Sorcerer’s Handbook

Boom!

The grand doors of the Court Banquet hall were blasted open as a wet and battered motorcycle skidded inside. The guests quickly stood and moved out of its way, watching as this war-worn vehicle clattered to a halt under the steps of the throne, smashing into the staircase and ending in pieces.

Through the Rain Curtain walked in an attendant, covered in blood and holding a long sword. The attendant’s garb, designed as a tailcoat, now looked like a dark red trench coat soaked in blood, though nobody knew whose blood it was. A mask covered his face, revealing only his eyes, leaving his expression unreadable.

Ashpel.

A single name echoed in everyone’s minds.

The Saint of fifty years.

The guardian of Nabistin.

The ruler of the Gospel.

The savior who sheltered all beings, the emperor of utmost kindness and benevolence.

But not everyone was content to simply watch the scene unfold. Yvaren, Anfel, and Qenna all wanted to speak up. However, a slight raise of the Empress’s hand silenced them all, as if their right to speak had been revoked. They could only watch in silence as the era changed and the New Empress was born.

And then, the sun would rise as usual tomorrow.

But his steps grew faster and faster, as if he couldn’t wait to reclaim the crown. Finally, he unfurled his golden and silver Twin Wings and flew forward.

He raised his long sword, like a bright arc cutting through the sky, like a meteor streaking across the moon!

Clang!

The sword pierced the veil, stopping just before her neck. The tip of the blade cut the skin, drawing a single drop of crystalline blood.

“My blood is red too,” the Empress explained, as if reading the doubt in his heart. The two secret guards stood quietly on either side of the throne, seemingly indifferent to what was happening or to who was seated on the throne.

He looked at the Empress, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

“Why don’t you strike?” the Empress asked. “Anger, resentment, fear, despair-a black sea storming in your heart. Why not unleash it? I am right in front of you; why not fill the void in your heart with my death?”

“Do you hate me? Yes.”

“Do you want to kill me? Yes.”

“Are you afraid? No.”

“Then why is it?”

The Empress seemed to be smiling. “Because you pity me.”

He remained silent.

“You know the process for the birth of each Empress: A girl who is the purest, most innocent, kindest, and most beautiful reaches adulthood, and then she takes control of the Gospel, caring for this land for fifty years until the next Empress takes over,” the Empress said. “You know Raypel wasn’t wrong; Raypel was just ensuring the future of the nation. Those pursuers weren’t wrong either; they were just eliminating noise that could affect countless people’s happiness. The Gospel wasn’t wrong; it simply Weaves the best possible future out of infinite possibilities.” ŔÄΝỘʙĚṨ

“Even those two to be executed weren’t wrong, as they haven’t committed any wrong yet.”

“But the Gospel won’t give them the chance to.”

Ashe finally spoke, “The story shouldn’t be like this.”

“Reality isn’t a fairy tale,” the Empress said. “This is how it has to be.”

“But still, it’s good to see you in person.”

“Hmm?”

“You are indeed the chosen one of the Gospel,” the Empress said. “You will become the purest, most honest, and kindest Yisuo.”

At that moment, the Empress stepped forward.

Gracefully, she pressed her neck into Ashe’s long sword.

Facing Ashe’s horrified eyes, the Empress playfully winked. In the final moments of her life, she seemed to recapture her innocence from fifty years ago.

“Every new beginning must have its closing act.”

“Thank you, Ashe. My apologies, Ashpel.”

Ashe watched as the Empress’s body disintegrated like wind-blown sand, leaving him momentarily dazed-unlike him, this Empress didn’t even have her true name known.

But he had no time for sorrow. With the passing of the previous host, the ownership of the deity’s power completely transferred.

Boom!

Ashe swayed slightly, as if feeling cold from being in the rain for too long.

He took two steps forward, grasped the handle, and slowly sat on the throne.

Everyone instinctively knelt, including the secret guards on either side of the throne. The storm outside seemed to calm at that moment, as if the world itself was welcoming the return of the ruler.

Ashpel slowly opened his eyes.

On the bridge outside the parking lot lay many severely injured ones from the Sanctuary.

Under the bridge flowed a river. The rain was torrential, the current rapid, fish swimming frantically. As the waves crashed against the banks, the fish, shrimp, and crabs exerted all their strength to push a foreign invader, an object not belonging to the river, onto the water play platform.

A little girl lay on the wet stone surface, her hair clean and shiny black. It hurt, Deya thought, so now it was her turn to take the stage. A sister’s pain could only be borne by her.

But soon the pain faded as her body temperature rapidly decreased, robbing her of consciousness. A strong sense of drowsiness numbed her nerves. She couldn’t think of anything but to close her eyes quickly and never to wake up again.

Unless it was Ashe who woke her with a kiss.

Ashe.

Deya opened her eyes, and a colossal figure suddenly appeared in her view.

It had four beautiful sharp horns, shimmering bronze scales, and a mouth full of fearsome yet neatly aligned fangs. Its eyes were as large as half a mirror, and Deya could even see herself in its pupils…

It was the Bronze Dragon.

