Under the cloak of nightfall, Ronald guided the Wings of Icarus to gently land on the ground.
He walked towards the trees where Heloise had fallen.
At the same time, he did not forget to manipulate the black mist, the force of "violence," dragging over both the bodies of his recently felled enemies and the hiding Lumiel.
During this process, the old man, who had become extremely weak due to his skirmish with Heloise, finally deteriorated from his previously bloated physical state.
By the time his facial features had fully returned to their aged look,
the man glanced blankly at his empty arms before collapsing powerlessly to the ground.
Free from the control of beastly magic,
he didn’t even know what had happened at the moment.
All he could see around him was Ronald walking towards the trees.
Ronald glanced at the old man.
He dealt with such an enemy succinctly.
He simply controlled the black mist to surround the old man, making sure there was no possibility of escape.
Approaching the tree, Ronald looked up at the rustling canopy.
He cleared his throat before speaking,
"Hey, Thor, how are you doing now?"
The girl in the canopy was silent for a few seconds.
Then she replied with a resentful voice,
"Ronald, you know how a gentleman should invite a lady down from a carriage, right?"
Understanding the implication in the girl’s words, Ronald lightly leaped onto the canopy.
Amidst the broken and disorderly branches and leaves of the tree, he indeed saw the state Heloise was in.
The old man’s punch was indeed quite formidable.
Heloise was not only knocked flying on the spot but her entire right shoulder also showed severe distortion and deformation.
Under normal medical conditions,
this would certainly have been a fatal injury, or at the very least, cause a permanent disability.
Of course, Heloise, being capable of casting spells, was an exception.
As Ronald arrived, the girl had used a magic potion to block the pain in her injured area and then began to adjust the position of her fractured bones.
Although there were no medical splints to secure the injury,
the control of the body through spellcasting aided in healing, ensuring the muscle and bone positions were correct.
Observing this scene, Ronald couldn’t help but recall the events atop Black Mountain.
To confront Lumiel’s "parents,"
Heloise too had paid a significant price.
Now, it seemed this girl was certainly skilled at healing injuries.
With a smile on his face that symbolized triumph, Ronald moved aside the branches and leaves, gently avoiding her wounds, and tenderly cradled the girl in his arms.
Once the two returned to the ground, Heloise quietly lay in Ronald’s embrace and playfully glanced at the Wings of Icarus on Ronald’s back.
"Ronald, your wings are quite something."
"Is this also a spell from your Copenhagen school?"
Ronald replied straightforwardly,
"Some time ago, the ’Scroll Research Society’ had an issue with an original text. I happened to be there, so I dealt with the incident by passing a trial."
Hearing such an explanation, Heloise’s eyes widened instantly:
"How long has it been?"
"You... you’ve already mastered the trial of an original text!"
Ronald didn’t want to dwell on the matter, so he simply shook his head,
"It’s just part of the normal duties. I’ve only learned this one spell."
"Let’s take a look at our haul tonight."
As they talked, the black mist dragged over the body of the dead caster and the unconscious Lumière to them.
At that moment, Heloise gently rested her head on Ronald’s shoulder.
Then, she whispered softly into his ear,
"Ronald, there’s an injection capsule in the inner pocket on the left side of my top, help me inject it."
Ronald raised an eyebrow,
"The injection site is still the vein?"
Heloise immediately flashed a smile,
"You still remember quite clearly."
Following the principle of ’see no evil,’ Ronald quickly took the medicine from Heloise’s pocket and injected it into her.
The effect of the mystical side’s magic potion was astonishing.
In just a matter of seconds, the effect of the drug began to take hold.
Although it couldn’t heal her injuries immediately, Heloise had regained her ability to move with the help of the magic potion.
She then lightly hopped down from Ronald’s embrace.
Looking at her battered self, the girl shook her head in dissatisfaction,
"That punch was really hard."
"After tonight, I probably won’t be able to participate in any battles for over a month."
Muttering to herself, Heloise then approached the enemy’s corpse.
She regarded the body of the original scripture owner with a complex expression and almost subconsciously lamented,
"Holding the book..."
"This is what it means to hold the book..."
"Ronald, if the news of us taking down an original scripture owner tonight leaks out, even in Springs, it would definitely be headline material."
Ronald didn’t respond and instead surveyed the corpse as well.
The appearance of the deceased...
After all, they were an owner of an original scripture, and Ronald naturally could not afford to hold back in their confrontation. Thus, when he launched the attack, the burst of magical power infused in the force was almost the highest in history.
Coupled with the ’atrocity’ of their battle...
There was no doubt that the caster had been thoroughly corroded by the River of Hell’s blood.
Even the impact of the body falling to the ground caused the flesh and bone to separate faintly.
While approaching the body and lamenting, Heloise also threw a look at Ronald.
Seeing her companion had no objections to her approaching the enemy’s corpse,
The girl then squatted down, and from the body, she extracted a book smeared with chunks of the corpse and sticky with gore.
Heloise didn’t let curiosity get the better of her and inspect the contents of the original scripture.
Merely wiping off the blood and flesh with her sleeve, she subsequently handed the book to Ronald,
"Take it, tonight’s spoils."
Looking at the book Heloise handed to him, Ronald silently grasped the original scripture in his hands.
He didn’t rush to show off his ability to tame the original scripture instantly.
Instead, like an ordinary caster, he tucked the book into his chest for safekeeping.
Passing by Heloise, who was still inspecting the body,
Ronald pointed at the elder trapped by the black mist and then spoke again,
"As a professional like you, you must have plenty of ways to make someone tell the truth, right?"