Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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"Uh... ah..."

Sonik's body made a cracking sound as his bones broke, and his throat kept gushing out murky bubbles as if air was leaking out. Then, his legs suddenly kicked out and fell limply to the ground.

He is not dead.

Artemis sensed the last vestige of life hanging on Thornik by the life magic and nodded slightly. She did not intend to let him die like this, but planned to hang him in front of the statue of the goddess of magic, and make his crimes public with words carved on the ground, so that he would remain hanging there until his last bit of will died of shame and indignation under the scorn of the people.

That was the judgment, but it wasn't her judgment anymore.

She turned around and looked through the door she had smashed when she stormed in at the towering statue of the goddess of magic outside the temple. The afternoon sun shone on the bronze surface of the statue, making it look rather mysterious and imposing.

This statue of the goddess of magic was not built by the church of the goddess, but rather placed in front of the apprentices' hall by Sonik to make his existence more authoritative.

Artemis learned from the interrogation that Sonik was once a priest of the Church of the Goddess. After a period of asceticism, he could not bear the monotony of asceticism and began to live in the secular world. Gradually, he was corrupted by these desires.

After that, he used the name of the goddess priest to swindle and deceive people. He was lucky enough to not be discovered by the real believers of the goddess. To this day, he has become very powerful in Daoguan Town, and even the town mayor is supporting him.

What could possibly be the reason that such a person would receive such noble praise and remain undiscovered by the Church of the Goddess for so many years?

The half-elf frowned slightly, sensing that there seemed to be a deeper game at play, rather than simply corruption occurring in this town.

"The capital and the nobility form one faction, while the leaders of these villages and towns form another? No, we previously speculated about the Black Hats as well. What is the Black Hats' relationship with the capital? And the Goddess Church—it seems they haven't yet entered the fray..."

Then she thought of Lady Oriana, who called herself the "Teacup Faction," and the Mage Guild, which seemed to be another neutral force.

"I should go back and ask my older brother about these things. It's all his fault; he calls me 'idiot' all the time, and now my brain really isn't working properly."

Artemis rubbed her temples helplessly, feeling that doing things involving fighting and killing was more suitable for her.

"No, wait, how did I get led astray by Miss Kurosawa? I need to maintain my image in front of my older brother... I still need to take good care of the whole family!"

She shook her head and began to ponder the information Sonik had revealed about Latis.

According to him, he was completely unaware of Latis's true identity, or perhaps those in Daoguan Town who had oppressed Latis were simply acting on a mission, and the source of this mission, according to Sonik, was a nobleman from out of town.

According to the secret letter that Artemis had seen, the Dragonhorn Lord had been trying to activate Latis's Titan bloodline. At the same time, he had also collected many races of creatures with different constitutions, seemingly for some kind of ritual magic of unknown efficacy.

All of this was clearly not something a mid-level mage lord with only a superficial understanding of magic could accomplish, so Artemis had reason to believe that there must be a force behind it all acting as a go-between for him.

However, there was some noteworthy information in Sonik's words. Based on his years of experience in receiving magic apprentices, he found that the apprentices' reverence for the goddess was waning. Perhaps it was because the capital had been spreading the legend that Queen Whiteley's favor would bring all sorts of magical benefits, and the apprentices were gradually beginning to worship Lundia and Queen Whiteley.

In other words, in their minds, monarchical power had gradually risen to the level of divine authority.

Sonik's keen perception, stemming from the former priestess of the goddess, merely added another argument to the potential power struggle for Atelius, without affecting her subsequent actions.

However, she still vaguely sensed that the persecution of Latis seemed to have brought to light many undercurrents within the Kingdom of Norard, a feeling that they had not noticed when they went to Lundia.

"Could it be that my brother and I were merely caught in the crossfire of this power struggle...? If so, I must settle this score. I will make my brother pay for every single hardship he has endured!"

Ateliers's eyes darkened slightly as she recalled her impromptu statement to Orianna that she was a "Latissist." A slight smile crept onto her lips; now she truly wished to be a "Latissist."

Just as she was about to hang Sonik outside, a commotion suddenly came from outside the hall. She turned around and saw a middle-aged woman in a robe landing on the ground. Judging from the apprentices' calls, she seemed to be the apprentice guide from Daoguan Town.

She thought for a moment, clapped her hands to disperse the vines inside the house, and stepped outside.

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"Your Excellency, the extradition officer!"

"Your Excellency, the extradition officer, you've finally arrived!"

