One-Eyed Monster

The sudden voice made Estev feel a wave of relief, while Milo felt a hint of disgust.

If Milo remembered correctly, the owner of this voice was also not a human, but a creature called Kuruto.

Kuruto was not a living entity, but a Witch Spirit formed by the accumulated Spirit Power of a Wizard. When Wizards absorb too much Natural Force, over time they condense a portion of this special power. Initially, they used these condensed forms as tools, but under the long-term influence of the Natural Force, these forms began to develop their own consciousness and naturally became Witch Spirits.

The Spirit Book is the most common Witch Spirit in the Yowein Continent. Any Wizard who is promoted to the rank of White Robe can condense a Spirit Book. However, whether this Spirit Book can be of use depends on the wisdom and abilities of the Wizard.

Kuruto, like other Witch Spirits, was obviously high-level. It had a complete consciousness and some wizarding skills. However, it did not have a stable form and had to borrow the bodies of other people or animals...

Milo immediately recalled the ridiculous Spirit Duel at the foot of Guru Mountain. Wasn’t the one who caused such a ruckus Kuruto, the Witch Spirit? It had only been a few days; had its detestable master released it again?

”Why are you ants, you weaklings, also here?” Kuruto, at this moment inhabiting the body of a bird, flapped its wings, tilting its head, looking with contempt at the several figures from the Alchemy Workshop.

”You don’t have the right to talk to us. Your master does,” Milo replied indifferently. Although he disliked this creature, there was no need to get angry at this Witch Spirit; the one behind it was the truly troublesome one.

”My master told me to come first to check this place. She will come after a while. It’s better for you all to find a hiding place. Oh, no, hiding is useless; you should run away. None of you are a match for my master.” The Witch Spirit’s tone was filled with extreme disdain, as if the people on the mountain were utterly unworthy of meeting its master.

”Just a Holy Robe from the Wizard Alliance,” Milo mimicked the creature’s words.

The words sounded familiar, but the Witch Spirit couldn’t quite recall where it had heard them. Perhaps during that Spirit Duel?

The conversation between the Witch Spirit and Milo confused the others.

Both Qi Liu and Bunan, who had just finished vomiting, widened their eyes in surprise. They couldn’t believe that Milo was talking to a bird. Although Witch Biggs still had that dumbstruck appearance, her heart was actually pounding with excitement. Not only was she excited by the appearance of this Witch Spirit, but she also had a feeling of familiarity.

Biggs couldn’t quite place this feeling, but she felt an excitement as if she had met an old friend...

”Just a Holy Robe?” Finally realizing the sarcasm in Milo’s words, the Witch Spirit quickly became agitated. This was how it differed from Milo; simple wordplay could make it lose its temper.

Stan Sol was still commanding his Battle Pet, Flame. The three from Black Crow were now completely defeated, although they had only put up a brief struggle.

The carrion on the mountain, now just scattered bones and flesh, lay strewn about. It seemed Black Crow had been utterly defeated this time.

Milo paid no heed to the Witch Spirit’s lengthy tirade. Nothing it said could possibly anger him; he needed to focus on dealing with that detestable Wizard.

Therefore, only this strange bird was left chirping incessantly on the mountaintop.

”My master is a Holy Robe Wizard! How many years does it take for this continent to produce one Holy Robe Wizard?”

”My master is the leader of the Wizard Alliance! You lot aren’t even worthy of tying her shoes!”

”My master is the great Bigas, the youngest Six-Element Sage in the Wizard Alliance, the youngest Holy Robe Wizard in the Empire! You think you’re worthy to be her opponents?”

Hearing the name Bigas, Great Witch Biggs shuddered all over. She finally understood where this familiar feeling had come from.

Bigas... that was her junior martial sister! Her junior martial sister had actually become a Holy Robe Wizard and a Six-Element Sage! And she herself had only just advanced to become a Gray Robe Wizard. The disparity was truly immense.

At this moment, anyone else would probably want to find a hole and crawl into it out of embarrassment. However, Great Witch Biggs was not an ordinary person. Her ability to remain stoic even when facing numerous dangers meant her mental fortitude was far beyond that of an ordinary person.

Great Witch Biggs now desperately wanted to see this junior martial sister. Partly, it was due to the emotional bond from their past, and partly, she wanted to see for herself what a Holy Robe Wizard truly looked like.

Estev sighed inwardly; he understood Bigas reasonably well. Like him, Bigas was also a Soul Guardian. However, she belonged to the radical reformists, whose views often clashed with his own, so he didn’t hold particularly high expectations for her. Despite this, Bigas was a Soul Guardian nonetheless and would, to some extent, be accountable for the things they guarded. He couldn’t be sure about other matters, but he knew one thing for certain: the radical reformists, unlike traitors such as Willem, still fundamentally sided with the Soul Guardians on matters of principle.

Even so, Estev didn’t dare lower his guard. He had reached the summit earlier than the other Soul Guardians. The way things had developed was beyond his expectations. At that moment, he recalled the words the Hunchbacked Boss at the tavern had told him.

The Hunchbacked Boss had said he would eventually lose much, but also that he would ultimately complete his mission.

He didn’t know if the Hunchbacked Boss’s divination was accurate. But ”loss”... it could be something minor, like an arm, or something major, like his entire life.

WHOOSH...

A gust of icy wind swept over the mountaintop, and a touch of frost instantly appeared.

”Bigas, Lady Bigas is here!” The bird flapped its wings excitedly, looking more thrilled than anyone, even though it was only borrowing the body of a bird.

”How many times have I told you not to waste words on these weaklings, Kuruto!”

Her voice rang out before she arrived, Bigas’s typical style.

Every time Bigas made her appearance, she’d stir up a great commotion, grand and spectacular.

A massive icicle descended diagonally from mid-air above the summit, then transformed into a beautiful, crystal-clear, and incredibly spectacular icy path.

Bigas was slowly sliding down this icy road.

She had long golden hair and wore a yellow-and-white striped long robe. A sparkling silver bracelet adorned the back of her hand.

The crisp sound of bells echoed throughout the mountain, marking the stunning entrance of a dazzling woman.

”Master...”

”Shut up.” Beautiful women tended to be aloof; this appeared to be an undeniable law. Bigas’s beauty did not endear her much to those on the mountain.

Of course, there was one exception—Witch Biggs.

So, she advanced into the Ice Element... she’s the Ice Element specialist among the Six-Element Sages...

Biggs was incredibly excited internally, but for some reason, she found herself unable to move, apparently overwhelmed by emotion.

It had been so long since Biggs had last seen Bigas; she felt that Bigas had changed so much...

However, Bigas, the Holy Robe Wizard, didn’t even spare Biggs a proper glance. She was as cold and aloof as stone, seemingly indifferent to everyone on the mountain.

”You arrived just in time, Bigas,” Estev slowly said, a hint of irony seeping into his voice.