Rising Shadows: The Fight for Freedom I

Chapter 99: Master and Servant II

"Oh my goodness! By the grace of the Almighty, Darn, you have summoned a devilish servant! You are merely a fourth-tier mage! You have created a miracle!"

A miracle? I hardly think so! Master Ambrol is being overly dramatic!

It was midday, in a lavish single-student dormitory building at the Magic and Martial Arts Academy. The scene featured a venerable old man, a young boy, and a girl, along with several tense-looking men and a few pale-faced girls, not to mention a small demon that was unmistakably a creature of evil.

At that moment, the small demon, adorned with horns and a dejected expression, was sulking on a dining table, dejectedly enduring a barrage of unabashed stares, akin to those one might cast upon monkeys at a zoo.

Though many were gathered to gawk at the otherworldly creature, it was evident that most were merely there out of curiosity, with only the elderly man approaching the situation with a scholarly demeanor... Oh, I almost forgot one person: in the spacious room, the girl with an exquisite appearance and noble bearing was intently observing the pitiful little demon, diligently absorbing knowledge about otherworldly beings through various means.

How terrifying! I once thought my master was a formidable human, but I never anticipated that this aged fellow would be even more fearsome, wielding such powerful spells to torment me...

Amidst the potent spells coalescing around him, the little demon felt an unprecedented pressure, as if all its secrets were laid bare before the old mage, akin to a corpse exposed to a surgeon's scalpel, leaving no shred of privacy!

Yet, even in this state of dissection, the little demon did not feel such dread. In fact, it yearned for death, for then its soul could return to the abyss of Hell. Though memories would be erased, it would gain a chance at rebirth.

But? The old mage, who made the little demon feel like a lamb awaiting slaughter, posed no threat to its life. Instead, he impatiently examined the little demon over and over, until it felt as if its very soul was exposed to the glaring light of day, realizing that the mortal realm was indeed the most terrifying place in the multiverse.

However, the source of the little demon's fear and exhaustion was not solely the fearsome old man; it also stemmed from the girl who wore a sweet smile. At that moment, she waved her hand lightly, igniting a flame beneath the little demon's feet.

Ah! No! Please, do not use fire magic against me! Although I possess a strong resistance to flames, being continuously scorched by magical fire will still cause me harm and pain!

It seemed that the great demons of the ninth circle of Hell heard the little demon's pleas, for when it sensed smoke rising from its feet and a faint aroma of roasting flesh wafting into its nostrils, the tormenting flames suddenly extinguished.

"Yelina, stop fooling around! Only demons of general rank or higher can be immune to flames. This little fellow is merely a lowly demon and cannot withstand your ninth-tier fire spells! Be careful not to burn it to death; Darn will hold you accountable!"

"Oh, I understand! It's not like I've never seen a creature from the demon realm before! Darn, can I keep this little demon to play with for a few days?"

No... Master, please do not agree! The little demon's face stiffened, its eyes pleading, while internally, it felt that the threat posed by women in the mortal realm had instantly surpassed all the terrifying creatures it had ever encountered.

"No, Yelina! Do not be deceived by its current docility; that is merely because it has signed a master-servant contract with Darn. Without this contract, even with your ninth-tier mage status, you might not be able to defeat this little lowly demon!"