Chapter 64: Senior, I Have a Gift for You

Sid was caught off guard and staggered backward from the punch, feeling a warm trickle of blood flow down his nose.

Looking up in shock, he saw a figure that had no business being here.

"Byron? Why haven’t you left the tower?"

"Byron?" Even Kongsha was surprised. She stepped down from the teleportation platform and subtly kicked the fallen Saul.

"Hmm." Byron merely nodded in response to their questioning gazes.

Alright, asking him was pointless.

Sid instantly realized he was being ambushed from both sides—escaping was no longer an option.

This man was ruthless to others and to himself.

Without hesitation, he raised the sculpture in his hand and smashed it hard against the wall.

Byron and Kongsha stared at the sculpture, their expressions changing drastically.

The fragile elf sculpture shattered upon impact, splitting into two halves.

The head rolled off, spinning to the side.

The sculpture was only about an inch thick and hollow inside—empty.

Yet it didn’t feel entirely empty.

As the sculpture broke, the morgue fell into complete silence.

"You... really are insane!" Even Kongsha lost her usual seductive demeanor and glared at Sid with venom.

"Hmm? Hm!!!" Byron finally realized what Sid had been holding, his brows furrowing deeply.

The hand gripping the remaining half of the sculpture aged in an instant, turning into the withered claw of an old man in his eighties or nineties.

He hunched over, his chest heaving as his eyes flickered between Kongsha and Byron.

"When you tried to ambush me, I knew there was no making peace today. Since that's the case, we all go down together!"

Sid raised the sculpture and stepped toward Kongsha.

Kongsha’s eyes darted around, and in the end, she deliberately stepped aside—exposing Saul behind her.

Sid was like a walking bomb, forcing two powerful second-level apprentices into a dilemma.

Byron moved forward, but Sid immediately raised the sculpture again, making Byron step back.

Sid forced them into constant repositioning until, eventually, he found himself standing next to Saul, while Kongsha and Byron were by the door.

"You think you can escape?" After a long silence, Kongsha finally spoke. "With the elf sculpture’s power leaking, none of us can use our mental forms, but even if you don’t move, you’ll eventually fall into an illusion. Then, we’ll kill you easily."

"Sorry," Sid sneered, "but my family has a knight’s legacy. Without witchcraft, you can’t stop me! Stay back!"

He barked at Byron again, forcing him to halt.

Sid looked disheveled, his face covered in blood, and his stomach gaping with an icy hole.

But he felt triumphant. This was the first time he had managed to intimidate two powerful opponents.

Carefully watching them, he slowly crouched beside Saul.

The little servant lay motionless—presumably dead.

Sid reached out and pressed against the boy’s neck, feeling for a pulse.

Nothing.

He was really dead!

"Grandfather," Sid called out wildly in his mind. "Look! Look! I am the true hope of our family! The Dairy of a Dead Wizard that you’ve searched for so long is about to be mine! Hahaha!"

Byron noticed Sid’s twisted expression and moved forward again.

"Don’t move!"

Despite his excitement, Sid remained vigilant. The moment Byron made a move, he threatened him once more.

"If you step closer, I’ll drag you into an illusion. Do you really think Kongsha won’t take the chance to kill you while you're trapped?"

Before Sid could finish his sentence, something suddenly rammed into his wounded stomach, sending a jolt of agony through him.

Instinctively, he looked down—only to see Saul, who had previously been motionless, now awake and shoving something into his gut.

"Senior!" Saul grinned, his mouth and teeth blackened, and his left hand shoved a fist-sized, palm-length object deeper into Sid’s wound. "Here’s a gift for you!"

Sid howled in pain and rage, swinging his fist at Saul.

Saul raised his left arm to block, but he was still sent flying by the blow.

Despite being thrown back, Saul’s face lit up in delight.

He turned his head and shouted at Kongsha and Byron, "Get down!"

Sid frantically clawed at his stomach, trying to pull the object out—but it was wedged tightly in the ice-bound wound…

"Boom!!!"

There was no massive explosion, not even a particularly loud bang—the detonation was oddly muffled.

Saul's heart skipped a beat.

"Damn it, did Keli sell me a defective grenade?"

He hit the ground hard but strained his neck to see Sid.

Upon witnessing the scene before him, Saul finally exhaled in relief.

The grenade—no, the iron-and-fire blast—was not explosive but focused. It directed its full force against its target.

Sid was torn in half.

His upper and lower body were impaled from the inside out with metal fragments.

"This iron-and-fire stuff is amazing… Definitely worthy of being a witchcraft tool!"

Not a single shard was wasted—Sid looked like he had fallen into a bed of iron cacti.

His mouth opened, blood and iron dust spilling onto the ground with a crisp sound.

Sid had never imagined that after holding two second-level apprentices at bay, he would be taken down by a mere servant.

"How… are you… not cursed…?"

That was the last thing he could not understand.

But Saul merely backed away in silence, offering no explanation.

Sid hit the ground with a heavy thud, his lifeless eyes still locked on Saul.

Suddenly, a thick, leather-bound book appeared in front of him—not far, just within reach.

Sid’s eyes widened.

Kongsha? Byron? Saul? The Wizard Tower? His grandfather?

None of that mattered anymore.

All he saw was that book—that red-covered, hardbound book!

"Mine!" He mouthed the word silently and reached out.

But his fingers grasped nothing but air.

His hand passed through the book again and again before finally falling limp.

Saul watched in confusion.

Sid seemed to be grabbing at something invisible, offering no final struggle or last words.

Nervously, Saul glanced at his left shoulder.

The diary still hovered there, silent and undisturbed.

No problem.

Saul got to his feet and spat out the foul black blood in his mouth. "Pah! Kongsha, Byron, he’s definitely dead, right?"

Byron was the first to step forward, inspecting the corpse carefully before confirming, "Yeah."

Kongsha didn’t immediately move. Instead, she carefully collected the shattered remains of the elf sculpture, sealing them in a small box.

Only then did she finally exhale in relief, her eerie eyes returning to normal.

"There's an easy way to be sure." Kongsha approached and casually picked up a saw from the operating table, tossing it to Saul. "Cut off his head. If he’s not dead, he will be."

Saul was quite practiced in this, and Byron wasn’t a stranger to it either.

The grating sound of the saw filled the air, accompanied by the spray of blood.

Saul packed Sid’s head into a box, wrapped it in pale yellow leather, and handed it to Kongsha.

Taking the box, Kongsha let out a long breath. "This works better. You were the one who killed Sid. That makes your self-defense claim even stronger."

One of her floating eyes turned toward Saul, and she suddenly smirked.

"But now I’m really curious… Why was Sid so desperate to kill you?"

Saul had already prepared an answer.

"A few months ago, when I was still a servant, I caught Sid stealing from the library. He attacked me back then—I was badly injured but survived. Since then, he kept trying to kill me to silence me."

He had once considered tying Kongsha to himself using the secret of her stolen brains, but she had quickly sensed his deception and threatened him in return.

Now that Sid had risked everything to eliminate him, she was suspicious again.

So Saul decided to mix truth with lies.

Everything he said was verifiable—except for the Diary of Dead Wizard, which only he could see.

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