The Demon King is unfathomable

Chapter 410 Ophelia's Troubles
The following day, the closing ceremony of the All Souls' Day Labyrinth Trial was held in a deathly silence.

The location was still the snowy plateau before the trial began, but the atmosphere was completely different. There was no sense of celebration at all; instead, it felt like a funeral.

Those magical banners that once symbolized celebration and glory now hung limply under the leaden sky. A cold wind, whipping with snowflakes, lashed at every young, bewildered face, unable to comprehend the bitterness of the situation.

Professor Hector Raine replaced Merck's mentor, who was still under investigation, and presided over the hastily concluded ceremony.

He was dressed in an impeccable mentor's robe, his expression more serious than usual. His sharp eyes swept over the nearly three thousand students below the stage, his gaze filled with complex emotions—disappointment, heartache, but more so a suppressed heaviness and exhaustion.

"This year's All Souls' Day trial... is over."

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the wind and snow, echoing in everyone's ears.

"As you have witnessed, this is not a trial, but a catastrophe."

He did not use any flowery language to embellish the situation, nor did he turn a tragedy into a celebration; instead, he made a straightforward pronouncement on the disaster.

Even though this was not the task that the sage Porphyry had assigned him.

But he still couldn't bring himself to do something that would upset him.

I'll regret it later, I'll deal with that then.

Anyway, the position of sage is not going to anyone else. The great sage wouldn't even glance at him. On the contrary, some brat from the holy city teases him all day long.

"...Its origins lie in the burgeoning ambition and desire within us, which ultimately brewed into a despicable betrayal, leaving an opportunity for the chaotic evil spirits. I cannot confess Professor Alistair's crimes on his behalf, but I want to apologize for Xuebang's failure to protect you."

He paused, then closed his eyes and sighed.

"We should feel ashamed."

A suppressed commotion arose from the audience, and whispers began to circulate. Many apprentices, who only had a vague understanding of the truth, wore expressions of shock.

Philian, the Sage of Life, remained calm and composed. As an elf, he was indifferent to human affairs and agreed with Professor Hector's words.

As for the Law Sage Porphyry, his tightly pursed lips twitched slightly; although he looked displeased, he didn't lash out on the spot.

The ceremony is still ongoing.

We'll deal with this old geezer later.

"Did we misunderstand Professor Hector...?" Finn whispered in the crowd. "Although the upperclassmen all said never to choose his class, I always felt... that he wasn't such a bad person?"

"Does this require a feeling?" Standing right next to the young man, Skyein, who was in charge of the preparatory students, said casually without expression, "'Don't choose his class' and 'Is he a good person?' are two different things. Just like Professor Alistair isn't a good person, but you guys still like him, don't you?"

Finn was taken aback.

It seems... that really is?

He had a very good impression of Professor Alistair, and even now he couldn't believe that this approachable gentleman had actually sold his soul to the evil spirits of chaos.

But he didn't understand.

"why?"

why?
There are many reasons for that.

A playful yet complex smile appeared on Skye's lips. After pondering for a moment, he chose the most insignificant yet most straightforward reason.

"Because he will turn your deaths into a celebration."

As for the honest and kind Professor Hector, this poor good-natured man had to bear the consequences of things he hadn't done at all.

"One thing at a time." The villain who accidentally switched the prince's exam paper is named Milos. How can you admit the mistake on behalf of Xuebang?

Fortunately, the prince was a kind and reasonable person.

If His Highness insists on taking this to the extreme, and the old man is unable to give His Highness a satisfactory explanation, then his fate will almost certainly be to be humiliated and kicked out of the mage tower.

He was ultimately in charge of student recruitment, and Milos's "upline" was himself, as he was a student under Hector.

Dear Professor Hector had no idea how kind and magnanimous His Highness had been to him.

Finn paused for a moment, lowered his head, and remained silent for a long time, seemingly lost in thought.

This maze trial had a great impact on the magic apprentices of the Academy, even though not every apprentice had the opportunity to participate.

Having finally finished recounting the weighty content, Hector paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over the magic apprentices before him.

