This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

"Miss Lurah, I apologize for the inconvenience this has caused you, but there are suspicions that a magic race has invaded our Trujillo family estate, so..."

Beside the carriage, a person resembling a butler was continuously bowing to Mier and Lucien.

"Magic race invasion?" Mier covered her mouth, but her panic quickly turned into anger. She opened her mouth as if wanting to say something, but upon remembering that the butler before her represented the Trujillo family, Mier closed her mouth again.

After all, although she held a relatively high position among the servants, she wasn’t in a place to comment on matters involving the family. Even Miss Lurah, because of her age, didn’t have much say at the moment.

"I will inform the master of the Menter family afterward," Mier said seriously, to which the Trujillo family butler nodded with a smile.

"That is only proper."

After watching the butler leave, Mier turned her head and forced a smile, attempting to coax Lucien, making an effort not to leave any psychological shadow on Miss Lurah, whom she served.

Lucien felt quite helpless about this as well; after all, he couldn’t simply declare to his makeshift maid sister that he would be responsible for the psychological impact he might cause others, could he?

"Just endure it..." Lucien muttered, and then closed his eyes, pretending to sleep to escape the overly embarrassing comfort from Mier.

On the other side, in the library.

Rafael stood silently before the first death scene. Although the body had been removed, the blood, brain matter, and such hadn’t been completely wiped off. Some fluids splattered on the bookshelves and floor had already seeped into the books, the shelves, or the wooden floor, keeping the room thick with the scent of blood.

"Brother Rafael..." Beside Rafael, a young girl in a yellow dress was pathetically tugging at Rafael’s clothes.

"There’s a very faint trace of the magic race’s presence." Rafael closed his eyes, as if sensing something.

Suddenly, he picked up a book stained with blood from nearby. A gentle wipe of his hand on the book brought forth a special magic in his palm that quickly entered the book, altering its internal structure.

By the time Rafael had finished, the book in his hand had turned into a sharp Knight’s sword with blood and pieces of white human tissue on its blade.

"Greta, could you help me with this?" Rafael’s tone was calm and gentle, quickly easing the tension in the girl behind him. She nodded lightly and then closed her eyes, her fingers interlacing and placed on her chest in a prayerful pose.

As Greta prayed, a faint silver light radiated from her.

This special light penetrated the blood and began causing certain changes through the droplet.

Boom—

In the next moment, Greta’s silver light shattered into bits of silver luminance, forming the shadow of a person who had fallen to the ground and countless scattered specks around it.

Then the shadow slowly stood up from the ground in a reversed fashion, and the scattered specks also began to fly back into the silver figure’s head with time...

If Lucien were there, he could have easily recognized that under Greta’s manipulation, the silver figure’s movements were an exact reversal of Somaya’s actions before her death.

Of course, since it only replicated Somaya’s actions, it seemed somewhat discordant in certain situations, especially at the moment of Somaya’s death. Lacking the assistance of the "Hand of Shadow," it appeared as if Somaya’s head had inexplicably exploded.

"Thank you, Greta, you did well this time." Rafael, after observing the entire battle process, closed his eyes, then after more than ten seconds, turned to look at Greta in the yellow dress, giving her a radiant smile.

Greta shyly lowered her head and reached up to adjust her hair, but her breathing became somewhat rapid, "We can’t... not here..."

"What, exactly, is the function of this pen?"

Due to the Trujillo family’s suspicion of demon infiltration, characters like Lurah, the role played by Lucien, were escorted away from the manor early, while the remaining people had to undergo strict inspection. Guests and Knights without suspicion were organized into small squads to assist the Trujillo family in a thorough search.

Of course, the hectic search had nothing to do with Lucien at this point. Under these circumstances, Lurah’s young age became the best cover.

This allowed Lucien to easily avoid any further suspicion and become one of the first guests to leave the Trujillo estate. He was escorted to a residence nearby the Trujillo family’s property for temporary rest.

Because he was in a relatively unfamiliar environment, Lucien chose not to leave under the guise of Lurah that night. Instead, he took advantage of the lifting of the rule restrictions and took out an exquisitely crafted feather pen from his storage ring, using the identification module provided by the system to inspect its uniqueness.

