"Looks like I need to buy some hair dye."
The young man called "Carl" stroked his hair back, put his hands on his head, and showed a wild smile: "I said, old man—do you have any good stuff?"
While he was saying this, the gray mud around him was surging uneasy and gurgling.
Then, Carl suddenly raised his right hand that was pressing his hair.
With his palm forward, he naturally waved his hand.
The mud was like a living thing, surging forward rapidly. As if to swallow everything in and tear it apart—
It's different from being attacked on a boat.
This time, Benjamin, who had prepared the pre-transformation product in advance, finally showed the fighting power of a transformation wizard.
I saw a large amount of black smoke flowing out from around him.
Like a general commanding soldiers, he directed the continuously gushing black mist towards the mud.
When the black mist came into contact with the mud, vermilion crystals were formed from the point of contact—the wall of black mist transformed the flowing mud into a kind of vermilion crystals, and then these crystals shattered on their own, turning into one by one The red needles gathered around Benjamin.
I saw him suddenly waved forward.
Like a torrential rain, the red crystal needles flew towards Captain Karl at a high speed!
And Karl wasn't the slightest bit nervous about it.
The sand in front of him seemed to have life, and it surged up by itself. The moment it left the ground, it condensed into a solid and thick stone wall, and those red needles clanged against the stone wall, and then fell down.
The part of the stone wall under the sand spread and solidified in all directions. A solid "underframe" is formed.
But those red needles shone with golden light one by one after they were broken.
After a very short delay, they are connected to each other.
- Sudden explosion!
At this moment, Benjamin suddenly shouted:
"David, get him under control!
"I can't kill anymore now... If I continue to transform, I won't be able to hold back!"
David
Are you calling me? But... shouldn't you and I be sworn enemies
Annan was stunned for a moment.
He realized something quickly.
Yes, the premise is wrong—
The moment he realized this, all the clues were connected in front of him. Annan understood everything.
Without hesitation, he pushed the shoulder of the dazed Maria.
He was no longer pretending, and his voice was bright and clear:
"Come on, Maria—separate them!"
"… good."
Maria also vaguely felt that she understood something.
But she always felt so short.
Although the actions of "Gerald" were rude, it made her who was thinking about it immediately wake up.
Maria's ring shone brightly.
She stretched out her slender right hand, emptied everything down in the air, and issued an order:
"[Both sides truce]!"
The moment her cold voice fell.
A transparent wall rose between Benjamin and Carl, cutting the battlefield in half.
The invisible repulsion starts from the wall and pushes to both sides at the same time.
Amidst the low roar, the sand and red needles were firmly blocked by the repulsive force and pushed away to both sides. Even Benjamin and Carl were pushed back away from the wall by the repulsive force.
At this distance, it is impossible for them to rush over immediately; and whether it is sand or red crystals, they will also be blocked, and only powerful spells that require preparation can disperse them.
In other words, both parties don't have to worry about being attacked by the other party... so they can sit down and talk calmly.
Annan marveled at the effect of this spell.
This is a genuine persuasion (magic)...
"Can I talk now?"
Maria turned her head and looked at Annan seriously: "Why did you separate them?"
Annan seemed to see his own reflection in her pupils.
The others also looked at Annan.
Or... all looking at Gerald.
Annan chuckled lightly.
He clapped his hands and took a step forward.
On the ordinary and gentle face that belonged to Gerald, there suddenly appeared a confidence that did not match him... and a wild smile that was so brilliant that it was almost brilliant.
"Gentlemen, old gentlemen... and our esteemed Highness."
As Annan said, he gracefully turned around and bowed to Maria to pay tribute.
Maria also politely returned a skirt gift to him.
Immediately afterwards, Annan said calmly: "Actually, I have seen through the whole truth."
As he spoke, he looked at his watch: "Although the reasoning will be after dinner, I'm running out of time... Let this boring farce end here.
"The reason why I want to stop you from fighting is simple. Because it only takes one more death and we're down to five, and what does that mean?"
"If the person who killed Master Michelangelo hasn't killed anyone yet... can he kill one person and end the ceremony directly?"
Maria asked tentatively.
Annan nodded, then shook his head again.
"Almost, but that's not the problem..."
He sneered, showing an elegant and reserved smile.
He raised his voice and replied: "The crux of the problem is that if there are six people alive—no matter how powerful he is, he can't kill anyone. Otherwise, there will be bugs in the ritual...or in other words, there will be an endless loop."
Annan's current attitude is not at all as humble as he showed before.
Every move seems to be shining, attracting everyone's attention.
"Let me put it this way. There's an easy way to end this... just one simple question."
Annan said bluntly: "It's just that from the very beginning, we all ignored this matter. Why, because everyone present... more or less died. So we will not hide our identities from others something strange.
"But that's the crux of the matter."
As he said that, Annan looked at Maria, and asked, "Does the Order School have a spell that can tell someone's real name?"
Annan had seen something similar at the Viscount's Mansion before.
Maria blinked, realizing something.
She quickly replied, "Yes, there are."
She immediately took out a flat emerald green jade tablet from her small satchel.
With a light touch of her right hand, strange traces were branded on it.
"Hold it and ask people for their real names. If you get the answer right, it will flash white; if you get the answer wrong, it will flash red."
Maria handed it to Annan and explained how to use it.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Annan smiled slightly, looked straight at Uncle Ghirlandaio of the Prophet School, and raised his hand to hand over the jade token.
He said gently: "Your Excellency Ghirlandaio... Would you like to come and test it?"
Ghirlandaio, who had been silent all this time, looked at Annan and suddenly laughed.
He walked over without fear, holding the jade tablet tightly.
Under the gazes of everyone with different expressions, Ghirlandaio said calmly:
"My real name is—
"Michelangelo Buonaro."
— A white light turns on.