Psychic Overlord-Chapter 96: The Battle of Al-Rafid 8

Kaizer stood in the front lawn of the manor, staring at the curled-up corpse of Bjorn with a deep look. He then glanced at the manor behind the fellow, which now had a huge groove in it from the force of his attack, and his heart’s waves still did not subside up until now.

Just what level was he at now?

While Kaizer was pondering, he frowned as he raised a hand, forming a psychic barrier that was immediately shattered as it came into contact with a petite fist that was wearing a white glove.

Kaizer was sent backward a few steps, his feet digging holes in the ground as his frown deepened.

Kaizer’s eyes locked onto the attacker.

She was small, almost fragile in appearance, with delicate features that would have been mistaken for a porcelain doll if not for the unsettling gleam in her crimson eyes.

Her blonde hair was curled into ringlets, cascading down her shoulders, and she wore a black-and-white frilly maid outfit, complete with ribbons and lace.

But her presence was anything but delicate as she radiated immense power.

Her posture was elegant, doll-like in its perfection, but Kaizer could sense the raw force beneath that stillness, the very force that shattered his barrier.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

The slow sound of applause echoed above, causing Kaizer’s gaze to slowly travel upward as a man floated down from the air, descending with theatrical ease.

He was slender and refined, clad in an ornate crimson coat with gold embroidery while a high collar framed his sharp face locked in a smirk, his red eyes gleaming with amusement beneath slicked-back auburn hair.

A cane twirled lazily in his hand - purely ornamental - a symbol of his self-indulgent vanity rather than necessity.

Davion.

He landed lightly on the ground, adjusting his gloves as if he had stepped onto the stage of a grand opera rather than the battlefield, his lips curling into a mocking smile.

"Ah, what a letdown." He sighed dramatically, shaking his head as if genuinely disappointed.

"I had imagined the so-called prodigy chosen by the Dean would be... oh, I don’t know, better?" He added with a sneer.

Kaizer said nothing as his focus remained on the girl before him who wore an expressionless face, her eyes lidless and wide open while her lips were straight as a line.

Davion’s smirk widened. "Nothing to say? How typical. It must be embarrassing, being manhandled by dear little Eleanor."

At that moment, the girl - Eleanor - vanished, making Kaizer’s instincts set off an alarm as his telesthesia could not catch up, and even worse, his telepathy could not follow her mind!

BOOM!

A fist drove into his ribs after breaking through his psychic barrier, and Kaizer barely managed to control his body with telekinesis to redirect the impact, but he still skidded several meters back.

The moment his feet touched the ground, though, Eleanor was somehow already in front of him again, lashing out with unnatural speed and precision.

Kaizer also moved rapidly while pushing his telekinetic enhancement to the limit, blocking and countering the incoming blows that came from the girl before him, but...

She was still keeping up with him.

No... she was winning as - so far - Kaizer had never been able to evade a single attack of hers while she easily evaded all his counterattacks, remaining as pristine as when she first struck at him.

Davion watched this with a hand over his mouth, clearly entertained as his eyes curled into crescents, his joy palpable even to Kaizer over here.

"Oh, you poor thing. How does it feel?" His tone was disgustingly sweet.

His eyes flashed with malice. "To be so special, yet so... lacking?"

Kaizer ignored him, his mind focused on the situation at hand while also deducing the way to victory.

This Eleanor girl wasn’t just strong, she was perfect in the sense that every strike of hers was measured, every movement optimized.

It was like... she was a machine wrapped in human skin.

Davion twirled his cane as he glanced at Kaizer. "You see, I should have been the Dean’s apprentice. A true heir from an ancient lineage! Yet, he chose you, a nameless mongrel at the S- tier."

He scoffed. "And for what? For this? Pathetic."

Kaizer dodged a spinning kick from Eleanor that shattered the ground beneath him. Seeing that the girl was temporarily slowed, his eyes flashed with intense blue light as he struck out with full-power telekinesis, a concentrated burst meant to crush the girl instantly and give her the same fate as Soren.

But to Kaizer’s shock, Eleanor barely faltered. Only her frilly dress was blown about in the wind, but even that did not experience a single rip or tear, looking more like a strange breeze had passed by the maid-dressed girl.

Kaizer was puzzled as to how she absorbed the attack with minimal resistance, her delicate face unchanging the entire time, not showing even the slightest bit of emotion.

Davion snickered. "Ah, ah, ah~ My dear Eleanor is beyond such crude tricks."

Kaizer’s expression darkened and he turned to glance at Davion himself. Since his servant was this strong, then he would strike at the master and end this farce, because he had more training to do when he got back.

Davion’s smirk widened as he watched Kaizer shift his focus toward him.

