Ain didn't want to alert the enemy.
So he had originally planned to investigate alone.
However, Sevis insisted on forcing Rosalind to accompany him, so he had no choice but to agree.
He didn't know what the location revealed by his final divination represented.
But it must be related to the biggest secret Belinda was trying to hide!
In the original game, after Lillian underwent complete witchification, the instructors were all busy dealing with the rampaging magical beasts and were completely unable to attend to Lillian, who was at the center of the riot.
As for why the high-tier teachers in the academy didn't step in to stop it, the reason given in the original game was that they were engaged in a battle with the members of the Nightingale Secret Order at the time and had no time to spare for Lillian.
Ain tightly pinched that Card of Canal between his fingers. The pouring sunlight seemed to coat the surface of the card with a layer of flowing gold leaf, outlining the banshee cradling a clay pot in the drawing in exquisite detail.
【9】 The Banshee
In just two days, the number of times this card had appeared was somewhat eerie.
The first time was for Lillian's divination.
The second time was for his own divination.
The third time was Belinda's identification.
The fourth time was the document from just now.
What was the connection here? The first two times might have been warnings about the current situation, but what did the latter two times mean?
After obtaining a certain amount of preliminary information, Ain could acquire some key information through the divination cards.
The fact that he couldn't deduce the contents of the document in Wesley's hand through the divination cards proved that there were still many things he didn't know.
But why did the divination card that appeared have to be The Banshee?
“By the way, Rosalind, what year are you in?”
“Third year.”
“Oh, so shouldn't I be calling you senior?”
Rosalind smiled gently.
“If you'd like.”
Regarding Ain's actions along the way, Rosalind's attitude had actually undergone a complete turnaround.
Her initial prejudice had long since vanished without a trace.
A moment later, the two of them arrived at the Arcane Department.
“Let's start by investigating Belinda's classroom.”
Rosalind nodded. She had already completed all the preparatory work.
“Please follow me.”
In the corridor, many students were chatting, and their topics of conversation were surprisingly identical.
“I didn't expect such a major incident to happen just as he returned from his advanced studies.”
“Are you talking about Sevis?”
“Yeah! Although I wasn't at the scene yesterday, everyone is saying that he falsely accused a student, abused his authority, and relied on his own strength to bully others...”
“That can't be right. Is Senior Sevis really that kind of person?”
“More than that, I'm more interested in the student who knocked him down yesterday. I heard they're a lowerclassman.”
“A lowerclassman?!”
All sorts of topics like this entered their ears, and Ain also felt something was fishy.
But he couldn't put his finger on exactly what was strange about it.
The two of them walked into Belinda's classroom; the vast room was completely empty.
“It seems class hasn't started here yet.”
As he spoke, Ain searched the classroom for clues.
But after only a few seconds, he dismissed the idea.
The people from the Titan Prosecution Office had definitely been here. Since they hadn't found anything, either there were no clues here, or...
Ain's gaze swept across the walls of the classroom, finally landing on the ceiling.
Or they were hidden by some special magic.
After thinking for a moment, Ain's gaze fell upon a blood-red plant in the corner.
Ain frowned. He felt like he had seen this plant somewhere before.
Lillian!
Ain was startled.
When he went to visit Lillian last night, there happened to be a plant just like this there!
Ain walked straight over to the plant and dropped to one knee without hesitation.
He leaned in closer, his gaze deep and sharp, carefully examining every inch of its veins.
Suddenly, a refreshing, delicate fragrance wafted over, drilling straight into Ain's nose.
Truth be told, this thing actually smelled quite nice.
“Mr. Ain.”
The voice was extremely close, as if whispered right next to his ear.
Ain's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly turned his head to look at the girl standing close beside him.
He suddenly realized that the source of that enchanting fragrance was not the plant in front of him at all. It was clearly the intoxicating body fragrance radiating from the girl right next to him!
“What is it?”
Rosalind's soft, warm body was almost pressed against him. The girl tilted her head slightly, her lips brushing past Ain's earlobe in a teasingly subtle manner.
Accompanying a very soft murmur, a stream of warm, sweet-scented breath brushed past his ear, causing an indescribable numbness to spread across half of his body.
“What do you think of me?”
Ain's gaze couldn't help but drift downward, catching sight of the cleavage Rosalind had intentionally exposed. For a moment, his brain failed to process the situation.
“What do you mean by that?”
Rosalind chuckled softly. Her demeanor was completely different from before, resembling a captivating temptress. Her pleasant voice rang out once more.
“What do you think of me as a wife?”
“You'd have to ask your future husband that.”
“What if that person is right in front of me now?”
“Dar-ling?”
Ain clicked his tongue inwardly.
Hiss, this is bad. This woman's game is incredibly strong! I'm afraid I'm no match for her.
“Why are you suddenly asking this?”
If you keep this up, I'm going to have to complain to the boss!
Ain looked at her suspiciously, completely unable to comprehend what Rosalind was up to.
“Hmm... It's nothing.”
Rosalind calmly straightened up and adjusted her clothes. In the blink of an eye, the seductive allure in her eyes receded like a tide, replaced once again by her flawless, cold disguise.
The temptress from a moment ago, who seemed capable of drowning someone in her gaze, vanished like a brilliant but fleeting dream, leaving behind not a single trace.
Rosalind hid the wand in her right hand up her sleeve, acting as if nothing had happened, while secretly feeling relieved.
She had quietly cast a charm spell just now, solely to test the true character of the man before her.
Before they left, Sevis had quietly told her about the actual situation so she could prepare early.
And how could she not know the true thoughts of her lady?
Since the family was eager to use her lady as a bargaining chip for an arranged marriage, Rosalind might as well strike first and personally select the most suitable 'prey' for her.
Rather than passively accepting their arrangements, it was better to keep this chess game firmly in her own hands.
But as for the specifics, it would also depend on Sevis's wishes.
“Mr. Ain, actually...”
Before she could finish her sentence, Ain grabbed her hand and quickly ran out of the classroom.
Rosalind hadn't even realized what was happening yet.
Without warning, the reality before them distorted and peeled away like a torn painting. The familiar classroom dissolved in an instant, replaced by a suffocating, unfamiliar void.
Beneath their feet were rugged, pitch-black boulders. A dark, deep corridor stretched endlessly forward, and the thick darkness seemed to swallow all light, making it impossible to discern even the outlines of things just a few steps away.
Suppressing the tremor in her heart, Rosalind asked, “W-where is this?”
Ain shook his head.
“I don't know.”
“But at least we can be sure we've come to the right place.”
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