Inside the territory, in front of the Weir Family manor.
The grand noble gates that were once bustling with activity were now shrouded in humiliation and bleak despair.
On the magic arena in front of the manor—a stage representing the family’s honor—stood a youth dressed in extremely refined attire, his face filled with arrogant defiance.
It was the Young Master of the Cavendish Family, Damian.
“That is the ninth one. My, my, is this the Weir Family that once boasted the ‘Empire’s First Genius’? Why are you all just good-for-nothings who cannot even take a single blow from me?”
Damian casually waved his wand, sweeping a disciple of the Weir Family off the arena like trash.
A blatant sneer hung on his lips.
“How does a family with this kind of standard deserve a place in the Royal Capital? I think you should pack up your things and roll back to the countryside to farm as soon as possible!”
Below the arena, the elders and disciples of the Weir Family all had bloodshot eyes and clenched fists.
Yet, despite their rage, they dared not speak up.
“He goes too far…” An elder trembled with anger, his fingernails digging deep into his palms.
“There is nothing we can do. Who told our family to fall into a generation gap these past few years? The Family Head is also bedridden with a serious illness.” Another disciple grit his teeth in grief and indignation.
“The Cavendish Family is clearly kicked us while we are down! If only Young Master Charlotte were still here…”
“Charlotte?”
Damian had extremely sharp ears. Hearing this name, he burst into wild laughter as if he had just heard a massive joke.
“Hahaha! You actually still rely on that Good-for-Nothing who lost all his mana? Where is he now anyway? I heard he entered the Demon Beast Forest and went missing. He has probably turned into leftovers in some demon beast’s dung by now!”
“I won’t let you insult Big Brother Charlotte!” A young girl of the Weir Family shouted with red eyes.
“Insult? I am merely stating facts.” Damian’s eyes turned cold, and he pointed his wand directly below the stage.
“What, is someone still unsatisfied? Those who are not afraid of death, come up! Today, I will step on the dignity of your Weir Family to tell the entire Royal Capital that without a backer, you do not even deserve to carry the shoes of our Cavendish Family!”
Although the Weir Family was furious, the gap in strength lay right before their eyes.
Damian was a genuine Level-4 Senior Mage, and indeed had few rivals among the younger generation.
It was at this moment, when the humiliation and oppression had reached their peak and everyone felt despair.
A steady and crisp sound of footsteps slowly came from behind the crowd.
Everyone subconsciously turned their heads.
They saw a slender figure wrapped in a broad gray-black cloak, with most of her face hidden under a hood.
She passed through the crowd that automatically parted for her, walking toward the arena step by step.
“Who are you? The Cavendish Family is conducting business here. Unrelated people, get lost!” Damian frowned and barked impatiently.
The newcomer did not speak, only silently walking up onto the arena.
A gentle breeze swept past, and the hem of the cloak fluttered lightly.
She stretched out her porcelain-white fingers and slowly pulled back the hood on her head.
A cascade of dazzling golden hair poured down like a waterfall, shining with a brilliant luster under the sunlight.
On that exquisite and flawless beautiful face, there was currently a layer of bone-chilling frost.
“Cha—Charlotte?!”
Below the arena, the Great Elder of the Weir Family stared with wide eyes, crying out in shock.
“It is Young Master Charlotte! The Young Master is back!”
“The Young Master is not dead! He is alive!”
After a brief dead silence, the crowd of the Weir Family erupted into thunderous cheers.
Many people were so excited that they even shed tears.
Indeed, it was Charlotte who had returned from the Elven King Ruins!
At this moment, although she still wore that slightly worn set of men’s clothing, the aura on her body had undergone an earth-shattering change.
She was no longer the cowardly girl who was self-deprecating because she had lost all her mana.
Instead, she was like a drawn sword, its sharp edge fully exposed!
“Charlotte? You are actually still alive?”
Damian was stunned for a moment, and then a contemptuous sneer reappeared on his face.
“So what if you are alive? A Good-for-Nothing who cannot even cast a fireball spell, do you actually want to come up and stand up for your family? This young master won’t show mercy just because you look like a woman!”
Facing Damian’s provocation and insults, Charlotte remained silent.
Her mood at this moment was terrible to the extreme.
At the final critical moment of the secret realm, Annabell had forced her into the gate of inheritance to protect her, while she stayed behind to face the terrifying Grand Archmage.
Although she had prayed desperately in the inheritance space and tried her best to obtain power, the news of Annabell’s safety being unknown was like a giant boulder pressing down heavily on her heart, making her almost suffocate.
She had rushed back to stabilize the family and then search for Annabell’s whereabouts.
As a result, as soon as she arrived at the gate of her home, she saw this kind of fly clamoring around.
‘Annabell… where are you…’
Charlotte took a deep breath, forcing down the heartbreaking longing in her heart, and locked her cold gaze onto Damian.
“Are you going to fight or not? You didn’t even bring a wand. Are you planning to come up, admit defeat, and kowtow?” Seeing Charlotte’s empty hands, Damian became even more arrogant, directly raising his wand to begin chanting.
“Since you are looking for death, then I will grant your wish! 3rd-tier magic, Explosive Fireball!”
An explosive fireball the size of a human head, emitting a terrifyingly high temperature, quickly took shape at the tip of Damian’s wand.
It whistled through the air and smashed fiercely toward Charlotte!
“Young Master, watch out!” The Weir Family members below the stage shouted in terror.
However, Charlotte did not even blink.
She did not even make any defensive posture.
Only at the moment the fireball was about to hit her face did she slightly raise her right hand and flick her finger.
There was an extremely soft pop.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor was there any brilliant magic light.
That aggressive 3rd-tier explosive fireball was like a balloon punctured by an invisible needle, instantly collapsing into a wisp of blue smoke in midair, without even a spark left behind.
“Wh—What?!” Damian’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
What just happened?!
She did not even chant a magic spell, and there was not even a trace of mana fluctuation. How did she dissolve my 3rd-tier magic?!
“Too noisy.”
Charlotte finally spoke.
Her voice was crisp and pleasant, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness.
In the next second, Damian only felt a flash of golden light before his eyes.
Charlotte’s figure actually disappeared into thin air from her original spot!
“An—An afterimage?!”
Damian was pale with fright, instinctively wanting to open a magic barrier.
But he was too slow.
To Charlotte, who had already obtained the elven king legacy, whose strength had soared to High Mage, and who had even touched upon deeper laws, he was like a slow-motion snail.
Before the light of Damian’s barrier could even flicker, a shockwave of flames hit him fiercely.
“Argh!” Damian let out a tragic cry, coughing up a mouthful of blood as he flew backward.
As his wand spun into the air, Charlotte shot two wind blades from her fingertips, slicing the wand into pieces.
“My wand! You bastard…”
“I said, you are too noisy.”
Charlotte was in a terrible mood right now!
With Annabell’s safety unknown, this bastard was simply a punching bag delivered straight to her door!
Her mana, belonging to the Grand Mage level and reaching up to the peak of Level 6, surged out, dragging him into the air.