Mage Manual
Chapter 507 - 414: Shiny and Sparkling_2

Chapter 507: Chapter 414: Shiny and Sparkling_2

Come on, if you want to beat the dog, first step over the master’s corpse!

Even if Yvalin wasn’t willing to suffer the dead cat’s silent loss, once someone retaliated, would she be able to stand firm and take it?

Back and forth, that would be enough to draw a considerable amount of fire power into the Funeral Ceremony.

"Is that all?"

"Not just that." Igula swirled his teacup, "There are lots of reasons, for instance this is Hanna’s ’Suggestion,’ and so on... But the main reason is, I want to."

"You want to?"

"Swindle a Family Head whose wealth rivals that of nations, instigate a farcical drama involving a Holy Sanctuary Mage, and afterwards, push all the blame onto you guys..." The Swindler shrugged his shoulders, "With such a fascinating and fun project, even if there were no rewards, I reckon I’d still dive into it with great enthusiasm."

"My sister would certainly be furious hearing this," Anfeier said with a laugh while sipping tea.

"My second question," Igula said, "Yvalin... no, why do Belladett Family Heads become so heartless?"

Anfeier set down her teacup and glanced at the portraits in the office, "My sister hasn’t become heartless; her emotions have just... been diluted."

The redhead girl looked towards the Swindler, "Since you’ve already tried dominating others, you must understand why my sister has become like this."

Igula rubbed his temples, "Indeed... Is it because they manipulated Spiritual Energy?"

The Spiritual Energy of tens of millions of people is a quantity capable of a qualitative change. Every time they triggered the dominion’s Miracle, the Belladett Family Head had to mobilize their ’Spiritual Sea’ once. Over time, with frequent use, even if the Spiritual Sea had undergone purification, it was still bound to have irreversible effects on the Family Head.

For example, if the Spiritual Energy of a normal person is sugar water, Anfeier has absorbed the sweetness of tens of millions, thus she is sweet enough to melt, losing her own flavor; she can emanate the sweetness anyone likes in any situation. On the contrary, Yvalin, with every activation of the dominion’s Miracle, has to meld into tens of millions of water molecules, diluting her own sugars, making her as tasteless as water.

"How did you find out there was something wrong with my sister, Mr. Igula?" Anfeier asked, "My sister usually talks and laughs, gets angry and happy; how did you see that she was heartless?"

"Is this the third question?"

"Ah~ can’t you let me have a little advantage?" Anfeier blinked playfully, "Then consider it so."

"There are many reasons," Igula said, "She verbally cares a lot about her friendship with Hanna, but she’s ruthless in dealing with Hanna; she says she’s afraid of the retaliation from the eight major families, but she acts decisively... Her emotion and reason are distinct. She certainly has emotions, but they do not at all affect her decision-making; she’s like a textbook rational person."

"But the main reason is actually that she wanted you and me to meet for matchmaking."

Anfeier blinked, "Oh?"

"Before Hanna came to Mongfera, Yvalin always lived in the manor, surrounded by her servants, not friends, and she had no lover, much less a sex life. In this situation, her only emotional support should have been her sister, but to win me over, she actually entrusted her sister to a stranger from the Exotic Realm whom she barely knew for a few days?"

"Trust can only be given to those who deserve it." Igula said, "After such a human-like act by Yvalin, I knew she didn’t care about you at all. What flowed in her heart was black pus."

"You’re being a bit too harsh, Mr. Igula," Anfeier frowned slightly, "Moreover, how can you say you aren’t worthy?"

"Haven’t I proven it with my actions?" Igula pointed to his mounting debts.

"If you could become a Belladett person, wouldn’t you be worthy?" Anfeier tilted her head, "Besides, my sister really did want to find an appropriate partner for me, and among all of you, Mr. Igula, aren’t you the most suitable?"

"How could that be." Igula said, "Isn’t Ash more suitable than me?"

"Really?"

"Of course." Igula’s fingers traced the edge of his teacup, "Even though he’s lazy, stupid, and vulgar, with no merits besides taking cover from rain and not getting lost on his own, still..."

"Living with him, you’d feel like there’s no hardship too great to overcome in the world. As soon as your mood turns bad, it gets noticed." Igula glanced at Anfeier, "And I, unfortunately, rather than dealing with clients, my favorite pastime is to gain a sense of superiority by belittling others’ intelligence. My partners all think I’m too mean; they’d rather die than work with me, so they all died."

"Yvalin didn’t choose the bright and shining Ash, instead chose the gloomy me; you say she cares about you, I don’t believe it."

"Hmm..." Anfeier rested her chin in her hands and said, "There’s something I don’t know if I should say..."

"You shouldn’t," Igula said, "I have one last question—did you two sisters each bear one aspect of a dominion’s price to resist the call of the ancestor?"

Anfeier’s ruby lips parted as she clapped her hands and laughed, "Amazing, Mr. Igula, how could you guess it!? That’s exactly right!"

From the first sight of The Family Ranking’s number one, Igula had a profound confusion—The Necromancy Angel clearly wanted to be revived, but why didn’t he cultivate his descendants as vessels for his resurrection, instead of forbidding his descendants from entering his tomb?