Chapter 114 Return
Following Hela’s outburst, the eight spellcasters were easily suppressed by Hela and all fainted on the ground.

If Hela hadn’t held back and reduced the output of magic power, they would have been dead by now, not to mention fainting.

After all, this is the territory of the Soul School, and it is not a good idea to kill people openly.

Moreover, these people might have been sent by someone, and killing them directly might give rise to other issues.

Hela glanced at the eight spellcasters lying on the ground and cast a few more spells to deepen their coma. After making sure they wouldn’t wake up suddenly, she took out a few undead from her space bracelet and ordered them to carry all the unconscious spellcasters away.

Then, Hela put away the magic book and looked at Sophia behind her. Then, she stretched out her right hand and gently took off Sophia's black robe and hat.

Sophia lowered her head, biting her lower lip, and her face looked a little pale in Hela's eyes.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay."

When Sofia didn't answer, Hela said with a smile.

"Let's go."

Hela pulled Sophia and prepared to continue walking towards the black area.

"Ok?"

Since Hela did not pull her directly and forcefully, she did not pull Sophia despite her resistance.

She turned her head and looked at Sophia behind her, somewhat confused.

Sophia's body trembled slightly. Her teeth bit her lower lip and a trace of blood flowed out. Her right hand moved stiffly and broke free from Hela's left hand.

"what happened?"

Hela blinked and asked with concern at Sofia's growing negative energy.

"I"

Sophia took a deep breath and mustered up her courage. She raised her head, met Hela’s concerned gaze, and spoke calmly.

"You should have heard what they just said."

"Ah."

Hela nodded slightly, tilted her head, and continued.

"Any questions?"

"Do you know who I am? I think I'm a bit famous. If you ask around, you should be able to find out about me, such as my sinful blood."

Sophia whispered, her voice becoming quieter.

"I know all this."

Hela interrupted Sofia, looked at her gently, stretched out her right hand to smooth the scattered hair beside her cheek, and spoke softly.

"So? What's the point of caring about some messed up rumors, bloodline sin or something like that? I don't believe in such stupid talk. In my opinion, Sophia, you are better than many spellcasters."

Moreover, your mother is just a political victim.

Hela added in her heart.

"But everyone thinks so. Aren't you afraid?"

Sophia lowered her head, twisting her hands nervously, and she whispered.

"What's there to be afraid of? They are just a bunch of stupid or bad guys. What kind of threat can they pose?"

"If they were as righteous as they say, they wouldn't be here anymore. The vast land of the Silver Empire is where they can show their talents. There are so many injustices. Why don't they do something about it?"

Hela smiled and said casually.

Anyone who believes those bullshit rumors is either hopelessly stupid or has no ability to distinguish right from wrong.

Or they are just bad and took money to disgust Sofia.

The former might be okay as a knight, but as a spellcaster, he might not even be able to advance to the second ring.

As for the latter, Hela didn't think that there would be any fourth-ring spellcaster willing to fight her for a little reward.

They just bully the weak and fear the strong.

Moreover, Hela also has a background, and Roland is still here.

Therefore, Hela is confident and not afraid.

Sophia raised her head and looked at Hela, her eyes slightly red, and spoke in a trembling voice.

"Why? Why are you so nice to me?"

Hela blinked, scratched her head hesitantly, and said,

"Because we are friends, friends should help each other, right? Am I the only one who thinks so?"

Hearing Hela's words, Sophia's eyes sparkled with tears. She stretched out her hands, held Hela's right hand, lowered her head, and said.

"We are friends?"

"If you don't mind, yes."

"Ah."

Sofia took a few steps forward and hugged Hela, soft sobs ringing in her ears.

This scene feels a bit familiar.

Hela patted Sofia's back gently, feeling strangely familiar.

A familiar sentence also quickly came out of Hela's mouth.

"If you feel bad, just cry it out, don't suppress yourself."

After hearing what Hela said, Sophia could no longer control herself and hugged Hela tightly and burst into tears.

Hela had no experience in comforting people, so she could only observe Sophia's situation with magic and gently soothe her emotions with positive energy spells, while allowing her to vent all her accumulated negative emotions through crying.

Only after Sophia had vented her inner distress and Hela's shoulders were soaked with tears did Sophia recover.

She took a few steps back and let go of Hela embarrassedly.

Standing there, Sophia, who had regained her composure after venting her anger, felt extremely embarrassed.

She and Hela had only known each other for a few days. How could she do such things without any shame?

Sophia took a furtive glance at Hela's wet shoulder and wished she could find a crack to crawl into.

Hela did not mention Sophia's ugly behavior just now, but changed the subject as if nothing had happened.

She took Sofia's hand and said with a smile as if nothing had happened.

"Let's go."

Seeing that Hela had no intention of pursuing the matter, Sophia nodded quickly and followed Hela.

The journey back to the Black Territory was much smoother.

It didn't take a few days for Hela and Sophia to see the black spots of the black area from afar.

"It's finally almost here."

Hela looked into the distance and turned to look at Sophia as she spoke.

"After returning, do you want to?"

Looking at Sophia who put on her black robe again, Hela's words were stuck in her mouth.

Hela shook her head helplessly and stretched out her hands to Sofia.

She took off Sophia's black robe with a little force, and put it into her space bracelet.

After losing her black robe, Sophia felt a little uneasy.

She looked at Hela with pity.

Hela grabbed Sophia's wrist and pulled her directly towards the black area.

"Well, why are you wearing a black robe every day? How can so many people care about you? Everyone hates you or something, so don't make yourself so unpopular."

"No, don't be like this."

Sophia was very resistant to Hela, but as a third-ring spellcaster with only one specialty, she could not resist Hela at all.

Her magic power was restricted by Hela, and ordinary people like her were not strong enough to fight against Hela, who had the physique of a three-ring knight.

Therefore, even though Sophia resisted very much, she was still forcibly dragged away by Hela.

“Hela, don’t.”

As they got closer and closer to the black zone, Sophia became more and more anxious. While resisting Hela with all her strength, she also continued to express her dissatisfaction.

But it was of no use. Hela completely ignored her resistance and just pulled her along.

Sophia saw some spellcasters leaving the city out of the corner of her eye. She became even more anxious as she was about to meet someone. Her eyes were slightly red and her voice was filled with tears.

"Let me go, please."

"No, Sophia, don't try to hide under the black robe today. I won't let you go."

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