Chapter 40

Chapter 40

After parting with Ingritt, Sonya went to the meditation building by herself and thought: "You said earlier that I can use the Torrent spirit myself?"

"Yes," the Observer walked alongside her. "You have some foundation in water-type arcane arts, don't you? I remember one of the miracles swordsmanship cores is Vibration Sword and Torrent."

"You know the specific tricks of that miracle!?"

Sonya was instantly excited. If she could grasp a miracle in swordsmanship, it would not only earn Professor Trotzam's appreciation, but also qualify her to participate in Cailleach's intercollegiate competition, directly using her own ability to break into high society -

"I don't know."

"..."

"But since you have these two spirits, you can invent that miracle yourself." The Observer spoke casually. "The wonder of sorcerers is that they can combine any number of spirits to form incredible dazzling miracles, isn't it?"

"I also asked Professor Trotzam, but even for him, it would take several months of work to create a water sword miracle based on Vibration Sword and Torrent..."

"How can he compare with you? You're the swordswoman I found."

Sonya wrinkled her nose. She wasn't a three-year-old child to believe such effortless praise - If you really think so highly of me, just tell me the miracle formula directly!

I'll remember your great kindness, and surely I'll repay you when I make it big!

Even if you die before I make it big, I'll definitely prepare a grand funeral for you!

Her eyes rolled as she tried her best to control her psychological fluctuations, and continued to ask: "So you mean you took the Substitute spirit so you could give me the Torrent spirit? You're so nice to me~"

The Observer shuddered and took a step aside, seeming somewhat hesitant as he gazed at Sonya with his dim face.

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"...Enough with the probing. I took the Substitute spirit because I needed it."

"As someone of your level, you need a Rank 1 spirit too?"

"Firstly, there are no weak spirits, only weak sorcerers - this should be a lesson every sorcerer textbook must teach."

The Observer said, "Secondly, I'm just a weakling now, even weaker than you, and I'm also in danger with my main body imprisoned. I'm not only very weak, but I've also lost some memories while awake, so I have to learn the basics of sorcerers through you."

So he was very strong before...

And he lost his memories... Was it from a miracle that erases memories?

No wonder he asked so many stupid questions - turns out he really is stupid!

But even Sonya, who didn't read much fantasy fiction, instantly pictured all kinds of 'return of the mighty' and 'fall of a legendary sorcerer' plots, and couldn't help but feel moved -

Isn't this exactly the kind of hidden gem she had been looking for!?

Although the current situation wasn't great, as long as she gave him time to grow, he would definitely become a supreme powerhouse, a towering tree that ruled a region, enjoying endless glory and wealth!

"We can talk more inside the virtual world. There's ample time in there, you can discuss anything you want. Oh right, you don't like that I can hear your thoughts, right? I've decided to accommodate your wishes."

Sonya was overjoyed. "Are you going to stop monitoring my mind?"

"No, I've decided to stop looking for you normally." The Observer shrugged. "From now on, you won't have to call out 'Observer' in your mind before going to the toilet or taking a shower. I'm not toilet paper or a towel."

"How do you know I call out your name in my mind before going to the toilet or showering?"

"That's not important!"

The Observer waved his hand. "If you have anything in the future, save it to tell me in the virtual world. I won't appear in your normal life anymore."

"If... if you don't listen to my thoughts, I still welcome you. Even if you insist on listening to my thoughts, I guess I'm almost used to it now..."

Sonya's response was hesitant and ambiguous. Undoubtedly she detested the Observer's invasion of her privacy, but because of that, she could also reveal her true nature before the Observer, without any need or way to put on a mask.

This was also why Sonya had been so happy earlier when she suspected the Observer was a split personality.

A wise existence who knew everything about her yet couldn't impact her social relations - wasn't that the ideal confidant?

"You make it sound like your daily life is so exciting that I'm clinging on desperately to see it." The Observer held his arms. "I have my own matters to handle, no time to watch a college student's campus romance everyday."

"In short, the few hours in the virtual world are our time to communicate. At other times, I won't disturb you, and won't appear even if you call me."

"What if I have something really urgent that I need to find you for?"

"Then calling me would be useless too." The Observer spread his hands helplessly. "The me who appears before you is just an illusion, I can't even pick up a single hair, I'm unable to provide any substantial assistance. If you look for me, aside from mocking you, there's nothing else I can do."

"Mocking is fine too." Sonya was adamant. "So you'll appear when I call out for you?"

"That's truly a hard request to refuse. But I am rather curious - you need me so much, is it because I'm fulfilling the fatherly love you lacked as a child?"

"Then do you want me to call you Observer Daddy?"

"Please don't, just calling me Observer is fine. Otherwise I'd have nightmares."

As they spoke, the two arrived at an individual meditation room. Sonya sat cross-legged, glanced at the Observer beside her, took out the Vibration Sword spirit, sought the Gate of Truth, and entered the virtual world.

Watching Sonya close her eyes as her consciousness connected with the distant virtual world, the Observer suddenly sighed.

How frightening...

In just two days, she actually found a way to conceal her thoughts and even deceive me...

She really lives up to being a witch bearing the title 'Death Maniac'...

Is it good or bad to let her discover her potential so early with such talent and gift...

But that's no longer something I should worry about.

The Observer shrugged and his figure disappeared from the meditation room.