MM Racing Page 347
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Beo looked at Aozaki Touko with a puzzled expression.
Why did you let him go?
"Someone needs to relay the message."
Aozaki Touko dispelled the barrier, and the seven-layered magic circle gradually dissipated.
"Moreover... I obtained even more valuable intelligence."
She retrieved a letter from the dead magician's arms, quickly glanced at it, and her expression turned unusually grave.
"what happened?"
Beo leaned closer and asked.
Aozaki Touko crumpled the letter into a ball, and blue flames instantly devoured it.
Chapter 429 Cruel Laws
"My sister... has already begun to learn grandfather's magic."
Beo sensed his owner's emotional fluctuations and gently nuzzled her arm.
"Want to go back?"
"not the right time yet."
"Touko Aozaki: I need more preparation... more aces."
She looked up towards the east, her gaze seemingly piercing through mountains and rivers, and saw the ancient mansion inherited by Aozaki Aoko.
Two years later, Aozaki Touko stood in the center of the temporary workshop.
Two years of preparation were about to come to an end. She felt the surging magic within her and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.
"Beo, be quiet."
She said it without turning her head.
The golden wolf scratched at the ground irritably, its fur gleaming unnaturally in the dim workshop.
"Boring! Boring! Aozaki Touko, what happened to the promised 10 magic spells?"
"almost."
Aozaki Touko stopped what she was doing and turned to face the ancient fantasy creature.
"The barrier has been activated; someone has arrived."
Beowulf's ears immediately perked up, and his golden pupils narrowed to slits.
Let me tear them to pieces!
"Do not."
Aozaki Touko raised her hand to stop her.
"A magician capable of breaking through this level of barrier is someone I should personally meet."
Her eyes were filled with greed.
Magical Crests—something she could never inherit from her family, but could take from other magicians.
From the day her grandfather declared her a failure, she understood the cruel laws of this world.
Beo growled in dissatisfaction, but Aozaki Touko had already walked towards the workshop door.
Just as she was about to push open the door, the golden wolf suddenly transformed into a golden ray of light, bursting through the wooden door and disappearing into the dense forest.
"Damn beast!"
Aozaki Touko cursed, but she wasn't truly angry.
She knew Beo's temperament all too well; this fantasy creature that had lived for two thousand years would never obediently listen to anyone.
She sighed and gathered her thoughts.
The barrier was broken in the southeast, and Beo has already headed in that direction.
As is customary, intruders are driven to her location.
Aozaki Touko took out a rune stone from her pocket and began to set up a trap.
"Let me see what kind of little mouse dares to trespass into my territory..."
Meanwhile, deep in the dense forest.
Shiraishikawa easily passed through the numerous barriers set up by Aozaki Touko, as if those defenses, which would have been enough to shatter an ordinary magician, were as fragile as a spider web.
He was holding a transparent glass jar in his hand, inside which floated a woman's head—dark red ponytail, tightly closed eyes, and pale skin covered with tiny runes.
"Here we are."
As Shiraishi Chuan spoke softly, the head in the glass jar suddenly opened its eyes, revealing a pair of bewitching green pupils.
"Are you crazy?"
"Head—the future Aozaki Touko—said through gritted teeth."
"Bring me to this point in time, to confront my past self?"
Shiraishikawa revealed a playful smile.
"Haven't you always wanted to know how I managed to time travel? Now you see, fate is on my side."
Aozaki Touko, inside the jar, struggled to move her eyes, trying to see her surroundings clearly.
“Beo has already noticed; I can sense his presence.”
"Oh? That big golden dog?"
Shiraishikawa shrugged nonchalantly.
"Perfect timing, I also want to see the legendary Golden Wolf."
"You're going to die."
"It's Touko Aozaki," she said coldly.
"Beo is not someone you can deal with."
Shiraishikawa suddenly stopped, his smile turning sinister. 447
He opened the glass jar with one hand, and to Aozaki Touko's astonishment, grabbed her ponytail and pulled her out.
"what are you doing?!"
Aozaki Touko screamed, her head, which had been deprived of the nutrient solution, immediately felt a sharp pain.
"I have a better idea."
Shiraishikawa weighed the head in his hand.
"Since you're so worried about that wolf, why don't you deal with it yourself?"
Before Aozaki Touko could answer, Shiraishikawa suddenly threw her into the depths of the dense forest.
Her head traced an arc in the air, and Aozaki Touko's curses were torn apart by the wind.
"Damn bastard! I'll turn you into the lowest of puppets!"
Her voice grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.
Shiraishikawa clapped his hands and muttered to himself.
"Alright, now it's time to watch the show."
Ten years ago, Aozaki Touko was intently sensing the intruder's movements.
Chapter 430 Perfect Fit
Beo's presence drew ever closer, but strangely, the intruder's magical reaction suddenly vanished.
"what happened?"
She frowned, the runestone between her fingers gleaming with a dangerous light.
Just then, a violent surge of magical energy came from directly in front.
Aozaki Touko quickly raised her hand, and three dolls leaped out of the shadows, blocking her way.
"boom!"
An unidentified object smashed through her most sturdy combat doll at an astonishing speed, and continued its momentum toward the second one.
Wood chips and metal fragments flew everywhere, and Aozaki Touko's pupils suddenly contracted—this kind of destructive power was something that no ordinary magician could achieve.
The unidentified object suddenly stopped just before it was about to collide with the third doll, and rolled to the ground.
Aozaki Touko stared warily in that direction, the rune stone in her hand glowing brightly.
Something nearly round slowly rolled to the feet of her doll.
It was a woman's head.
Aozaki Touko's breath hitched.
The dark red ponytail on her head, those familiar facial features... How could this be?
To her even greater shock, the headless doll she had painstakingly crafted suddenly broke free of control and bent down to pick up the head.
The puppet's movements were so fluid that they didn't seem mechanical; rather, they resembled a living body, resting its head on its empty neck.
"Click."
With a soft click, the head and the doll fit together perfectly.
Aozaki Touko felt a chill creep up her spine—this level of puppet manipulation technique far surpassed her own.
"The craftsmanship is really rough."
A voice came from the doll's mouth, carrying obvious disdain.
Was I at this level ten years ago?
The doll moved its newly attached head, its dark red ponytail swaying with the movement.
Aozaki Touko finally saw the face clearly—without a doubt, it was herself.