You call this a black hand?

If you look down from the sky, you can see that this strange white fog does not appear anywhere other than Fort St. Grant.

As they kept rippling and squirming, it was as if a thick sea of ​​clouds in the sky had fallen on the island, covering the entire school like a giant marshmallow, attracting the attention of many eyes outside the school.

At first, the marshmallow was getting thicker, as if it was condensing from a gaseous state into a liquid state.

However, with the emergence of a turbulent whirlpool in the corner of the campus, this trend began to quickly reverse.

"It faded so quickly?"

It was difficult to walk too far in a place shrouded in fog. Mrs. Chelsea was still staying downstairs in the dormitory and immediately noticed the changes in the surrounding environment.

"I think Alfred has already succeeded."

The Holy Spirit in her body judged so.

"Look at the direction of the fog, isn't there something wrong?"

The lady questioned this.

This person taught her a lot about the power of the demon king named Alfred, such as leading an army to the eternal gate of heaven, destroying the human kingdom, controlling the ocean, etc.

Although due to the limitations of the current era, he has lost his throne as the Demon King, and his former glory cannot be repeated again.

But if someone comes to steal something intentionally or without calculation, it is impossible to be stopped.

However, as one of the Lords of Hell, he personally came to do this kind of theft, which is enough to explain some problems.

That’s why she is not as “confident” as the Holy Spirit.

"This dense fog is a treasure. It is slow to release and requires a process to converge."

The Holy Spirit in the body explained.

"It seems that you are very familiar with this demon king?"

"I'm not too familiar with it, but I cooperated with him in the beginning, so I conducted an investigation."

After hearing this, the lady put away her dubious attitude.

The person in her body never brags about anything, let alone others. If she can be so sure, she must think that the devil can have unimpeded access to the current Fort St. Grant.

So she began to think about the impact of this matter.

Although the other party did not admit it, Madam felt that Alfred's arrival must be because of last night's incident, which made Christine urgently call her allies to prepare to transfer that vital thing.

In other words, the Holy Spirit is afraid of the Lord of Dawn whom she jokingly calls her father, and is also afraid of Melen, a person who has some kind of relationship with the Lord of Dawn.

But this fear does not seem to have turned into hostility.

Therefore, Madam believes that this may be because Christine is still not sure of the Lord of Dawn's position, or even unsure of his purpose, so she will start to take preventive measures just in case.

And encouraging myself to get in touch with Melen more is obviously to get a deeper understanding...

"Um?"

While the lady was deep in thought, a voice of surprise and uncertainty suddenly emerged from within her body.

"What's wrong?" she asked doubtfully.

"……nothing."

The other party replied, "Maybe I feel wrong."

possible?

This unconfident prefix surprised Mrs. Chelsea.

But then, what surprised her even more was that the person inside her body actually screamed again, "What's going on!?"

"What's going on?"

The Holy Spirit did not respond, but the emotion transmitted from her seemed to be full of shock.

It seems like... you were frightened by something?

Madam was a little baffled by this.

…

The bystanders were in turmoil because they discovered something. As a person involved in this unexpected incident, Alfred also discovered something unusual.

This made him unable to sit still.

Originally, he thought that sneaking into St. Grant's Fort and taking away a certain item was just a casual thing.

Although it needs to be covered up due to the existence of the heir, this is at best more troublesome.

The existence of the tidal mist is enough to allow him to travel here without any hindrance.

It was indeed smooth at first. After many arrangements, he successfully obtained the thing without even alerting the guards.

But just as he was about to leave, an accident happened.

The accident came from Fort St. Grant itself, or in other words, from the heir who suddenly transferred his authority and restricted him.

According to his prediction, this situation should not have happened.

The existence of the tidal mist is enough to disrupt all order in this school.

It's a pity that something that shouldn't happen happened.

But although he was caught off guard, he didn't pay too much attention.

Whatever he does, accidents are bound to happen, especially the heir involved, who seems to him a bit mysterious and not very simple.

However, no matter how simple he is, he is just a young boy. Although he has Fort St. Grant as his support, Fort St. Grant was built with his help. No one can compare to him to what extent this place can achieve.

It's clearer.

Therefore, he handed over a warning.

He did not think that the other party would listen to him honestly. The inherent arrogance of human beings made them very ignorant in many aspects.

Therefore, in his expectation, the heir would not pay attention to him in a short period of time. Only as time goes by and the tidal mist spreads, the heir will know how powerful he is, and he will compromise step by step.

This time will not be less than half a night, it may not be long or short, but Alfred must have the patience to wait quietly.

Waiting for the tidal fog to continue to expand, waiting for the school to fall into chaos and eventually become crumbling.

However, it didn't take long for him to realize that he couldn't wait any longer!

It’s not that I’ve lost my patience, it’s that the fog is growing faster than it can disappear!

"Why did it disappear?"

This made him very surprised.

Except for his own "domain", no container can contain this mist. In other words, over a long period of time, this mist has already been marked by him, and others cannot take it away.

But now, the power that should be inalienable is quickly leaving him...

And this time, I can’t feel it anymore!

What is so overbearing? Who did it?

He immediately suspected the heir.

After all, I had just experienced an accident related to it before.

But thinking about it carefully, this seems impossible.

It's one thing for the other party to seize the authority of the heir, but it's another thing to be able to deal with his Tidal Mist.

The former only needs to meet the conditions, but the latter needs to be stronger than his "level" in some aspects, otherwise it will be impossible to win.

But how is this possible...

The sudden accident made Alfred's face look uncertain, and he was unsure of the reason. The only thing he was sure of was that if this situation continued, he would suffer heavy losses.

So he saw that the opportunity was bad and directly cut off the source of the fog.

Then he didn't contact anyone. He shrank and turned into an oval stone in an instant.

The situation was out of control, and accidents occurred frequently, proving that his intelligence was very inaccurate.

In this case, instead of rashly contacting others, it is better to close yourself and wait and see what happens.

In other words, adapting to constant changes...

Normally, this strategy cannot be said to be wrong.

It's a pity that Alfred didn't know that by shrinking back, although he was cautious, he also lost an opportunity to learn a shocking secret.

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