His judgment was correct.
As soon as Ronald spoke, he was very certain of this.
Because the reaction of Mil at this moment was the biggest proof that he had deduced correctly.
It was just a question asked outright.
The look in Mil’s eyes instantly turned sharp.
"Really are tough to deal with."
After that exclamation, the shivering appearance also disappeared from the "girl."
Standing straight and remaining in place, she just quietly watched Ronald.
At this moment, the calmness in Mil’s eyes was like...
It was like the time atop Black Mountain, when Ronald and Heloise acted, and Mil, even with a stake piercing her shoulder, bore the pain with such calmness.
—Mil hadn’t changed at all.
—She was still that tenacious "person" from Black Mountain that made Ronald feel moved.
Taking a deep breath, Ronald became even more guarded at this moment.
Although it wasn’t an environment where he could fully unleash his magic,
given that it was presently night time and this was a residential area with some distance between the wealthy homes, broadening the use of some spells a little was still feasible.
With a wave of his hand, more black mist immediately spread from Ronald’s fingertips.
Ronald had his own analysis, of course.
He had already driven ghosts to check this mansion; there was no obscured array in action, so Mil’s purpose in stalling wasn’t to concoct some major spell.
Thus, that possibility was ruled out.
The most likely scenario was that she was waiting for the support of her allies.
Though she appeared to be alone, this person wasn’t accustomed to moving alone.
As early as when they fled from Berlingwich, Malcolm’s actions in exposing himself, thereby creating a diversion for Mil to escape, had indirectly confirmed her current situation.
So, Ronald began to divert his attention to observe the surroundings, rather than focusing solely on the enemy before him.
From which direction and in what manner would the support for the enemy before him appear?
And to instill such confidence in Mil for this aid...
At that instant, Ronald’s watchful gaze darkened a few degrees.
With a somewhat self-mocking smile, Ronald then spoke,
"So, your support is right here."
As Ronald spoke, Mil, who had been composed until then, showed a moment of panic in her eyes.
And it lasted only the blink of an eye.
Mil quickly adjusted her composure.
However, Ronald trusted his excellent observational skills, he was certain he hadn’t seen wrongly.
Because of his one sentence,
Mil had indeed shown a panicked expression just now!
He glanced slightly upwards towards the ceiling.
Without a word, Ronald directed the ghosts scattered throughout the mansion.
And his target was naturally the last remaining person, still upstairs on the third floor!
At once, the ghosts spread across the third floor gathered and pounced toward this last person.
A violent impact occurred above on the third floor.
The intense sound of shaking could clearly be heard throughout the entire house.
The mixed sound of shattering glass indicated that the windows on the third floor had completely broken; and the noise emerging from the corridor also meant the door panels there had flown off.
After the ghost attack.
This seemingly quiet person instantly revealed his fangs!
He couldn’t help but look up at the upstairs.
With gritted teeth, Ronald asked:
"You... how did you find out!"
Ronald had no intention of sharing his thought process with the other person.
So he just calmly raised an eyebrow:
"How I found out? That must be because your acting was too poor."
Thus, silence once again fell between the two.
On one hand, Mil was frightened that Ronald had seen through her abilities.
At the same time, Ronald’s attention was still on the third floor.
Mil’s true purpose in stalling had indeed been found.
She had maintained her guise till now, to provide her hidden companion on the third floor with the opportunity to cast a certain spell.
Although Ronald successfully interrupted her,
sadly, the message from the ghost did not contain information about the enemy being successfully killed.
Therefore, the confrontation on the third floor did not solidify a victory for Ronald.
While controlling the black fog that surged upstairs, Ronald also subtly rubbed his ring with his fingers:
The situation became tense.
Almost simultaneously, Ronald and Mil both loudly ordered each other, using the language imbued with magic power to try to control the actions of their opponent.
However, such attempts...
Both stemming from the abilities in "Divine Comedy," the power of their words from Word Spirit Decree immediately conflicted in the air and after a fierce collision, gradually diminished, and then dissipated.
Reflecting the actions of Ronald and Mil.
It was as if two children cursing each other out, where nothing happened except for the loud exchange of words.
The atmosphere became awkward...
As Mil confirmed that Ronald still possessed another, new, spell from the original text, her apprehensions reached an unprecedented level; meanwhile, Ronald’s vigilance was also quite cautious.
—Four different spells already!
Changing appearances, defending against others’ attacks, some sort of influence using invisible force, and the recent attempt to command him with the decree.
With four original spells in hand, if Mil were to be pulled into a normal mystical battle now, she would already be able to influence the outcome of most fights.
A question emerged in Ronald’s mind—
How exactly had this fellow managed to unravel the secrets of the original spells?
And could this reason stem from his true origins?
Just as the two stood silently confronting each other.
The ceiling of the room they were in suddenly collapsed.
A young figure stood upon the fallen ceiling board, landing successfully between Ronald and Mil without needing to bend to absorb the impact.
This was a young man in his twenties.
He still had some broken fragments hanging off him, seemingly items used for disguising appearances that had been thoroughly destroyed in the previous spells.
And that angry expression and arrogant actions.
All indicated that he was in a very bad mood.
Thus, after his gaze floated back and forth between Mil behind him and Ronald in front of him for a few seconds, this man who was undoubtedly Mil’s reinforcement spoke:
"Mil, this is the guy causing all this ruckus?"
Hearing her companion’s tone, Mil immediately warned sternly:
"Moore, you’d better be careful!"
"He’s not the kind of enemy you can handle casually!"