He softened his tone and continued.

"But I also saw something else."

"Faced with real danger, you did not crumble or give up. You demonstrated the courage and resilience that a true mage should possess! Our bodies may not be as strong as those of warriors, but our spirits are incomparably resilient! And you proved that with your actions!"

“Even in the darkest of times, the light of knowledge and unity has never been extinguished! In this sense, you have all passed this trial.”

These words made many apprentices straighten their backs instinctively, and the blankness in their eyes was replaced by a faint glimmer of light.

"According to the resolution of the Council of Sages!" Hector's voice turned serious again, "The champion of this trial will be awarded to the warrior who destroyed the Chaos-corrupted core at the deepest part of the labyrinth and ended the source of the disaster! Ophelia Castellion, Ilana Octavia, Bane, Had... Congratulations, although as an elder, I hope you will not do such dangerous things again!"

Enthusiastic applause resounded across the snow-covered plain, and admiring gazes were cast upon the four people standing at the front of the crowd, as if looking up at heroes.

This time, even the strict Sage Porphyry softened his serious expression and gave the young people a symbolic round of applause.

If His Highness Colin wasn't exaggerating their contributions, then they were indeed thankful for their performance in the labyrinth, at least preventing the situation from escalating further.

After all, if Alistair were to actually break through to the Amethyst level as the Chosen One of Chaos, perhaps only the Great Sage, who was away on business in Brass Pass, would be able to deal with this guy...

Ophia and Ilana exchanged a glance, seeing only the heaviness and relief of surviving a disaster in each other's eyes, but little joy of victory or honor.

Bain and Harder are the same.

Although they were beaming with pride at their bravery, if they had to choose again, they would rather it had just been an ordinary trial.

Under the professors' protection, they experienced the life of adventurers, and then returned to the mage tower with rich loot and certificates to continue their academic routines.

Fame and fortune are just things written in books or newspapers; only the life you have right now truly belongs to you.

The applause paused briefly.

After awarding the winning honors to the four young men who came forward one after another, Hector cleared his throat and continued speaking.

"At the same time, the council decided to give special commendation to apprentices who stepped forward to protect their fellow apprentices in times of crisis."

"They will receive a ribbon of courage awarded by the Source Law School, as well as a golden wand symbolizing honor and knowledge."

Hector cleared his throat and began to read out the names of these brave individuals, who then went up on stage one by one to receive their awards.

Among them were apprentices and teaching assistants; the strongest were only at the Silver level, while the weakest had only just mastered the most basic magic.

However, none of these are the most important things.

Importantly, these shining souls did not disappoint those who entrusted them with power. At least in that one minute when a choice had to be made, they chose to be heroes.

"Kurs".

Hearing his name called, Kurs felt his face burning. He stepped forward to receive the award somewhat hastily, sensing that many eyes in the crowd were smiling.

Ever since he emerged from the maze yesterday, the title of "Naked Hero" has spread throughout the trainee circle, and he's now completely famous.

It wasn't because he dared to praise or criticize Colin, but because of the genuine courage deep within him.

Hector's gaze seemed to linger on him for a second longer, as did Ilana's, or perhaps it was all just his imagination.

He suddenly realized that it didn't matter at all.

When he returned to the crowd, not only did he feel that he was different from yesterday, but even Finn, his close friend, sensed that he was not the same person he had been yesterday…

After awarding all the honors, the elderly professor, in a kind and calm tone, brought the bloody celebration to a close.

"The All Souls' Day celebrations are now over. My young children, return to your mage towers, to your libraries and laboratories... continue your studies and your pursuit of truth, and do not let the allure of the void lead you astray from the happy life you are meant to lead."

"The scars left by this disaster need to be healed with more diligent study and a more determined will. I believe that a new day will still be beautiful."

He held the long staff in his hand and tapped it lightly twice on the ground, causing fireworks to burst in the sky to liven up the atmosphere.

The sound of drums and music bid farewell to the magic apprentices who were leaving one after another, and also to the cold winter that had lingered in the northern wasteland.

