The principal’s outstanding leadership earned praise from all sectors of society!
Though we all knew she had no real leadership and even hindered the Moteifei sisters from going out to cause trouble.
But since the Moteifei sisters had taken down an evil criminal organization, as their mentor, she naturally deserved the lion’s share of the credit.
Dorothy also used the momentum to thrust the Internal Affairs Department and Field Operations Department into the center of public attention, letting both departments bask in the spotlight.
The Internal Affairs Department’s logistical support and personnel backup were seen as a key contributing force in successfully dismantling that Esper criminal organization that endangered society.
Although the Internal Affairs Department and Field Operations Department had initially been dragged into the situation by the Moteifei sisters’ schemes—the Field Operations Department had only symbolically issued a search warrant, while the Internal Affairs Department had actually contributed manpower and vehicles—
In the end, when the dust settled and everyone realized they could claim a share of the credit, their reluctance naturally turned into genuine joy.
Minister Sai Wei’s position was secured.
The Internal Affairs Department also greatly boosted its reputation and presence among the public and colleagues thanks to this case.
Of course, in this massive case that shook the entire Academy City, the most dazzling and indisputable contributor was undoubtedly Lucia Xifiling.
Her boldness and ability directly earned her a promotion to fill the vacant position left by the purged traitor in the Internal Affairs Department. She officially became the captain of the Third Execution Team of the Internal Affairs Department.
“…”
But Lucia had been unhappy these past few days. Her face was colder and more ruthless than ever, covered in a layer of frost that was hard to melt.
After reassuming the role of Executive Team Leader, she did not set about building her own new team as others expected.
She seemed indifferent to forming factions. She maintained her solitary habits and had no intention of meddling in the day-to-day affairs of the Internal Affairs Department.
During the days when Caicai was unconscious, Lucia would take time every day to visit the medical room and quietly watch over her for a while.
Strangely enough, the younger sister Fuling was more seriously injured—her mana exhausted, and she had suffered backlash, damaging her spirit and entire nervous system. Logically, she should have been unconscious longer, but she actually woke up earlier.
On the other hand, Laige Caicai, who had suffered no real mental damage, remained asleep, slow to wake.
Lucia often sat beside the bed, but she wasn’t just sitting there in a daze. Instead, she used this seemingly idle time to continuously strengthen her skills in using the Phantom Gun.
Although her gaze was elsewhere, her fingers silently simulated pulling the trigger and switching magazines, over and over again, until every detail was etched into her memory.
“Click! Click! Click!”
With a raise of her hand, Lucia summoned a pure white gun.
Every part, in its most ideal and perfect form, was deeply engraved in her mind.
Then she disassembled the Pure White Gun and reassembled the parts.
The process was incredibly dull and looked like practicing draw speed, carrying an odd sense of incompatibility with magic.
But in reality, it was repeatedly tempering the instantaneous speed of constructing mana and releasing spells within her body.
As mentioned before, in the traditional circles of Mana Operators, there was a common contempt for firearms—even disdain. Using guns was considered a blasphemy against the art of magic.
At first, Lucia herself was deeply influenced by this notion and strongly rejected it.
However, after this period of hands-on practice and combat experience, she had now completely abandoned that idea. As long as it could improve her actual combat ability, that was enough.
“…”
In this situation, Fuling pretended to sleep while secretly observing Lucia’s gun magic.
Although she was unlikely to create weapons with the precision that Lucia could—that was the Commoner Heroine’s talent.
Everyone knows now where the genius of Female Lead No. 2 lies, right?
Probably only Lucia herself didn’t know it: her strength was her ultra-fine mana control, allowing her to create delicate, precise magical constructs.
Ordinary mages could only shape big fireballs, or, if stronger, condense ice spears.
Fuling could condense Magic Crystal Chips, which already showed strong mana control, but compared to Lucia, it was only entry-level.
But after Caicai woke up, Lucia never came to the ward again. Fuling had no place to secretly learn the technique.
“So boring, Fuling.”
“If you’re bored, let’s do spell combat. I’ll condense chips, you use Air Slash to attack my chips.”
“Isn’t that letting your shield adapt to my attack spells in advance? I’m losing out.”
“We’re sisters, what’s the loss? My shield protects you, you Flying Sky Noob.”
“Can you stop calling me that? Blood-spitting Little Void.”
The two sickbed sisters spent most of their time bickering and sparring, unfolding Little Void Shields and Little Air Slashes in the air above the ward. They never missed any opportunity to boost their combat power.
They could always find an excuse to start practice—sometimes over the ownership of a piece of fruit, sometimes arguing about a plot in a TV series. But it would always turn into a small magical spar.
Small-scale yet fierce mana clashes gently rippled through the air, like a game mixed with a bit of serious competition.
“Hmm…”
“Is something wrong?”
“Nothing.”
After many days of sparring and actual combat drills, Fuling fell into deep thought.
She repeatedly replayed every detail of their exchanges, and a question grew clearer in her mind: Older sister’s actual combat power was completely different from the settings she knew from the game.
She remembered clearly that the original novel described Caicai’s Air Blade as thin as a toothpick, with attack power at most like a sharp flying blade—light and lacking lethal threat. In short, she could only bully weaklings.
But now, truly feeling the Air Slash cutting through the air, all previous understanding was instantly overturned.
It was no lightweight toothpick or blade. The screeching tear through the air, the pressure bearing down on her, the overwhelming edge, all far exceeded her imagination.
This was simply the most brutal and terrifying killing magic she had ever seen, completely opposite to the description of Caicai in the original novel.
Older sister trained harder than anyone when learning magic. Her casting speed and burst speed were unmatched.
This outstanding performance came not only from her hard work but was also inseparable from her top-tier magical talent.
This made Fuling suspect: Could older sister also be a Transmigrator like me?
‘Hey, hey, isn’t it a little too late to start doubting now?’