As he activated the module, a faint blue light flashed in the depths of Lucien’s eyes. However, he soon groaned in pain and clutched his head. When the intense pain slightly subsided, he looked at the feather pen with extreme wariness.

During the identification of the pen, Lucien had felt as if he were glimpsing at a powerful being, similar to the sensation he had when he looked at the Dream Realm Lord before.

Had he not decisively cut off some of his spiritual power from his main body, he would not be suffering from a mere headache now, but by the next morning, the Trujillo family would have discovered an infiltration by a ’Head Exploding Demon’ in their ancillary estate.

"What exactly is this? Part of some powerful life form’s identity?" Lucien carefully placed the seemingly ordinary feather pen aside, his eyes filled with dread and fear.

The vast shadow he "peeked" at through the identification module, shrouded in mist, gave Lucien a shiver. Perhaps the essence of that terrifying existence was even more fearsome and sublime than the Dream Realm Lord he had previously encountered.

"That is a great being’s feather, and it still contains a trace of Their essence. Lucky for you, They are currently unable to awaken due to uncontrollable reasons. Otherwise, your scrutiny just now would have been noticed by Them, prompting an instinctive response." The voice of Earl Sanaxis arose, causing Lucien’s body to shudder.

However, Lucien’s attention was soon captured by the words of Earl Sanaxis.

Just a feather? Lucien looked at the feather, no longer than fifteen centimeters, and was reminded of the mountainous figure he had glimpsed at just moments ago.

"A Sovereign?" Lucien couldn’t help but think of some knowledge previously mentioned by Earl Sanaxis.

Earl Sanaxis didn’t utter a sound, yet the fluffy ball his body had turned into was gently shaking, seemingly reflecting the Earl’s inner restlessness.

A few seconds later, Earl Sanaxis’s movements ceased, and his voice arose again. "Remember the one-time ’decree’ I mentioned earlier? Writing it with this pen is the most ink-efficient way."

"Sanaxis, does... this pen have any other uses?" After a slight pause, Lucien asked about his confusion.

"Yes..." There seemed to be a hint of mockery in Earl Sanaxis’s tone, "It comes from a great being in the Dream World, naturally carrying some of Their authority. And its power is... wish fulfillment."

"Wish fulfillment?"

"Whatever you write, it will help you realize in some way. However, for you now, this function is more like a curse than a boon. After all, your current strength cannot bear the cost of fulfilling a wish," Earl Sanaxis scoffed.

"For example, if you write that lousy third-level Wizard to die, a possible method of realization might involve the exposure of the secret realm your elven-eared student controls, attracting a formidable presence. After dealing with you all, to save trouble, that being might also pinch that informed third-level Wizard to death. That would be in line with your written wish."

Lucien blinked. Suddenly, the pen in front of him seemed to be akin to the wish-granting lamps he had heard about in his past.

"Sanaxis, are you..." Just as Lucien was about to ask for more details, Earl Sanaxis seemed to have fallen again into an uncontrollable slumber, leaving Lucien without any further response.

"’A decree’?" Lucien picked up the feather pen and took a piece of paper from the side. He lifted the pen, but hesitated about what exactly to write.

According to Earl Sanaxis’s previous description, this type of "decree" was akin to a bug in the Dream World, capable of twisting rules at critical moments and thereby achieving goals that were otherwise impossible.

"What I need most right now is survival," Lucien was quite clear about his necessity, and he quickly knew what "decree" he wanted. He took the feather pen and wrote on the paper almost without hesitation.

Golden letters appeared on the paper, emanating a special vibration.

Once the "decree" was entirely written, the vibration completely subsided, and even the color of the letters turned from gold to ordinary black. However, if Lucien used his spiritual power to investigate, he could still feel the special vibration hidden within the "decree."

"The ink does run out quickly... But with the ’decree’ as my trump card, at least now I don’t have to worry about safety issues when attending gatherings," Lucien put away the feather pen and also exhaled a long breath.