Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam

Horn thought he must be crazy.

He took Miss Anna to Fireplace Bay, even ready to bear the wrath of the Patriarch, only to end up buying 12 basic elemental magic scrolls.

Ice Arrow Scrolls, 3 Fireball Skill Scrolls.

But besides that, there was no one else who could help them.

By the time they returned to the manor, dawn was almost breaking. He tiptoed to open the door, peeked around to ensure no one was around, and then whispered for Miss Anna to quickly return to her room.

This was their only chance, as the Master was summoned by the Pope and would be in the Holy City for a few days.

He stood at the door watching Miss Anna’s figure running upstairs, only relaxing when she disappeared at the staircase corner.

But then came a man’s mocking voice, "So? Did you have fun at Fireplace Bay? Did you find anyone willing to help you stand against my Magic Masters?"

Looking at the figure slowly emerging from the shadows, Horn’s heart jumped to his throat.

The man smoothed his mustache, smiling without warmth at all, "One of those Magic Masters you found happened to be my former student. He told me all about Miss Anna’s wishes, ’Evil Mage’? That’s a first for me."

"Miss Anna is still young and somewhat immature."

"But Mr. Horn, you’re no child. Can I assume you’re planning to openly defy the Patriarch’s orders?"

"I have no objections to the Master’s orders."

Horn took a deep breath, staring back unflinchingly, "But that child has been loyal to the family since young. His father died for the family. Prohibiting even a last meeting before this doomed expedition is just too much..."

"Miss Anna is destined to marry Master Aisoke; this bond was decided from her birth."

At these words, anger flashed in Horn’s eyes but was quickly suppressed.

Aisoke’s notorious reputation is well-known throughout the Imperial Capital. He frequents places of debauchery and has abused three dancers to death. Even after the scandal subsided, he did not restrain himself and caused another death a month ago. Horn vividly recalled Aisoke’s last visit, the predatory look in his eyes when he looked at Anna, as if she was merely a beautiful toy. freёwebnoѵel.com

Who would willingly marry their daughter to such a beast?

Yet, Anna’s father is such a man.

Because Aisoke’s father is the founder of the Imperial Military Industry, this marriage could bring him endless political resources.

In truth, they care not about Anna’s future; they simply wish for her to become a compliant commodity for exchanging resources.

"Master Aisoke desires his fiancée to be pure, not just in body but in reputation too."

The man with the mustache spoke coldly, "If rumors spread about Miss Anna meeting a nobody in secret, what would Master Aisoke and his family think?"

Horn remained silent.

The man before him was the Great Mage of the Astrology Association, granted the title of ’Silver Fox’ by the Empire, symbolizing his crucial role in the association. But in truth, he was sent by the Imperial Military Industry to "educate" Anna.

Aisoke is infatuated with magic; he hopes his fiancée can become a magician. And the Master allowed this man to manage Anna’s life in the manor.

"It seems you have nothing left to say. When the Patriarch returns, I’ll report everything you’ve done."

A malicious smile appeared on Silver Fox’s face, "As for Miss Anna, I’ll train her into a good wife."

The sound of breaking glass interrupted their conversation.

The noise came from upstairs, precisely where Anna’s bedroom was.

The sound was extraordinarily clear in the silent night and changed Silver Fox’s expression, for he felt a strong wave of magic power.

But... how was this possible?

His student reported that all the experts at Fireplace Bay dared not accept the commission after hearing his name, which was the expected result. Therefore, he didn’t even bother to personally escort them back to the manor upon hearing the news.

In Silver Fox’s view, sometimes the despair brought by neglect is more profound.

Even if they secretly escaped to Fireplace Bay, they couldn’t find anyone to help, teaching Anna a lesson and making her more obedient in future education.

After all, Aisoke likes an obedient good girl.

After a muffled thud, Silver Fox’s silhouette turned into a wisp of black smoke, ghost-like, breaking into Anna’s chamber.

The room was empty, only broken windows left, with cold wind pouring in from outside.

Horn arrived late, and as he rushed into the room, he was almost immediately stunned by the scene at the window.

Heisenberg said that what was drawn into the magic scroll was the most basic Ice Arrow, yet the ice sculpture at the window bore no relation to the Ice Arrow. He didn’t know what to call this magic—the power in the scroll had condensed into a spiral slide several tens of meters long. By the time Anna reached the window, she had slid some distance away, clutching her white lace dress and shouting excitedly.

It was as if this was a slide leading to a fairy tale world.

Horn noticed Silver Fox’s face turning blue and white, clearly intimidated by this exquisite ice elemental magic.

But quickly, Silver Fox revealed his "Evil Mage" nature, a gleam of savagery flashing in his eyes. His body turned into black smoke again, darting straight towards Anna with even faster speed.

He couldn’t immediately discern the nature of this magic, but this wasn’t a fairy tale world.

In the real world, a lady from a deep-secluded residence eloping and escaping could never succeed.

Silver Fox caught up with Anna.

The distressed young lady saw him and grew somewhat panicked.

"Miss Anna, you are becoming more and more mischievous."

Silver Fox looked down at Anna, scrutinizing her; after such improper behavior, she should be fearful.

In truth, Anna had always been scared of him because he mastered many magic tricks that caused pain without leaving scars on the body.

Aisoke had mentioned he disliked defective products, insisting his fiancée must be clean as new before being sent to him.

He continued, "Have you forgotten the feel of the Heart-devouring Curse?"

As expected, Anna’s face went pale, and she took several steps back in fear, watching him with wary eyes.

Silver Fox was very satisfied with Anna’s reaction. He believed pain to be the best teacher, especially for children like Anna at her age. He continued to guide her, "If you don’t want to experience that feeling again, hand over the scrolls you have."

But this sentence seemed to remind Anna of something.

Her gaze wandered between the scroll and Silver Fox, and suddenly, she made up her mind. Biting her lip, she tore open three magic scrolls under Silver Fox’s astonished gaze.