Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Geralt took off the gloves and tossed them aside. Rubbing his teeth with his fairly clean little finger, he saw a patch of blood unsurprisingly. The witcher sighed, the poison slowly eroding his body. He knew that this place was probably a goddamn fantasy—or something. The pendant on his chest has been shaking since he came in. But there was nothing he could do.

Every time, as long as this kind of hellish magical illusion is involved, he never has the upper hand, and is always toyed with. Geralt has no doubt that if it wasn't for the dragon leather armor that the mage made for himself, his fate might not be much better than the previous few unlucky ones. Now, the things in the damn manor seem to be determined to trap him until he's dead.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. Geralt, who was still looking weak just now, got up immediately, and without any hesitation, he activated Quinn, holding the sword in his right hand, and looking at the door vigilantly.

The round handle of the door slowly twisted, and a black-haired girl stuck her head out. She was panic-stricken but forced to remain calm. Before she could open her mouth, she screamed. Geralt lowered his head and found that the ground under his feet was beginning to start. Twisted, like a beast with a bloody mouth, it engulfed the witcher's waist down in an instant. The girl immediately wanted to come over and pull him up. The witcher held out his hand to signal her to stop, calmly watching himself sink rapidly.

Behind the girl, the door slammed shut.

The broken limbs and broken arms all over the banquet hall disappeared, the men and women in black robes sat on their seats again, and the aroma of food and wine filled the entire room. On the high platform in front of him, a man in blue slowly walked out. With a warm and warm smile on his face, he opened his arms and said, "Welcome home! Lena!"

Lena Bordeaux looked at him with a pale face, closed her mouth tightly, and did not make a sound, not even a panicked whimper. On the contrary, she even clenched the steel sword in her hand.

"Why don't you come and give your father a hug, Lena?"

The man in blue blinked playfully, and the smile on his face got bigger and bigger, almost grinning to the bottom of his mouth.

Lina held the steel sword in her hand, and that weight gave her a little false courage. She didn't understand why things had turned out like this, a picture was circling in her mind, like a crow circling around a dying person, waiting for a feast.

She thought of the lantern in her mind.

The white lantern, exquisite and artistic, brings surprises every time it is lit. With just a little firelight, it can light up half the sky and even change the color of the light. Sometimes blue, sometimes green, sometimes white.

Sometimes, it turns red.

Scarlet, as it is now.

The man in blue inserted his hand into his stomach, took out a white lantern and held it up in a disgusting grumble, and it shone brightly. The scarlet light filled the entire banquet hall, shining on the faces of the men and women in black robes, reflecting the expressions on their faces even more bizarre.

"Come and hug me, child." Lina said the words in an aria-like tone, seeing her father smile. The words are obviously very warm, but they are spoken without any warmth, like a crappy drama actor reading the script, which also shattered the girl's last fantasy. She clenched the steel sword in her hand and, for some reason, suddenly had the strength to lift it.

She held up her steel sword and pointed it at the thing on the stage—she didn't want to admit it was her father, even though it might have had her father's appearance and shape, even voice, and even memories.

However, her father is dead.

The smile on the face of the man in blue disappeared, for the first time. His eyeballs fell out of their sockets, fell to the ground with a clatter, and turned into two bugs that climbed up the ceiling. His skin began to twist and deform, and melted wax into a puddle of mud that filled the stage—in this terrifying and terrifying picture,

Lena watched in despair as her mother rose from the mud.

"Do not..."

The mother smiled tenderly. She opened her hands, and the white ivory bracelet on her right wrist that never left her body reflected the red light and reflected into her pupils. Mother whispered softly, as always: "Come here and join us, child. This is your—"

"--destiny!"

These two words exploded in the banquet hall like thunder, and her voice was no longer as gentle as before, but like a roar of a monster.

Facing such a scene, instead of being afraid, Lena Bordeaux calmed down. The steel sword in her hand was aimed at something that looked like her mother, and she said, "You told me, mother, you told me the ancestral motto of the Bordeaux family, although you may not remember..."

"A Bordeaux never yields!"

She moved her blade, pointed it at the damn lantern, and said with tears and hatred, "You can scare me by being like them... deceive me, and even make me restless at night, but other than What else can you do with this?! You're just a useless lamp!"

She rushed over, and the men and women at the table stood up, stretched out their dry arms and tried to stop the girl, and even tried to pounce to stop the girl. But to no avail.

These terrifying monsters looked so useless in the face of such a weak girl, their arms broke and rotted when they were touched. Several were even hit in the head and flew out.

Seeing this scene, the woman on the high platform let out a furious scream, and things became more and more wrong since the arrival of the damn witcher. And its predetermined body hasn't been born yet——! Now, it has no other means than using illusions.

The distance of more than ten meters was almost reached. The girl raised the steel sword in her hand high, and slashed it with force. The blade, which was well maintained by Geralt, burst into countless sparks the moment it touched the lantern. , the glass in the middle of the lantern shattered, the exterior was cut in half under the weight of the blade and the girl's strength, and the woman let out its last scream. The whole banquet hall began to shake.

With a clang, the steel sword fell to the ground. Lena Bordeaux stumbled to her knees, and around her the figures of men and women began to sway, and the thing that had the appearance of her mother slowly melted. She suddenly understood in her heart that this was the end.

This is the end of the Bordeaux family.

She closed her eyes and let the building shake, the ceiling rattled, the smoke fell, and a plank fell and hit her.

"boom!"

"Get up... Damn it." A hoarse voice said, Lena opened her eyes blankly, and saw the witcher who had disappeared before standing in front of her with a sword in one hand and a light yellow shield in the other. .