Spring comes after All Souls' Day.

However, everyone familiar with this wilderness knows that the snow covering the mountains and plains will probably not begin to melt until the summer solstice...

……

Seven days later, at dawn, in the Magic Science Laboratory of Corinth.

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled shadows between the bookshelves and the lab bench. The air was filled with the scent of old books' ink and a faint aroma of tea, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.

Luo Yan was leaning back in a recliner by the window, leisurely flipping through a book about ancient runes, as if the earth-shattering disaster a week ago was just old news that had nothing to do with him.

The "Sage of Life" did not deceive him. Xuebang did not restrict his activities because of the investigation into the Chaos Contamination. He simply asked him a few questions about Alistair.

This includes whether there were any personal grudges between them, and how they met in the maze, etc...

These things don't need to be modified. He basically says whatever he thinks, except for some adjustments to the part about "Butterfly of Myriad Phenomena".

The investigation has now concluded, and the truth has come to light.

He no longer had to keep to himself to avoid suspicion, and could finally return to his role as Colin's mentor, continuing to enjoy the little leisure he had left.

Just then, a series of hesitant footsteps came from not far away.

Luo Yan looked up and saw Ilana standing in front of his desk.

That usually calm and collected face was now filled with an unusual sense of dejection. She was clutching a thick stack of manuscript papers, looking as listless as a wilted eggplant.

“Professor…” Ilana’s voice was a little downcast, “I… my paper that I submitted to the Sage’s Journal was rejected.”

Luo Yan was not surprised by this result at all. He had guessed this outcome the moment he encouraged Ilana to submit her work.

He was more surprised that she could recover from the "blow" of her friend's betrayal so quickly and devote herself to academic research.

Of course, she might also be escaping from the troubles of reality.

"Sit down first."

Luo Yan put down the book, gestured for her to sit down on a chair nearby, and then gently waved his wand to pour her a cup of tea.

This is Hector's treasured "Quiet Snow Bud". He liked it when he drank it last time, so he asked Professor Hector to "share" some with him.

Considering the resources allocated by the Virtual Realm Asset Restructuring Committee, the old man, though increasingly angry, ultimately held back.

Looking at Ilana, who was sipping her tea from her cup, Luo Yan asked gently.

"What did they say?"

Ilana put down her teacup, bit her lip, and finally repeated the reviewers' comments verbatim: "They said... 'the theory is too complicated and lacks practical application value,' and also said... 'I suggest that I focus on completing my preparatory studies first.'"

This almost completely negated her months of hard work, and also thoroughly negated Prince Colin's encouragement and cultivation of her.

to be frank.

If it were just the former, it wouldn't be enough to discourage her, but thinking of His Highness's help and guidance all along, she really didn't know how to report this matter to him.

Luo Yan pondered for a moment and then said.

"The reviewer's comments were not fair, and I will write a letter to protest this matter."

Ilana shook her head.

"No, mentor, that's not what I care about, it's..."

"Is it that our achievements haven't been recognized?"

Seeing Ilana nod slightly, Luo Yan smiled, handed the manuscript back to her, and continued speaking gently.

“Ilana, I once told you that ‘science’ is a tool for exploring truth, but that doesn’t mean we have to force it into the hands of people who don’t want it. That’s not scholarship, that’s authority.”

"And history tells us that not all great achievements are recognized by everyone from the beginning. We need to give the children of The Wise a little time to accept it."

This playful remark startled Ilana slightly, then she burst out laughing, and the dark clouds hanging over her brows melted away like snow under the eaves.

Although she quickly realized her rudeness, she blushed, lowered her head, and hurriedly whispered, "Sorry."

Luo Yan smiled and waved his hand, indicating that she didn't need to worry about it, and then continued.

"Keep working hard and be yourself. I will help you submit this article to the 'Science Newspaper,' which is a newspaper I'm currently setting up. Although it's not well-known, I believe it will one day shine because of your name."

These words were like a gentle, warm current flowing into Ilana's heart and into her gradually brightening eyes.

