CHAPTER 635: CHAPTER 632 SHEESTA BAPROL

"Thank you, Sheesta...Baprol?"

Patricia was still scrutinizing the young girl when the investigator Orport beside her blurted out the identity of the person before them.

And after that name was called.

Both Patricia and the two investigators were stunned—this included Orport, who had called out the name and then looked astonished.

In fact, Orport did not recognize the girl before him.

However, his spell contained a function to investigate names, and it was also a capability he relied on heavily as an investigator.

Then, after Orport called out her name.

The girl standing in front of the three people spoke with some annoyance:

"You truly have no manners!"

"When you call someone by their full name, you should include their middle name as well—Shesta Villandet Baprol, that is my name!"

"..."

"Baprol...?"

In the silent air, Orport swallowed his saliva and spoke.

He didn’t even need to verbalize the rest of his inquiry, as merely uttering that surname made everyone present instantly grasp his meaning.

—You.

—What’s your relationship with Baprol?

Then the girl across from him looked even more displeased:

"You have the nerve to ask me?"

"My father mysteriously vanished in this city a few months ago. Is it not you people who plotted against him in secret?"

After hurling two questions at Orport, the girl’s gaze returned to Patricia. She seemed completely unruffled by the recent attack and, instead, appeared to take quite a liking to Patricia:

"I say—you and that Ronald, aren’t you very close?"

"In letters written by my father, he said that he and Ronald were the rarest of good friends. Nicholas, the two of us might get along very well too!"

"..."

Patricia, being a normal person.

Clearly could not understand Shesta’s level of thought processes.

But through the dialogue between Shesta and Orport, Patricia still grasped something—the girl before her was the daughter of the heretical magician leader Baprol!

"Heretical magician..."

She muttered the other’s identity under her breath.

Patricia’s grip on the hilt of her sword moved again.

And this time, unlike the previous attack that cut open the opponent’s cloak, Patricia drew her sword three times in succession, switching her aim from testing to killing!

Ding ding dang—

The instant Patricia made her move.

Sheesta exhibited an unbelievable reaction speed and judgment.

Even though she couldn’t see the direction or position of the sword strikes, she immediately leaped into the air, blocking the tricky angles of the three consecutive attacks with her bracers while suspended in midair.

Her body inevitably moved backward, and Sheesta glanced at her arm.

Another three attacks were absorbed.

The once metal-colored bracers were now exuding a cold blue light.

This was a sign that the magic armament was nearing its limit.

The Nicholas family’s Cold Strike Blade bore incredibly covert yet significantly powerful frost magic. If one wasn’t cautious against this seemingly unremarkable longsword, being struck would almost guarantee defeat.

If she had to fight with a swordsman like Patricia afterward, the bracers in such condition wouldn’t last long in aiding her.

Thus Sheesta had a spark of inspiration.

She tore off a paper strip carved with an array and directly stuck it onto the surface of the bracer.

Sizzling—

The paper strip was activated by magic power, immediately emitting a high heat that dissolved the icy blue on the bracer.

Shesta’s emerald eyes revealed a self-satisfied skepticism:

"I really am a genius..."

Crack—

Crack Crack Crack—

Almost the next second, a series of cracking sounds came from her wrist guard.

Shesta’s smile immediately froze.

The Magic Power of the Cold Strike Blade had indeed been dealt with, but under the impact of alternating hot and cold Magic Power, her wrist guard also disintegrated due to the rapid thermal expansion and contraction, clearly losing its effectiveness as armor.

A near-tearful expression emerged on Shesta’s face:

"I... shouldn’t have ended up like this..."

Patricia and the two others witnessed Shesta’s reaction.

Faced with the girl’s response, the three had different thoughts.

But they all agreed on one thing—this girl definitely had a screw loose!

In such an environment, it was Patricia, who had the most concealed attack method, that stepped forward to close the distance with Shesta, her hand once again gripping the hilt of the Cold Strike Blade.

Swoosh—

This time, Patricia only struck once.

But the speed of the sword’s emergence and the augmented Magic Power in this blow far surpassed any of her previous moves.

The expression on Shesta’s face, standing opposite, changed in an instant.

She sensed the incoming attack, but couldn’t react in time.

Because as soon as she realized this, the cold blade had already pierced her heart!

—The two investigators behind also saw the effectiveness of this strike.

From chest to back, a penetrative injury emanating cold Magic Power appeared where Shesta’s heart was. As a Nicholas, Patricia once again proved the strength of this surname with her capabilities.

But if Ronald had been here...

His views would likely have been completely different.

After all, in front of Ronald, that heretical Magician had proven her terrifying vitality time and again—assuredly, if the father possessed such ability, the daughter was unlikely to be far behind.

"Ha—"

Following that, a scene that surprised the three from the port unfolded.

Shesta, whose heart was confirmed to have been pierced, suddenly bent over, exhaling almost as if to squeeze all the air out of her lungs.

Along with her movement,

Magic Fluctuation spread around this fatally wounded girl.

The next moment, Shesta’s body slowly became transparent, and she herself looked at Patricia with a smile:

"I know this one, it’s called ’a love-hate relationship,’ right?"

"It looks like we can definitely become friends."

Swoosh—

As Shesta finished speaking, Patricia didn’t seem inclined to respond.

The girl surnamed Nicholas continued her attack in silence, intending to use the sword in her hand as an argument, which was her usual approach to enemies.

However, the outcome was not as expected.

When her sword struck the enemy this time,

It felt as if it had encountered nothing at all, passing directly through Shesta’s ghostly figure.

Phasing? Spatial transfer? Or some other secret Spell?

In the midst of the battle, Patricia analyzed Shesta’s abilities in her mind, her hand poised on the hilt, ready to strike. Her sharp gaze remained fixed on her opponent without the slightest deviation.

"..."

It was at this moment that the ghostly Shesta showed a pleasing smile towards Patricia. Clearly in the midst of a battle, Shesta appeared completely oblivious and asked:

"Friend, can we discuss something?"

"Could you pay me back for the cloak you ruined later on?"

"Train tickets to Springs are just too expensive, and I need to buy materials to make another wrist guard. I really don’t have much money left on me."