Surviving The Fourth Calamity

”Master.” Oliva, seated inside Ruth’s airship, softly called out.

”Did you see it?” Ruth gently closed his eyes, then let out a slight sigh.

”Aislin is someone who loves to deceive herself. No matter how many people she harms, she always finds a plausible reason for herself.

Even if the reason is for her own benefit, it is still a reason.”

Therefore, Aislin, who always feels that her actions are never wrong, would never show a smile that says, ’I’m going to screw you to death.’

In a world where if one isn’t self-serving, they meet doom, only those who harm others for no reason are considered evil.

To stamp out competitors for one’s own life and future at the budding stage is only logical.

And in this world, Aislin is the person who’s best at persuading herself... she believes the souls under her hands all died worthily.

Such an Aislin actually lives quite comfortably every day... her greatest pain is not being tricked by another handsome man recently.

But the handsome man who deceived her usually met a miserable end.

Though Oliva always felt that Aislin was a bit sick, he never expected to see such a fierce and ruthless expression on her face.

Before this, he never thought Aislin could have any issues... even when he guessed there was betrayal within his faction, he never thought it would be Aislin.

Of course, if Aislin were to suddenly stab Oliva out of some abruptly erupted feelings, that’d be quite normal, but backstabbing Ruth?

That girl could calm down in front of Ruth even when she’s immersed in the most insane love!

Of course, it’s only in that moment in front of Ruth; once she steps out of the Magic Tower, she becomes that love-crazed woman again.

Ruth didn’t give up on managing her right from the start.

But once, twice is fine; who can stand her getting sick again and again over time?

After discovering that no matter how many times Aislin failed, she would just be frustrated temporarily and soon revive fully and seek the next cute boy, Ruth completely stopped controlling her.

After all, Aislin’s love stories only hurt her mental sea and soul power, as well as other people’s lives. As long as his own people weren’t unlucky, Ruth couldn’t be bothered.

However, today’s discovery gave Oliva quite a scare: was that really Aislin?

But, it’s impossible!

He had just talked with Aislin in the Tower of the Night’s Mist. If she had really been replaced, she couldn’t have entered the Night’s Mist... unless what replaced Aislin’s presence was stronger than the Tower of Dark Enigma.

The Sia Tower would have to go all out, and even then need an insider’s help, to take down the entire Tower of Dark Enigma.

But the Guard Tower controlled by the Kamente Tower couldn’t reverse-control the main magic array.

Oliva still found it hard to believe Aislin herself had issues... who’s capable of such a disguise for so many years?

A traitor has always got a goal to accomplish!

Aislin knows quite a few secrets... compared to the excuse the Sia Tower used to take down the Defense Tower, what Aislin knows is even more severe.

And although the many magic towers on the continent have their mutual understandings in secret, they will never help those truly caught with damaging evidence, whose insides have been infiltrated to such depths by others.

Aislin knows most of the array activation codes of the Tower of Dark Enigma!

If she has a problem... how did the Tower of Dark Enigma survive till now?

”Ah... it’s getting worse!” Ruth glanced at Oliva, whose face was filled with existential doubt, fiddling with his fingers, ”Stop overthinking, the former Aislin had no problems.

But that doesn’t mean she’ll be safe in the future.”

”What... do you mean?” Oliva felt like he was hearing riddles.

”She’s like a puppet with a timer set; before a certain moment, she’s Aislin, a painting she crafted throughout the years, though crooked and twisted, it’s a trace she drew herself.

However, this paper merely covers an originally perfect image with a sheet of white paper that dissipates on a timer.

No matter how much you draw on this paper, when that moment comes, it can only vanish with that sheet of white paper.

In the end, only that original image remains.”

Oliva barely understood, and was greatly shaken: ”How is that possible? Is there such magic in the world?”

”Don’t say impossible, any spell just hasn’t been discovered; they don’t not exist.” Ruth instinctively dismissed Oliva’s foolish statement, ”You’re a mage too, how can you say something so stupid?

No wonder you’re stuck at the Eighth Ring without progress.”

Oliva frustratedly smacked his mouth: ”I was wrong, Master.”

Ruth glanced at him: ”Of course, this is more likely a force opposite to magic... yet, any skill and ability they use should, by rights, also be an expression of magic.

But compared to us, who need to gradually communicate with law, master the law, and find the meanings of the runes in a flash of insight, those people can simply rely on innate abilities to obtain it directly.

They might not understand the principles of magic, but they can use it; that’s the law’s favoritism toward them.”

Oliva couldn’t help but blink his eyes.

His mind was racing, his eyes blinking like they’d been electrified, and it took a while for him to grasp his master’s meaning, then he immediately covered his mouth and looked at his teacher with wide eyes.

”People with small eyes shouldn’t expect others to understand what they’re thinking.” Ruth helplessly turned his head to the other side... Oliva’s expression was really unbearable for him to look at, ”Don’t believe that kind of nonsense, that eyes can speak, that people who understand you can read your eye’s language.

A straight line can’t suddenly become a circle.”

Oliva angrily put down his hand: ”Master, you know your mouth gets particularly venomous whenever you’re unhappy, right?”

”Ah... I was wondering why I like Gilbert so much!” Ruth clapped his hands, ”So that’s it!

Sigh~ Humans~ surely love students who are like themselves.”

He glanced at Oliva’s quite spirited big eyes: That’s why you’re always reprimanded.

Oliva didn’t even know whether he should show he understood or not.

Either response seemed to hurt himself.

Fortunately, he also understood that Master Ruth’s way of speaking like this was just to tell him that although the matter with Aislin was troublesome, it wasn’t fatal, and he already had a solution.

Oliva naturally wouldn’t be dissatisfied because Ruth didn’t disclose the truth to him... his best trait was never being overly curious about things he couldn’t handle.

A secret is kept a secret for a reason; it must be something he shouldn’t know, and knowing might even endanger his own life.

He’s not Aislin, wanting to stick his nose everywhere... ah!

Oliva suddenly realized retrospectively that from now on, Aislin, who had accompanied him for most of his life, was completely gone.

Now, sitting in that beautiful, red airship he personally purchased, is already another person.

Finally coming to terms with reality, a faint sorrow slowly appeared on his face.

He couldn’t even host a funeral for his former little sister.