Chapter 563 - 222: Grave Digger

"Me too," Miss Zombie said concisely.

"You two, we’re all on the same boat right now, so don’t take it too far!" Clelia was so angry she almost laughed. ’A flat-chested, white-haired girl and a Mechanical Zombie... In what way are they better than me?’

"Tina," the white-haired girl said, lifting the clown doll and placing it on the table. Staring at Clelia, she added, "Is ugly. And dislikes you."

"Hm?"

Clelia looked at the clown doll, a dangerous glint in her eyes. ’A Forbidden Item... dares to fight me for Wei’en?’

The clown, who had been gleefully watching the show, was suddenly pulled onto the table, its body instantly stiffening.

’Crap, I’m just a doll, for real! I have to be!’

’Tina? Ugly?’

The white-haired girl slammed her little fist onto the clown doll’s head. In the dark world visible only to her, a sheepishly smiling Mr. Leonard realized this was bad, but the shadows surging wildly around him instantly bound him tight.

Now the clown understood completely—it was time to make a choice!

"Hee-ha," the clown doll shot up, its fuzzy arm pointing at Clelia. It grinned widely and cackled, "I hate you."

After he finished, his button eyes darted a furtive glance toward Little White Fur. ’Is that good enough? Huh? Is it?’

"Tina is honest," Little White Fur said to Clelia, her face a mask. ’See? Believe me now?’

Miss Zombie wiped the corner of her mouth and chimed in, "Tina is an honest and kind girl."

CRACK.

The knife and fork in Clelia’s hands instantly warped, suffering the torment meant for Tina and Shawa.

’Honest and kind?’

’Am I not an honest and kind woman?’

"First Officer, I think you..."

Pavla wanted to voice her support for Clelia, but memories of the Eternal Life Association and the deeds of ’Thousand Faces’ flashed through her mind...

She stuck out her tongue and changed the subject, "Mm, the food today is really nice."

’Just like the Evil Mage Wei’en, Clelia has committed sins that will surely keep the great Dawn from welcoming her into the Divine Kingdom.’

"You all—hm?"

Clelia’s embarrassed and angry face suddenly turned grave. "Something’s happened. Shawa, go tell Wei’en there’s trouble outside."

Before she even finished speaking, her body slumped back in the chair, her eyes losing focus. Her consciousness had clearly returned to outside the theater.

Miss Zombie didn’t hesitate. The moment she stood, she appeared in the work area and pushed open the door.

’Although she really disliked that woman with the huge, bell-like chest and seductive figure, who also knew exactly how to please Wei’en, they were, in fact, all in the same boat.’

Seeing this, Pavla couldn’t help but laugh. "This... is a bit different from the epic legends."

’But, trouble outside?’

’It probably isn’t the Judgement Saintess coming for me.’

’Sigh, I wonder how the Holy Sanctuary will react when they find out I’ve been captured by an Evil Mage?’

’I hope it won’t be like what happened to that kind girl, who, after being rescued, was met with strange looks from everyone, as if she were an accomplice to a heinous crime...’

Meanwhile, in the nearby workshop, Wei’en frowned as he listened to Shawa’s report. He had a spirit consume the unfinished Magic Potion completely, then immediately took out the Golden Key and left the theater.

For the past ten days, the *Leonard* had been sailing smoothly. They had occasionally encountered merchant ships, but on his orders, they had ignored them and moved on.

’Who could be causing trouble at a time like this?’

When Wei’en appeared in his cabin, he noticed the ship shaking violently. The furnishings in the bedroom were no longer neat but strewn about chaotically.

Just then, he heard Clelia’s voice from outside, filled with anger, "The Dusk Sect! A Grave Digger!"

’People from the Dusk Sect?’

’Those mummy-like people are back again.’

’But what’s a Grave Digger?’

Wei’en had no time to think. Following the direction of his spiritual sense, he blinked straight to the bow of the ship.

He scanned his surroundings, his gaze falling on what was directly ahead. His brow tightened.

’This...’

Not far off on the sea’s surface, the wind howled and clouds churned. The dense, dark clouds seemed to cover the sky like a canopy. A massive tornado stretched from the sea up to the clouds, sucking up vast amounts of seawater, countless deep-sea fish, and mutated species—a truly apocalyptic scene.

And beneath the dark clouds, in front of that terrifying storm tornado, stood a carriage. Four black stallions stood motionless, their dark eyes fixed on his position.

A black-robed figure stood behind the steeds. The hood was as wide as their shoulders, making the cloaked silhouette look utterly bizarre.

And their eyes, devoid of any emotion, reflected Wei’en’s image, just as the stallions’ eyes did.

But that was nothing. Wei’en’s gaze fell on the carriage itself. ’A Pyramid?’

’Is that one of those gadgets that collects killing intent?’

’It’s a bit small, isn’t it?’

"Thou bearest the blessing of my True Master!"

Just then, the black-robed figure spoke, their voice cold and ethereal, yet it cut through the surrounding cacophony of thunder and crashing waves with perfect clarity, as if they were screaming right in everyone’s ears.

’A blessing?’

’On me?’

Wei’en thought for a moment, then casually summoned the Pyramid he had obtained when he killed the captain of the Cowardly Purple Flower Clan. "You mean this?"

’The only thing I have that could be related to the Dusk Sect is this Pyramid.’

"Blasphemer of the True Master—die!"

’Die?’

’It seems the people from the Dusk Sect are all straightforward lunatics.’

Wei’en glanced at the black-robed figure and turned his head to ask, "Clelia, you know them? The Grave Digger?"

"Yes, that’s an advanced form of the Dusk Sect’s Secret Cultivators." Clelia stood beside him, her expression grave. "My memories tell me that every Grave Digger is as powerful as a Hand of the Kingdom—in your Wizard School, that would be equivalent to a top-tier Great Mage."