Alice couldn't withstand whatever happened right in front of her sight. It was torture to her while look at someone repeatedly electrified by some low cast magic skill.

It was an act of abuse, but a man tapped on her shoulder from behind and withheld her anger. Suggesting she must compel and wait a while longer before her mother arrive.

"What do you think you're doing right now?" Alice whispered.

"Right now, Ms. Cynthia's identity has been exposed. I can't afford to expose your identity as well."

Walker was the one who created the strain on Cynthia's body. The man who contacted TatSuet before he handed over Cynthia to them. TatSuet worried that Walker couldn't hold his anger after witnessing the cruelty displayed by these heresy cults. Assigning her daughter to avoid any unnecessary dispute, it turned out Walker was the one who remained sane after viewing such obscenity.

"She will die from that lowly spell if that madman continuing cast his grimoire. Before, I'd heard from my mother that you can lock any spell, including our mastery spells. Why do you insist on waiting for my mother to arrive instead of stopping this madness?!" said Alice. Questioned him as she suspected his calm in this situation.

"As I said, my priority was your safety. I was assigned only to observe and report for whatever happened to Ms. Cynthia…."

Alice intentionally raises her inner aura before Walker can explain it adequately to her. An attempt to provoke and attract the attention of Markcheal, hoping to stop even for a short amount of time to allow Cynthia had room to breathe from this torture. At the same time, Walker's arms got twisted due to the small blast emitted through her body.

Within that one to two seconds of emission, Alice barely caught Markcheal attention. His emotion swayed to his excitement, watching Cynthia enduring the pain from the dark grimoire magic cast by himself. Walker didn't hesitate to put down Alice's intention by reverting her energy to become his natural source of magic, locking Alice's mana entirely.

It was annoying yet terrifying as his skill doesn't rely on his capabilities to allow himself to shut down his enemy. He could lock down any opponent, any power if it is as long as within a single cast from his opponent.

"I will report to my mother regarding your action today!!" Alice gives a stern warning to Walker. It looked loud in her audible voice but still not hearable by anyone nearby who had their attention drawn to Cynthia's groaning voices.

"Please stay calm. Look at the aura emitted through her body," Walker tried to bring some sense to Alice, telling her to look closely at the aura burst from Cynthia's body.

It was some unique aura flow that filled the surrounding of Cynthia's body. Not anyone could ever see that except those who hold a higher rank or higher capability in appraising the amount of mana stored in a single individual body.

Rather than unique, Cynthia has emitted both opposition elements simultaneously. The light part was clashing against the dark particle and pushing away toward each other and defending herself by heedlessly creating a barrier to sustain the shock from receiving severe damage to her body.

"I don't know what the cause makes her body react in this way. But it seems like she had toppled herself inside the self-sustaining barrier while fighting against another enemy that is barely visible in our view," said Walker. He explained his speculation to Alice, suspecting as if there was someone who tried to subjugate Cynthia during her weakened state.

"It was her cursed energy! I don't think anyone in this hall would live to see the sunlight tomorrow if 'she' conquered Cynthia's awareness," Alice says while cooling her head down. Yet, her heart can't rest at ease after studying Cynthia's condition.

"How much longer does Madam Sue need to take to arrive here?" Walker seems to have struck himself with anxiety after learning the answer from Alice.

Alice couldn't give her answer straight away. She didn't get to know whatever her mother and her other two aunts had planned who came to visit this late evening. She can't imagine what the worst will become if Cynthia's alter ego materializes. Worst case scenario, the whole party that gathered here will ultimately sacrifice their life after witnessing such a magnificent event in their life.

"You are too noisy, cutie pie. I still haven't started yet. Why are you moaning like you couldn't wait any longer?" said Markcheal while secretly flipping his grimoire beneath his robe.

"Psy…chopath…."

"No, I am the guidance sent from above. Today I shall punish the very devil who hides inside your body, giving you another chance at life. Now, shall we start over again?"

Markcheal didn't budge even the slightest while conducting his so-called punishment on Cynthia. With the strain bound by Walker and her weakened state after consuming the tranquilizer by her alter ego, she was powerless against these covert spells.

This time, Cynthia couldn't shout out her voice anymore. It felt like she had her voice muted. The expression of the pain permeated every pore of her body as it began to take its toll. The conductive were getting higher and higher each time Markcheal increased the word of witchcraft from his grimoire.

"I can see you are getting excited and want more of it. How was it? Shall I get you a proper wattage this time?" Markcheal asked. His psychopathic behavior rushed up when he saw Cynthia tweaked due to the intensified electricity shock.

Cynthia had no other remaining energy left to speak nor react to whatever Markcheal wished from her. The only thing that kept bothering her intuition was her alter ego, attacking her self-awareness and retaliating against the barrier that constrained her.

"I'll allow you to take over my body," said Cynthia in her depth of mind. Acknowledging her alter ego's demand is the final resort in escaping this near-death situation.

Finally!! By the grace of your mother, you've come to your senses!

"But with one condition ahead before we switch our soul," Cynthia added. After taking over her physical body, she doesn't want to see any unredeemed bloodshed in her killing spree.

Tell me, my dear sister, by the name given by your father. I, NANAMI, shall heed to any of your insistence for your body to become my possession!!