There’s Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!

Faced with a group of tier 8 summons, Isabel didn't hesitate and immediately turned to run. Dekan had "allowed" her to prioritize protecting Dekan's property; the cards temporarily lent to her by Dekan were also considered part of that property. However, the summons that scared off Isabel didn't last long. Right after Evans mounted the flying dragon and soared into the sky, he released the summoning status of the other creatures, bringing them all back to him.

On the ground, Isabel seemed to have no intention of pursuing. Her job was already done. She had successfully held Evans back for a while and reported Evans's exact location to the headquarters.

As soon as Evans returned to the sky, he wasn’t able to even stand firmly and half-knelt on the back of the flying dragon. Now, not only was his mana exhausted, but due to overusing mana, his body suffered indescribable damage, and even his life felt precarious.

Nevertheless, the heavily gasping Evans thought to himself, "Finally escaped."

However, just when he thought he could breathe a sigh of relief…

For some reason, he felt that the sky seemed to darken again. Even the last faint starlight and moonlight were instantly blocked. In the clouds, a magic airship gradually descended, breaking through the mist and revealing its form.

Evans stared into the sky at the magic airship directly above, his expression becoming horrified.

Although this was a civilian magic airship and theoretically not a significant threat, things began to fall like dumplings from the airship!

The falling objects danced with the wind, covering an increasingly wider area. It was as if they were casting an unavoidable fishing net.

Evans finally saw what these falling objects were.

"La-La-La-La-La vida sola vi-vivirás!"

Accompanied by a bizarre melody, the countless dolls, falling freely, sang the strange tune in unison, resembling a choir.

Watching the dolls that covered him like an inescapable net, Evans felt his head was about to explode. They were undoubtedly the last thing Evans wanted to see at this moment!! All of them were "Captain Durrkan"!

Looking at all the falling Captain Durrkans Evans felt a sense of despair. He had nowhere to hide!!

"Ahhhh! Hahaha!"

Evans felt as if a nerve in him had snapped. He went insane and started bombarding Captain Durrkans with wide-range magic while occasionally bursting into mad laughter. It was like a person going crazy when attacked by hundreds of mosquitoes in the summer. Just when Evans was completely taunted by the Captain Durrkans, a magic airship descended from the sky and crashed directly toward Evans's flying dragon.

"The magic airship is here!" A pre-recorded voice of Dekan played on the magic airship. Croix had already used wind magic to leave the cabin with the pilot, swiftly flying towards the distance.

"Dekan!!! Did you think a magic airship could kill me?!" Evans roared, raising his hands to cast spells desperately. He intended to blast away this unavoidable magic airship. Even though he was critically wounded and almost out of mana, he was not something a mere vehicle could kill.

However, at the moment his spell hit the magic airship, a terrifying and explosive reaction seemed to occur inside the airship. It was as if a chain of explosions gradually spread from the inside out, instantly tearing the entire magic airship apart.

With a loud noise, a wave of intense heat burst out from the center of the magic airship like a myriad of eerie and colorful flowers were blooming all over the sky. Then, the expanding firelight in the sky overwhelmed Evans in an instant.

……

In the amusement park, Dekan watched the splendid fireworks bloom in the sky. Then, the fireworks prepared outside the park gradually rose into the sky.

"Heh, what a fool; didn’t even think about how much explosive material I can get in Tristin City," Dekan laughed, shaking his head. He closed the piano before stepping down from the stage. Thinking back to how a Resurgence Church cultist dared threaten him with a self-destruct spell card like [Spark of Annihilation] yesterday, he found it laughable.

Dekan's favorite art was the art of explosion. Now that the fireworks had started, music was no longer needed in this noisy environment. Dekan slowly walked to a spacious area in the park that only the organizers used. It was undoubtedly the best place to enjoy the fireworks.

Cornelia was holding Cat Teacher and sitting under a parasol in the courtyard. This place was like their backyard. Cornelia was enjoying some snacks. When she saw Dekan approaching, her gaze quickly shifted from the fireworks to Dekan.

"Come, come quickly!" Cornelia patted the empty chair beside her.

"Cornelia, how's this amusement park and the fireworks?" Dekan asked.

"It's, it's amazing!"

"Then we'll come to play again if we have the chance."

"Okay!"

Dekan didn't initially expect he could replicate the effects of the Shadow Worlds in the real world. For a moment, he felt somewhat unable to distinguish between the real world and the Shadow Worlds. This world was so dreamlike, so beautiful.

Dekan leisurely leaned back in his chair, glancing sideways at Cornelia. He saw her engrossed in watching the fireworks with widened eyes. From time to time, she would hand him a piece of her snack before stuffing another piece onto Cat Teacher's face. As her attention was on the fireworks, she pressed the snack onto Cat Teacher's nose, eliciting a furious feline growl.

"Hff," Dekan couldn't help but chuckle softly. This caught Cornelia's attention, and as she turned her head. Her gaze met Dekan's.

"What, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, just feeling that today, though a bit tiring, is not bad."

Although the labor was strenuous, it was precisely in these moments of leisure and tranquility after work that one could truly feel the joy of being alive. Soon, they saw Croix flying over from a distance. His expression looked somewhat weary. Besides the Snow Princess, Croix was probably the most exhausted today. Dekan and Cornelia waved happily at him.

"Come, come quickly! The fireworks haven't ended yet!"

Croix, with a slightly tired smile, walked over and took a seat on another empty chair.

"We should be able to stay a few more days in Tristin City and enjoy the remaining good times of this trip!"

"Great!"

"In that case, I'll have to bring out another food map now!"

...

Vaguely hearing the conversation between the three, Tristin’s Lord Viscount Lampard, sitting far away and watching the fireworks, couldn't help but twitch his mouth. He pressed his lips together, lowered his head, then furrowed his brow and raised it again. He felt like he wanted to express something, but it was stuck in his throat. He didn't know where to start complaining because, no matter where, he found it all too strange!