Inventor of another world, the little female ghost wants to kidnap me

Shana and the other two left Mag Town that day without informing Barron.

The next day, when Barron went to find the house empty, he felt like the sky had fallen.

I had been the dog's owner for three years, but the dog abandoned me without a word.

Heartbroken, he ignored the death order issued by his father, Count Kerko, left Mag Town without permission, and rode at full speed to chase after his master.

After a whole day of running around, Shana and the other two were finally stopped by him in a small town in the west.

Barron swore an oath by his biological father to be loyal to Shana and attempted to follow Shana to Veratis, but was firmly rejected by Shana.

"Why, why doesn't Princess Shana take me away!"

Shana looked disgusted and said, "Go back to Mag Town right now and take good care of Miss. If Miss is wronged, you will never see me again in your life. Tsk, it's disgusting."

Barron refused to accept the defeat and for the first time openly resisted Shana, trying to pester her, but ended up having his arm nearly chopped off by Mandy.

The loyal dog suddenly lost his master and became a stray dog.

After the desperate Barron returned to Mag Town, he came to the dungeon alone with Miss's wand and package in his hand.

The universal package was thrown on the ground by Barron, and was maliciously trampled and ravaged, becoming no longer neat and tidy.

Seeing that the boy in the cage had no change in expression, Barron felt as uncomfortable as if ants were crawling all over his body and spat.

This time he set his sights on the wand. The citrine wand, which had been well maintained by Miss, looked as clean as if it had never been used.

Mis said coldly, "You'd better not do anything to that wand."

This yellow crystal wand was a gift from Sylvia. Although it was not valuable, Sylvia spent all her fortune to buy it.

Barron smiled evilly, staring at the boy in the cage.

"Why, you are a prisoner, a useless person who can't even lift a finger and tie a chicken, and you dare to give me orders?"

Without waiting for Miss to speak, Barron used all his strength to smash the wand against the wall behind him. The yellow crystal shattered, and the overflowing magic power broke the handle of the wand.

The owner of the magic wand just watched the scene in front of him with an expressionless face, and the corner of his eye twitched slightly.

"You didn't expect that one day you would fall into my hands." Barron seemed to want to vent all the anger in his heart on Miss.

After nearly a decade of suppressing my anger, I can finally release it.

He is an orphan who was picked up, a loser and a last-place student, but he is loved by the old king and all the teachers.

Even Dean Weisman of the Magic Department of Nolen University took good care of him. You know, he was a disaster-level magician.

It’s okay that his father is not as good as Miss’s father, but how could he have such a beautiful sister?

The most hateful thing is that he, the son of the Minister of General Affairs, wanted to be a dog for Licia, but was rejected madly.

After rejecting herself, Licia turned around and threw herself into Miss's arms.

I finally became Shana's dog, and Shana's eyes were full of Miss.

I've been a bootlicker for Shana for three years, but now even a lowly guard doesn't take me seriously.

What upset him the most was that Shana actually asked him to take good care of Miss and lick her the same way he asked her to lick her.

Who can bear this.

He doesn't even want his own father, and he's risking his life to lick you, but you say Miss is tired, and ask Stupid to push him faster.

Thinking of this, Barron almost bit his back teeth to pieces.

Looking at the miserable prisoner Miss, two options emerged in his mind.

Or, stop being a bootlicker completely, wait for your father to come, punish Miss together, and become your father's right-hand man from then on.

Or, while he has the final say in the dungeon, he can just kill Miss, vent his anger, and satisfy his momentary desire.

. . . . .

When Count Kerko learned that Meath was captured by his own son himself, he had a moment of doubt.

But he soon felt relieved. The boy from the Giles family was at most a level 2 magic apprentice.

His son is a Level 3 master magician, so there is no doubt that he can defeat that boy.

In his impression, Miss only had extraordinary abilities in magic theory, but was far inferior in practice.

"In Norn City, you still have Garsetis to help you. Once you leave Norn City, you will have no one to back you up. I wonder how you will run this time."

As for hard power, Kirko was not worried about any accidents. Even if Miss killed Plekildson without external help, what would it matter? Plekildson was only LV4 after all, and he had secretly been promoted to LV5 a year ago, and had been using props to hide his true level, and even Raymond didn't notice.

How can a LV2 magic apprentice challenge myself who is LV5?

"If you hand over the blueprints of the super-level magic obediently, I might be able to let you survive for a while longer."

The kingdom has reached a critical moment of life and death, and the only person who can save this ruined country is Count Kerko himself, because the young king, who has just been on the throne for two years, does not care about the life and death of his country. He only has himself in his mind.

Kerko personally led a small team of men and rushed to Mag Town day and night.

During this period, we received news from Mag Town that the third princess of the Holy Kingdom of Veratis had left Mag Town a few days ago, and judging from the direction she left, she seemed to be planning to return to her own country.

Kerko didn't care. A few little girls were not worthy of his attention. What's more, as long as he got Miss's drawings, the Holy Kingdom of Veratis would be finished. The next to stand on the stage of history would be the Holy Kingdom of Phillis.

When he thought of this, Kerko couldn't help but smile.

Even though he knew very well that the Church of the Goddess of Life could abandon Veratis today and might abandon Phillis tomorrow, he still chose to do so.

Because he just wanted to win once, and beat that man hard just once.

So what if Raymond relied on brute force to protect his country for ten years? With this move of mine, he made his kingdom the strongest in the world. How could Raymond compare with me?

Kirko looked at the glory that was so close at hand, but showed a lost expression.

If only the old king were still alive, he would be severely slapped in the face by himself. Then he would definitely regret choosing Raymond instead of himself.

Finally, after five days of long-distance travel day and night, Count Kerko arrived at Mag Town. At this time, Shana and the other two had been away from Mag Town for nine days.

In other words, from the time the news of Mis's arrest reached the border to the time Kerko arrived in Mag Town, ten days had passed, and Mis was imprisoned for ten days.

As soon as he entered Mag Town, he saw his beloved son Barron, whom he hadn't seen for many days, greeting him, and Kerko felt relieved.

Listening to Barron reporting to him about recent developments over the past ten days, Kerko felt somewhat confused.

Is this still my son? When did my silly son become so reliable?

Could it be that as soon as that damned princess of Veratis left, his son awakened?

Finally stop being a bootlicker?

It’s absolutely wonderful! My Kerko family is going to rise from now on!

With victorious steps, Kerko walked into the dark dungeon and embarked on his own path to becoming a god.

The God of National Salvation, the Eternal God of the Kingdom of Firris...