Yet it was this very na that provoked soone standing in the shadows.
A leisurely voice, like a cold wind, suddenly wafted from the shadows nearby.
In the haze, Ilana heard a creaking sound, which wasn't the clatter of undead bones, but the grinding of teeth in jealousy.
"...She has already said she can't go back, why don't you listen to the opinion of your 'good friend'?"
Everyone's heart froze, and they simultaneously turned to the direction of the voice, only to see their eyes widen in unison as they realized who it was.
Standing there was a mage dressed in a deep blue mage robe.
He had a slender figure, neatly combed silver hair, and a ticulously trimd goatee, with a monocle perched on his nose, appearing cultured and well-spoken.
No one expected to see him here, much less him choosing to step out from behind the black curtain at this mont and lay his cards on the table.
"Professor Arist?!" Bain and Hard exclaid, while Ophelia, standing next to Ilana, turned pale with cold hands and feet.
Being a mber of the Castelion family, with what she had seen and heard since childhood, she instinctively knew what it ant when a hidden black hand ca to the forefront.
Either that person was ready to exit the stage, or they were playing their last card, prepared to flip the table.
"Congratulations, you answered correctly... too bad there's no reward."
Professor Arist nodded courteously to everyone, as if he were a graceful professor in a classroom critiquing students' work.
But imdiately following, this refined professor uttered words in a casual tone that chilled everyone to the bone.
"To be honest, this farce has dragged on so long that it's beginning to bore ." He smiled, glanced around the ruins, and sighed softly, "If I had known it would turn out like this, I might as well have stepped in from the start... A bunch of useless fools."
As his words fell, he casually raised his right hand, using his forefinger to point gently forward through the air.
No spell, no Magic Array manifestation, not even a trace of magic power fluctuation!
Ophelia felt as if her heart was gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and before she could react, she heard a crisp cracking sound!
The necklace on her chest, placed there personally by her father, the Duke of Castellion, suddenly developed cobweb-like cracks in midair, then shattered into dust!
Ophelia instinctively tried to retrieve a life-saving Magic Scroll from her Space Ring.
To her horror, the connection between her spiritual power and the Storage Ring was forcibly severed by an irresistible force!
"What have you done?!" Ophelia was both shocked and enraged, pulling a stunned Ilana by the hand and taking a trembling step back.
Arist's smile remained unchanged, and he did not explain, as if he had done sothing trivial.
"Next ti, rember to keep life-saving items on you... although there won't be a next ti."
His forefinger flicked lightly, gathering dense red mist in his palm, transforming it into threads that shot towards everyone's hearts.
This was his second plan.
If the hidden cards arranged in the Maze were not enough to kill the lucky Miss Castellion, then he would personally take action to eliminate the Duke's daughter and everyone around her, and make it appear as if they died by the hands of Chaos.
The scapegoats remained Lassitina and Anjie, as they had the motive and reason to be targeted by Chaos...
Of course, he would mournfully repent in front of the Great Sage—
He was too late.
At this critical mont, a multicolored butterfly suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.
With its iridescent wings, it seed to be a creature not belonging to this Maze, leisurely flying through the Maze walls.
Arist was slightly taken aback, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart, unable to comprehend the source of that power.
Before he could react, a slender figure appeared in the spot where the butterfly had fluttered, silently erging before everyone.
A myriad of threads struck a clear, invisible mirror, being forcibly severed by unseen spells.
He rely stood there casually, as if subduing an entire chaotic space, destroying all fears and evil intentions.
The newcor was Prince Colin.
He arrived just in ti.
Including Ilana and Ophelia, the faces of all the magic apprentices present lit up with hopeful expressions!
And the look of relief made Arist so jealous he nearly lost his grip.
"This farce does need to end, Mr. Arist."
With leisurely words, Luo Yan spoke, a barely noticeable curve curling his lips, looking at the mage with icy eyes.
"However, how it ends is not up to you."
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