The apprentices' boisterous welcome made extradition agent Melmeister Meccot frown. Although she had extradited five waves of apprentices in the first two quarters and spent the rest of the time slacking off, this was still far beyond the workload she had expected.

"Being an extradition officer appointed by the capital is truly a tough job. I really don't know how that acting extradition officer named Mitu manages to work non-stop. It's true that commoners are as easy to work as donkeys..."

As Melmeister thought of this, a proud smile involuntarily appeared on her lips. As a female noblewoman who was one in a million, she looked down on commoners like Mitu. Even if there were rumors that Mitu had connections with the Church of Goddess, for an independent woman of the new era like her, outdated theological backing was no match for an upper-class social status recognized by the capital.

Moreover, she was the only woman to pass the Queen's Academy graduation test with a perfect score two years ago. Although there were many male students who also got perfect scores at the time, she believed that they got perfect scores because their abilities were only at the maximum level, while she got perfect scores because the highest possible score for the graduation test was perfect.

Subsequent events proved that Melmeister was indeed destined for greatness. With her perfect score, she quickly rose to prominence in the aristocratic circles of the capital, while her classmates were still slowly building connections at the bottom of the aristocratic hierarchy.

Unfortunately, her good fortune was short-lived. Just as she was about to request a higher title and more power from Her Majesty the Queen, the Queen refused her request on the grounds that she was not yet qualified and had not yet made any contributions to the kingdom.

Melmeister was immediately shocked by this unexpected turn of events. Did a noble promotion really require going to the outer territories for practical experience? Wasn't it enough to simply drink tea and dance in the noble circles, conduct some thrilling tests and transactions, and then casually celebrate having accomplished a great feat?

Although she knew that the majors were divided into "governance", "internal affairs" and "diplomacy" when she was in the academy, she always thought that as long as she chose "internal affairs", she would not need to consider the content of other subjects.

Unexpectedly, Her Majesty the Queen actually asked her, a noblewoman who knew nothing about local governance, to go to the countryside to understand the basic needs of ordinary people? Why should the development of the capital city take into account the needs of ordinary people in the countryside? This is blatant sexism and suppression!

She harbored resentment towards the aristocracy, cursing their malice towards her while choosing the easiest job of apprenticeship guide among all tasks.

The noble circle originally expected her to use her excellent understanding of "internal affairs" to help local lords develop plans that conformed to the general direction of the capital's policies. However, she was only thinking about returning to the capital after her term expired to show everyone what she was capable of, and she completely ignored the noble circle's expectations of her abilities.

The job of guiding apprentices is indeed very free. After all, the apprentices who are directly served have no way to complain about her. Even if she takes twenty days off every month, the apprentices will still come to the town from various villages to gather. They are simply being exploited by the greedy priests while waiting for her, which has nothing to do with her, a noble noblewoman from the capital.

"Alright, tell them to get ready and leave."

Melmeister frowned and spoke to the foreman in charge of the apprentices for the time being. She shook her head, cast a wide-area "silence" spell on all the apprentices, and then continued to ask:

"How many people are there this month? Are there any children of local nobles? After this job, I'm not doing this anymore in the fall and winter."

"Sir, there's no need to be in such a hurry..." the steward said with a wry smile.

"There's still more than a week until the change of seasons. There might still be apprentices who haven't made it yet. If they miss this extradition, they'll have to wait until next year to start again."

"The lowly commoners should go back to farming. Isn't it their problem if they didn't make it? What does it have to do with me?"

Melmeister said with disgust:

"It is an honor for nobles like me, who are born to stand in the spotlight, to spend my precious time taking them to Lundia."

"Alright... My lord, also, with autumn and winter approaching, monsters are becoming more active. Please keep a close eye on the team; the casualty rate during previous extraditions has been quite high..."

"Do you expect me to be a babysitter for these apprentices?"

Melmeister interrupted the steward's request and directly challenged him, saying:

"Let me tell you, noblewomen are not born to be your slaves. This is a degrading objectification of my noble character. What gives you the right to make demands of me? Do you think even a lowly steward like you can lecture me?"

The steward, looking utterly frustrated, shut his mouth. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath, his face flushed, pointed to the apprentice hall, and said:

"My lord, one last thing. It seems something has happened to Father Sonik. I've been hearing a crackling noise."

"Baron Sonik?"

Melmeister frowned. Although she loathed the pot-bellied priest, she was forced to express her concern because Sonik wielded far more influence in Dragonhorn than she did, even though she inwardly cursed the situation.

