412 Twenty Minutes
Selma Payne’s POV:
“Ah, we finally meet, Your Highness.” He treated me like we were familiar, as if he had heard of me long ago.
“Kafka?” I cautiously stood in front of him. This was the main body. The blinding light behind him already indicated his true identity.
“It’s my honor to be remembered by you.” Kafka slowly bowed, revealing his body covered in thick black mist. “You’ve never met me, but I’ve seen you. My daughter has offended you in the past. As her father, I would like to extend my sincere apologies.”
“So it was you who took Adele away,” I said calmly. “Where is she?”
“Please don’t worry. Adele is my precious daughter. I won’t do anything to her.” Although he said that, he didn’t seem to care about Adele much. He talked about her as if she was his dog.
I looked around but couldn’t find anyone hiding. Dorothy also said that she didn’t see any traces of Adele.
There was no doubt that Adele must have used some means to avoid the mark of nature like her adoptive father, but where else could he put her if not with him? Adele didn’t have any power to protect herself now, and she was mentally unstable. Wasn’t he worried that she would have an accident?
Perhaps he really didn’t.
With his superior hearing, he could vaguely hear the loud noise from the east. It seemed that Kafka didn’t come alone, so it wasn’t a strange decision to leave his daughter with an ally.
“No matter what you want to do, you’re doomed to fail,” I said as I looked at the monster behind him. “No matter how many light cocoons there are, you won’t be able to help. If you know me, you’ll understand why.”
Kafka sighed as if he didn’t want to fight me head-on.
“Alright, alright. I knew that this was a plan that was destined to fail.” He frowned slightly as if worried, but it turned into an indifferent void in the end. “It’s not clear to challenge a strong enemy who can restrain you. It’s also a virtue to know when to retreat.”
I couldn’t stand his hypocritical tone and said bluntly, “It’s useless to say anything. Not only will you fail today, but you’ll also be stuck here forever. An uninvited guest should be aware of facing the host’s anger.”
After saying that, I didn’t want to wait even a minute longer. Like an arrow that had left the bow, I rushed toward Kafka.
However, the famous night magus wasn’t to be trifled with. He used some unknown method to suddenly disappear from where he was standing, leaving only the monster still emitting a beam of light in front of me.
I came just in time. If I couldn’t deal with Kraft, I could deal with this monster first. I immediately had New Flow wrap the monster up and devour this pathetic man-made creature. The monster did not have any consciousness at all. It did not realize that it was about to die. It continued to emit light beams at the space tunnels opened by the wizard’s spell.
Loud noises had already begun to come from Garland City. It was unknown whether it was Azazel’s party in the east, the projection of the monster that broke through the gate first, or both.
After calculating the approximate speed of both sides, I realized that I couldn’t end the battle quickly. If I couldn’t get rid of Kafka in ten minutes, then either Azazel’s party or the monster projection would be able to reach the shelter.
Due to technical limitations, there was a limit to the area of New Flow wrapped around the sanctuary, and it could not immediately feed me the power of devouring like what New Flow, connected to me, had. If it were to suffer from an attack similar to the light beam, it would, at most last for another ten minutes or so before reaching the limit of devouring.
In other words, I only have twenty minutes left.
I didn’t know what kind of spell he used, but he dodged my attacks like a ghost. He knew that most of his attacks were useless against me, but I couldn’t attack him either. The two of us were in a stalemate, but this was the reality of my defeat.
I’d already absorbed most of the monster’s energy, and the remaining energy couldn’t be used to fire the light beam. It’d turn into my afternoon tea in ten seconds. However, his master, Kafka, was obviously much more intelligent than this stupid big guy. He dug ‘escape holes’ for him everywhere. If he really did escape, I would give him a new nickname, ‘rat’, on the wanted order.
As the monster grew weaker, even the spatial tunnel on its body was gradually collapsing. Observing the tiny cracks, I suddenly had a thought. If the beam of light left the monster’s body through the spatial rift, what was the link between the energy controlling the monster and the monster?
Any spell would leave behind magic fluctuations, and the creation of the light cocoon was no exception. This meant that if I wanted to control the monster created by the light cocoon, I would have to maintain the light cocoon spell, and my magic power would have to be connected to the monster.
In other words, as long as I find traces of magic fluctuations, I could follow that to find the melon and find traces of Kafka, who could be hiding anywhere!
And so, before the monster disappeared, I spared its life and had New Flow carefully sense the minute differences in the magic fluctuations.
