The team is full of girls who are single until retirement based on their strength

The strange black bird knocked on Omira's window. It couldn't force its way in as it would set off the academy's barrier alarm and attract the attention of high-level professionals in the school.

There are more than one legendary professionals in the academy. If it is exposed, it will die miserably.

Omira never slept peacefully at night, even in one of the safest places in the world, because of her previous life. She quickly got up from the bed in her pajamas, went to the window and opened it. The strange bird quickly flew in, and the white-haired girl immediately closed the window. There were always teachers patrolling the school at night to avoid the risk of being discovered as much as possible.

"You smell like the spirit world. Have you done something you shouldn't have done?" A human male voice came from the belly of the strange black bird. It opened its wings, revealing a strange and deformed place.

There is a strange blood-red eye growing on the belly of the strange bird, emitting a strange magical light.

As the light shone on Omira's body, a circle of black and red magic runes appeared on her neck and a painful expression appeared on her face.

"Today, when I was learning prophecy magic, I accidentally increased my inspiration, and I was contaminated by the aura at that time." Omira explained while enduring the pain. Her whole body felt as if it was pierced by steel needles. From the area around the magic runes, her flesh and blood gradually changed into the shape of stone.

This was just a made-up excuse. If the strange bird in front of him knew that he had been divined by an elven astrologer who might be at the Emerald Level today, it would probably punish him more severely, because that would allow the astrologer to find more members of the cult.

She has no loyalty to the cult, and if it weren't for the rune around her neck, she would have betrayed it at any time.

The blood-red light in the monster's eyes continued for a while, until Omira, who was half-kneeling on the ground, could no longer bear the pain and crawled on the ground. The red light finally subsided, and the flesh and blood that had turned into stone gradually recovered.

"The plan has changed." A voice came from the belly of the strange bird: "The plan to rescue the [Magic Swordsman] Trevor needs to be advanced. Now is the best time."

It spoke to itself, not caring whether Omira, who was curled up in pain, could hear it.

"The Holy Church has given you the corresponding props and materials. Your task is to complete the corresponding magic rituals in Phoenix University of Magic and cause a riot."

"Complete the ritual before noon tomorrow, and organize the information you have collected during this period." It combed its feathers, and the blood-red eyes on its belly kept opening and closing: "Work hard, as long as tomorrow's ritual goes well, it is not impossible to remove the runes on your body and promote you to a cadre of the cult."

Painting, even pie can be painted. This thought flashed through Omira's mind, and she struggled to get up and nodded to show that she understood.

The strange black bird nodded, and the strange red eyeballs on its belly sank outwards, and suddenly fell down, and the red color faded and turned into the shape of stone.

The strange bird's throat deformed strangely, as if something was about to come out of its throat.

"Ugh~" Following a vomiting sound, various magic materials were vomited out along with disgusting mucus, including roots with human face patterns, bugs that looked like gems, strange mushrooms with legs, seeds of man-eating plants, and a stone sculpture of a female head with closed eyes.

"It was supposed to be my breakfast tomorrow." The strange bird continued, "But it seems that I have to give up the delicious mushroom soup. You must seize the opportunity, O'Mira."

"...Yes." With most of her flesh and blood returning, Omira was finally able to answer.

"If you encounter difficulties in setting up the ritual, this eyeball can emit a golden petrification magic, which can at least control a golden teacher for a few seconds. You can make good use of it. As long as you complete the ritual, you can withdraw from here, and then someone from the cult will come to pick you up."

Omira opened the window, and the strange black bird flapped its wings and disappeared into the dark night sky.

The bird was a pet of a high-ranking member of the cult. According to Omira's guess, it was most likely a pet of one of the ten black fingers. She had seen even an emerald-rank cadre in the cult being scolded by the man's voice in the belly of the black strange bird. The only people who could have such status were the black fingers and the two highest-ranking members of the cult.

It was still late, and Omira suppressed her nausea and collected the disgusting pile of magic materials.

I have to save myself, Omira thought silently. She washed the slime off the pile of magic materials with water, picked up the eyeball that had turned into stone, and thought about what to do tomorrow.

The cult is just a pile of shit. Omira has a clear understanding of this, and what's even more disgusting is that even if she knows it's a pile of shit, she has to eat it because of the damn magic rune on her neck. As long as the other party of the contract has a thought, she will die at any time and turn into a cold stone sculpture.

In the Phoenix University of Magic, where epics are everywhere and emeralds are plentiful, they let a bronze-level undercover agent carry out a terrorist attack. The only means of self-defense given to him is a broken stone of unknown strength but definitely not exceeding the gold level. Isn't this treating him like a fool?

Tomorrow's ritual must be performed, otherwise I will die instantly. The identity of the "Black Finger" can be ranked in the top three in the cult, and the means used by me is petrification magic. Omira can guess who that adult is.

【Priest】Miles.

He told me to sort out the information I had collected during this period, and I estimated that someone would come here to take over my task. The adult said that he would arrange someone to pick me up, but it was basically impossible. Omira knew very well that the cult did not have the strength to take her away from here. In other words, I could only be regarded as a consumable at best, and it was not worth the price the cult paid.

The people in the cult are all a bunch of scum. In this world, good people don't die, bad people don't die, only one kind of people will die.

That's stupid people.

Why tomorrow at noon? What happened? Omira's brain was thinking rapidly. She was just a small person and could be crushed at any time in a place like the capital.