"What's up with him?"

"He..." The manager was about to speak when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from not far away.

Melmeister looked up at the tall, slender figure standing at the entrance of the hall. In the shadow of the hood, she seemed to see a pair of azure eyes, with a faint hint of murderous intent lingering within them, which made Melmeister tremble involuntarily.

"man?"

Melmeister snapped out of her daze, gave a cold laugh, and subconsciously ignored the slight tremor in her body. Her body shuddered, and a surge of magical power instantly burst forth from her.

"I, Melmeister, will trample all men under my feet!"

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For Melmeister, who scored full marks on her "Housekeeping" graduation exam, there was no one she could compare to. This sense of superiority made her feel that she was born to be above all commoners, and even the noble circles of the capital were nothing more than beings she could easily manipulate as easily as conquering those test questions.

However, this great noblewoman, destined to leave her mark on human history, is now forced by various powerful forces to come to this remote and impoverished area to carry out extradition work with these helpless apprentices.

Melmeister looked into the calm blue eyes hidden in the shadow of the hood, and a sudden surge of nameless anger welled up inside her.

"You dare ignore me? You lowly villagers, do you even dare to look at my noble body with your dog eyes? Ha, everyone is staring and silently judging. Who gave you the right to define me?!"

A strong surge of magical energy emanated from her body. The magical runes in "Internal Affairs," which combined aristocratic combat and etiquette, instantly formed in her magical network link. Melmeister saw the hint of curiosity that emerged in Arterifus's blue eyes, and her anger was even more uncontrollable. However, in a short time, this anger transformed into full of mockery.

"This is a combat spell that surpasses perfection, reappearing before the world after so many years. Feel honored, man with the tattered hood? Behold what the most dazzling existence in the mage world truly is!"

Melmeister recalled the shocked and frustrated expressions on the faces of her classmates when she displayed her true strength in the spell test, which made her smile with a hint of smugness and disdain.

"Seven-Colored Flame Strike Technique!"

A dazzling array of multicolored sparks instantly appeared above Ateliers' head in an extremely luxurious manner. Amidst the intense magical fluctuations, Melmeister took a step forward to better control the infusion of magic and to see the hooded man's actions. However, just as she was about to lift her foot, she seemed to sense something was amiss.

"Ok?"

She tugged at her foot and subconsciously looked down. At that moment, she suddenly felt dizzy and her body began to tumble uncontrollably.

Swish!

A solid and powerful life force collided with her magic. Then, the magic she had always been proud of instantly dissipated. In the face of that solid and powerful life force, her magic was like a fortress made of loose sand, which was only superficial and vanished in an instant!

"Ahhh!"

Melmeister screamed instinctively, all thoughts of glory, power, and noble character instantly forgotten. The magic network connection also broke in her chaotic consciousness. In her daze, she only saw a pair of old boots fall in front of her before her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

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Artemis looked at Melmeister, who was hanging upside down with her ankles entangled in vines, and was about to ask her why she attacked her when she fell into deep thought because of Melmeister's fainting spell.

"Is this the extradition officer?"

She glanced uncertainly at the dumbfounded manager beside her. The manager swallowed hard, nodded repeatedly, and replied in a low voice:

"She is the extradition agent for the western region of Dragonhorn Territory, named Melmeister Meccot, a newly promoted viscount two years ago, and a shining star of the kingdom's future."

"Oh……"

Artemis remained silent for a moment, then placed Melmeister on the ground. She still held a certain respect for the guides who worked day and night to bring talent from all over the world to Lundia.

However, judging from this, the newly appointed nobles of the kingdom are indeed of mediocre quality; it would be better to let their elder brother take the position.

"Let's put that aside for now, there's something else..."

Halfway through her speech, she suddenly sensed the lingering silence spell fluctuations on the apprentices. Puzzled, she touched her chin, flipped through her spellbook, and cast a "dispel magic" spell at them.

Amidst the sudden uproar, Ateliers flicked her finger, causing vines to drag the infant-like sleeping Sonik out of the Apprentice Hall. She then shook out leaves from her pocket and began to inscribe his crimes before everyone's eyes.

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“I am… a noblewoman…”

Melmeister was talking in her sleep when her face suddenly scrunched up. Then she opened her eyes wide and looked dazed for two seconds.

Amidst the hazy memories and the cacophony around her, she instinctively showed a look of terror, her body snapped straight up, rolled twice, and stood up from the ground.

"What...what's going on?"