"Oh? Are you finally acknowledging me?" He cooed, tapping his chin in mock thought.

"How adorable. But I must warn you, going after the master when you cannot even handle the servant?" He clicked his tongue.

The fellow dramatically shook his head. "Tsk tsk tsk. That’s just bad strategy."

Kaizer ignored the taunts, already moving. His psychic force rushed forward in an invisible wave, a telekinetic grip meant to crush Davion where he stood.

And yet... nothing.

Actually, this was worse than nothing as Davion simply floated there, still twirling his cane, still smirking, as if the very laws of physics refused to touch him.

Kaizer’s brows furrowed as he could tell that his psychic force was there, but it simply slipped off of Davion like water down glass.

Davion laughed loudly with glee. "Ahhh, I do love seeing that expression. Confusion. Frustration. A tiny bit of dread."

His voice took on a sing-song quality as he flipped his cane upward. "Let me guess... ’Why can’t I crush him?’"

He leaned forward slightly, grinning. "Would you like to know why?"

Kaizer still did not utter a word, calmly repositioning and searching for an opening, thinking of various ways to utilize his powers to take down this foe.

However, Eleanor was there in a flash, her white-gloved fist already crashing toward his temple.

Slightly caught off guard, Kaizer barely twisted his body in time, deflecting the blow with his right arm, but the force rattled his bones. The sheer density of her strike was absurd... it simply wasn’t normal!

And this was coming from him, who could grow endlessly.

This Eleanor girl... there was something off about all of this and especially about her.

Davion exhaled dramatically. "Oh, my poor dear Eleanor."

"Always so aggressive, but I suppose that’s to be expected from an S+ class esper." The fellow mused.

Kaizer’s eyes flickered.

S+?

Kaizer’s mind immediately processed the implications. Espers were ranked based on their potential and power output as he himself had theoretically reached the S- tier if one did not account for his endless growth and Telepathy, a level that already placed him among the strongest living espers... but S+ was beyond that.

S+ was the realm of monsters, like Anir - who Rina revealed she let take the test - that possessed raw power and control of that power beyond the imagination of normal people. Each grade in S, from S- to S and to S+, was a gap bigger than that of A to F.

And yet, Eleanor was completely obedient to Davion, fighting without hesitation, without a single wasted movement. Why?

Davion caught the silent question in Kaizer’s eyes and giggled.

"Oh, you’re wondering, aren’t you?" He drawled.

"How someone like me managed to acquire such a perfect little weapon." He gestured toward Eleanor.

His lips curled slightly. "Would you like to know how I made her?"

Kaizer paused, his brows furrowing deeply.

’Made’?

Davion sighed wistfully. "Ah, Eleanor... What a sweet girl she was. Did you know she used to be one of Supreme Force’s rising stars?"

He smiled fondly. "A prodigy, really. Such a brilliant little thing. Born with the power of precognition and superhuman kinetic reflexes... but also so, so naive."

Kaizer silently looked from Davion to the silent Eleanor who was standing there primly, as if she was just a well-trained maid and not the person Davion was talking about.

Davion’s grin widened as he stepped closer to Eleanor. "You see, my S+ esper ability, called Doll Master, isn’t just some silly little trick."

His voice dropped to a whisper as he came beside Eleanor, his height towering over hers. "It’s an art."

Kaizer’s mind was already piecing it together, but he didn’t want to believe it.

"She resisted, of course. Cried. Begged." Davion chuckled, tapping his cane against the ground.

"But oh, how quickly flesh yields when the mind is rewritten. When the soul is stripped and reshaped." He said as he gently and lovingly stroked Eleanor’s cheek.

Kaizer remained silent, his face betraying none of the coldness in his heart that was beginning to spread further.

Davion beamed as he patted Eleanor’s head. "And now look at her! My perfect Eleanor, now free of hesitation and free of doubt! A living doll, eternally loyal to me!"

Kaizer’s eyes flicked toward Eleanor, noting that she hadn’t reacted to a single word. Not a twitch. Not a blink. Just that eerie, unchanging expression.

That was when it hit him, that eerie feeling that had been nagging him since he first felt Davion appear.

Why did Davion appear so close without him sensing it? Even the Dean and Sophia, two people who could come and go from any place in the world undetected, were open books to him because even if his telesthesia couldn’t sense them, his telepathy could.

Putting aside Davion, who seemed to have some special method to ’isolate’ himself, how could Eleanor be completely untraceable to him, even able to beat him up without him being able to react much?

It was because she wasn’t alive anymore, at least not in the way a person normally was, and because of this, she did not have a mind for Kaizer to read or sense.

Coupled with her already fast movement akin to Bjorn, which he could barely track, she was the perfect counter to a telepathic psychic like him.