It seems that she had done this a number of times before.
Terrifying.
"Alright, I understand. I understand. Student Linley Bart, you merely want to retaliate after being subjected to the sudden attack previously. Thus, I am in fact prepared for it."
Elizabeth said.
She waved her hands.
"Let's fight!"
Wind, lightning, earth, and fire.
The magic circle representing the four elements appeared under her feet.
There was even the Seven Luminaries Magic Array circling around her.
Flames, lightning, hurricanes, ice cones, sunfire, moonwater, treants, bows, spears, light swords.
This was not just a simple knife and a simple needle, but real magic.
In that instant, he felt a heavy pressure coming from the elements of magic that had surrounded Elizabeth.
Genius, a true genius.
In an instant, she had used almost all the magic she knew.
Just as she said, it was a fight.
Without any hesitation or mercy, she unleashed all of her attacks as soon as the battle began.
All the other students regarded as geniuses in the academy were nothing in front of Elizabeth.
Even Alice couldn't help but admire her if she had met her.
Danger. Extreme danger.
"Ah, no. I'm not here to fight."
"Not here to fight?"
She sounded very regretful.
However, she did not retract her arms.
The magic still swirled around her, glittering.
"Then what's the matter?"
"Perhaps…"
Linley Bart said.
"I can help you."
"Help me?"
Elizabeth whole-heartedly jeered.
Angry?
"Don't be ridiculous. I don't want cheap sympathy. What can you do? Keep quiet. Ignoring me is the best way to help."
"…"
"I will view any gentleness as hostility."
She went up a flight of stairs.
She was serious.
Her decisiveness had been clearly evident from before.
How annoying.
So.
He had to do something to gain her trust.
"I like you."
Linley Bart said.
This was the first time he had confessed to a girl since he was young.
He could not find a more suitable excuse to help Elizabeth through his identity.
A confession.
This was the only solution Linley Bart had.
Only through this method could they subtly close the distance between them.
"Oh?"
Elizabeth didn't have much of a change in expression. She simply said casually,
"When did you start liking me?"
"I'm not sure… Perhaps it started since we were young."
Linley Bart could only say this because in his memories, the two of them had only interacted when they were young.
He couldn't possibly say that he had just fallen in love with her.
Who would fall in love with her just now with what she had done?
Only people who liked being tortured would like it under those circumstances.
In conclusion, Linley Bart was just making it up. He never had the slightest bit of feelings for Elizabeth.
However, Elizabeth looked disgusted.
"Disgusting! I didn't expect you to have a lolita complex!"
Linley Bart remembered that when they had met in the castle as children, they had only been six or seven years old.
"Initially, I thought that you were merely as disgusting as a cockroach. I didn't expect you to be a scumbag too."
"No, I didn't mean—"
"I already understood what you're thinking. I think the choice to make you ignore what had just happened was a mistake. You should go and die for the betterment of mankind… I suggest you to go out and find a tree. After that, hang a rope on it, put your neck in it and hang yourself."
How heartless.
"Forget it, I just wanted to help you."
"I just told you I don't need any help."
Elizabeth did not trust Linley Bart.
Come to think of it, who would believe a person with a terrible reputation?
Linley Bart could be said to be a hedonistic son of a wealthy family.
He had to do something to convince her.
"You'll get hit in the head with a book."
Linley Bart suddenly said this.
"Hmm? This is really…"
Before Elizabeth could finish, a book had hit her on the head.
She looked incredulous.
"What did you do?"
"Prophecy."
Linley Bart spoke the name of this spell.
"Are you kidding me? You know the spell Prophecy?"
Elizabeth's expression changed from cold to disbelief.
Prophecy was not something that could simply predict the future.
It was magic that could influence the future to a certain extent.
As long as one used the spell to dictate something that would happen in the future, there was a chance that it would succeed.
Of course, the greater the prophecy, the greater the magic power required.
That was for sure.
If anyone ever said that the world was going to be destroyed.
That was probably something only God could do.
But predictions that are specific such as the fall of a book which will not have a significant impact on the present and the future, could be easily achieved.
It could be said that the fewer people it affected, the more accurate the prophecy and the higher chance of it succeeding.
This spell could be said to be the closest to the language of the gods.
It was lost centuries ago.
"How did you learn Prophecy?"
Elizabeth said.
"It's a secret."
"You can really help me?"
"Of course I can. With my Prophecy spell, I can help you."
"You know the consequences of lying to me, don't you?"
"I've already experienced it."
"However, I still can't believe you. But since you've already predicted something once, I can reluctantly see what you want to do. If you make an excessive request, I'll definitely take revenge on you."
"I just want to help you. I won't make any outrageous demands."
"What about your reward? I don't believe you would be so kind as to help me for free."
"Reward?"
To be honest, the system had already given it to him.
But since she said so, Linley Bart turned to look at Elizabeth.