It looked at Deya quietly. Deya, drawing strength from somewhere, asked, “Is the Trial over?”

It nodded.

The Bronze Dragon’s Trial was simple, consisting of a single curse and a condition: The curse was that she would lose her past identity, be transported elsewhere, transformed into a child, and her spellforce sealed. The condition for the Trial was to successfully live until the death of the current Empress Yisuo.

This Trial was undeniably tailored for Deya: The Bronze Dragon helped her escape the Tower, conceal her identity, and even alter her appearance. As long as Empress Yisuo lived, there was a risk of her being captured and subjected to Armored Sanctification.

The end of the Trial meant that Deya could restore her original body and start a fresh, beautiful new life, but she felt no joy at that moment.

Because the death of Empress Yisuo signified the ascent of the New Empress, Ashpel.

The Bronze Dragon gently touched Deya, and as the raindrops pattered crisply against her, Deya realized her body was reverting to its adult form-albeit halfway.

But it didn’t matter; she could finally use her spellforce in the real world.

Reverse Day.

Deya cast the ‘Reverse Day’ spirit on herself, her body fully reverting to a day previously-to little Lise’s state, even wearing the same dress.

Hey? Wait a minute? The ‘Reverse Day’ spirit is an instantaneous reversal, and doesn’t negate this form, so am I going to stay a little girl forever?

But, oh well.

This is fine too.

Deya looked up at the Bronze Dragon. “Even though I never expected your blessing, it seems typical of you, being so mischievous, to grant me a perfectly timed bit of mockery, doesn’t it?”

Surprisingly, it nodded.

As the four sharp horns emitted a faint glow, Deya felt her soul become more solid.

“Blessing of the Bronze Dragon: Your mental resistance increases by 13%, and your soul’s adaptability to all sects’ deities increases by 13%.”

By the time Deya fully understood the blessing’s effects, the Bronze Dragon had vanished.

She almost felt like laughing. She had undergone the Bronze Dragon’s Trial to escape her fate, but in completing it, she found she had to embrace her fate willingly.

It was as if nothing had changed, yet everything had.

Looking fifty years ahead, she could foresee her Sorcerer’s Handbook with an entry: Bronze Dragons are supreme jerks!

She crouched on the water play platform, staring at her blurry reflection in the river.

“Lise, elder sister,” Deya called softly, “I need you now.”

Little Witch: “Huh?”

White Queen: “She’s not calling for you.”

Little Witch: “But I am Lise.”

Black Butler: “You are the second-generation Lise. Deya is calling for the first generation.”

Little Witch: “There’s more than one Lise!?”

White Queen: “Have you forgotten? ‘Lise’ refers to the sister responsible for real-world activities. Before you were born, there was of course another Lise.”

The Little Witch was stunned for a moment, then remembered that she, Lise Deya, was a sister born after escaping the Tower, meaning that during the time in the Tower, there had indeed been another ‘Lise’.

So, who was this ‘Lise’?

Secret Princess was in charge of Virtual Realm activities, while White Queen, Black Butler, and Scarlet Dead Apostles could all serve as ‘Lise.’ Yet, now, even the Little Witch understood that during their time in the Tower, the ‘Lise’ responsible for real-world activities was the sister described as the “purest, most innocent, kindest, and most beautiful princess.”

Even though the Little Witch loved everyone dearly, she had to admit that among them, there wasn’t a single person who perfectly met those conditions. Compared to her sisters, Dad might even be a better fit.

Little Witch: “So, we actually have another sister? Why has she never appeared?”

Scarlet Dead Apostles: “Because she is completely opposite to Deya.”

Little Witch: “I don’t understand.”

White Queen: “She embodies purity, innocence, kindness, and beauty in the truest sense. This means that even if Deya told her the whole truth, she wouldn’t resist her fate. Instead, she would choose to sacrifice herself to protect everyone. Moreover, we don’t dare tell her about our existence. She is our protection, and if something happens to her, the Empress would discover us.”

White Queen: “Additionally, as long as she exists, the process for Armored Sanctification continues. She is our enemy. For us to survive, she must disappear.”

Little Witch: “Disappear!? You mean, did you guys-“

Black Butler: “We once urged Deya to kill her, but Deya couldn’t do it and instead sealed her.”

Little Witch: “Sealed? How?”

Scarlet Dead Apostles: “She is different from us; she is not a spirit. She and Deya are truly multiple personalities, unlike us who can appear simultaneously. When she is in control of the body, Deya has to hide, which is how the title ‘Secret Princess’ came about.”

“When Deya takes over the body, her personality sleeps in the depths of the soul. Unless Deya willingly relinquishes control, she won’t wake up.”

“So, we also call her-“

“Sleeping Beauty.”

Deya watched her own reflection in the water gradually blur, then reassemble into a girl similar in form but entirely different in aura, like a princess walking out of a fairy tale.

The princess opened her eyes, covered her mouth as she yawned, and looked at Deya with a puzzled yet curious expression.

“Lise, elder sister,” Deya bit her lower lip, “please save him.”

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