
Oselenka Magic Academy, East Gate Entrance.
Night had deepened, and the faint glow of the Magic Academy Barrier shimmered quietly in the sky, exuding a peaceful and serene atmosphere.
Sefina had already dropped the “Sherlock” disguise, returning to her petite true form of one meter fifty, dressed in her usual clothes.
She stretched tiredly and let out a small yawn.
“Haa—so tired. Better go back early, take a shower, and sleep…”
She muttered softly, rubbing her slightly sore eyes as she prepared to step through the East Gate.
However, just as her foot was about to cross the threshold, a familiar figure emerged silently from the shadow of a pillar by the gate, blocking her path.
Tall and slender, with flaming red hair flowing softly in the night breeze.
Those deep purple eyes quietly fixed on Sefina.
It was none other than Rofilia, the Headmaster of Oselenka Magic Academy.
“Teacher Sefina, what a coincidence.”
Rofilia’s voice was calm and natural, giving no hint of anything unusual—as if it truly were a chance encounter.
Sefina’s heart tightened sharply, but on the surface, she maintained absolute composure, her expression as cold as ever, nodding slightly:
“A coincidence indeed, Headmaster Rofilia.”
Yet beneath that calm, her mind was in turmoil, alarm bells ringing loudly.
A coincidence? Absolutely impossible!
Tonight alone, the academy had endured a bat swarm attack, the blood clan’s “death,” the sudden appearance of a mysterious black-robed figure who battled the patrol before escaping, and a series of other events!
As the academy’s highest authority, Rofilia should be stationed at the command center or personally investigating and tracking these incidents.
How could she leisurely “coincidentally” appear here at the relatively secluded East Gate at such a late hour?
What had she discovered?
That Sefina was not in the dormitory area tonight?
Or somehow sensed a connection between Sefina and the events of this night?