In fact, these young people don't desire much.

The vast majority of magic apprentices standing here yearn for nothing more than a word of recognition.

He discovered this secret on his very first day at Xuebang.

“I understand, Professor!” Ilana nodded vigorously, clutching the manuscript tightly to her chest, as if it were no longer a rejected paper, but a spark of truth that she needed to protect with her future.

Seeing her regain her spirits, Luo Yan smiled with relief.

However, he sometimes worries that he might be using too much force...

Ilana is not the only one who feels lost.

After seeing off the future mathematician, Luo Yan's gaze fell on Miss Ophia Castellón, who was waiting quietly to the side.

Her delicate face was etched with complex expressions, and her jewel-like eyes were filled with worry and hesitation.

Until yesterday, she was still very happy and was smug about being a hero who "defeated the demon king".

Just as he was about to speak, Ophia seemed to have made up her mind and took the initiative to walk over.

“Colin…Professor,” she stood in front of the desk, her hands nervously twisting together, “Do you have time now? I…have something I’d like to talk to you about alone.”

Looking into her eyes, which were filled with unspoken thoughts, Luo Yan guessed what she wanted to talk about, and nodded with a smile.

"Of course. But it's not very convenient here. How about... we meet at the 'Gears and Malt' restaurant on Artisan Street after the evening bells ring? Their grilled ribs are quite good, and they also have butterbeer."

Ophia was slightly taken aback, then blushed and nodded.

"Ok!"

After saying that, she jogged away.

Just as Ophelia left, Yuyu floated out from beside him, a gloating smile on her face. "Hehehe... Could it be that kind of thing? Oh dear, Demon King, has your spring arrived too?"

Luo Yan smiled faintly, picked up the book he hadn't finished reading on the table, and ignored Youyou's teasing.

"You're overthinking it. If it were that kind of thing, she wouldn't hesitate at all once she'd made up her mind, let alone ask me for help."

Miss Castellón is known for her straightforward approach, whether it's solving problems or casting spells.

The real headache is for those who are good at "countering every move".

As for why she's troubled, there's probably only one thing...

The nobles of the Holy City haven't seen blood in far too long.

……

In the afternoon, Luo Yan went to the library for afternoon tea and asked Sarah to fetch him the latest issue of "The Wise Man's Journal".

There is no such thing as a "dedicated academic journal" in this world. The Sage's Gazette plays the role of an academic journal on the one hand, and is also responsible for publishing official information from inside the Mage Tower on the other.

Luo Yan saw the follow-up investigation of the "Chaos Maze Incident" in the newspaper.

At the hearing organized by the Council of Sages regarding this incident, Ms. Rustina, who was the catalyst for the incident, confessed everything.

She admitted that she bought the box wrapped in black cloth from a shady shop on Craftsman Street, intending to give the prospective student Ilana a "lesson she would never forget" in the maze, and was completely unaware of the chaotic power sealed inside the box.

The old witch who sold her the box was found dead on the snowy plains leading to the border of the Kingdom of Rhodes. The perpetrator was one of Professor Arist's disciples, who confessed to the crime after being arrested, stating that he was acting on Arist's orders to silence her, but also claimed ignorance of the box's contents.

According to Xuebang's laws, this teaching assistant was expelled from the church and sentenced to ten years in prison... In fact, teaching assistants are generally not sentenced to such a long time. Expulsion from the church is a very serious punishment in itself, but the matter involved Chaos after all.

A vast and intricate web was thus uncovered.

As if regaining their sight for the first time, the all-knowing Council of Sages was "shocked" to discover the vast interest group controlled by Professor Arist Thorne—the "Thorne Society"—and swiftly launched a purge, investigating to the very end.

Although more than 90% of the teachers and students in the school have long been aware of this semi-public secret.

Led by Merck, almost all of Thorne's cronies were severely reprimanded. In contrast, a group of teaching assistants and apprentices who had performed bravely in the labyrinth trials were promoted.

A silent power reshuffle was carried out in the shadow of the tower. Even Professor Hector was caught in the crossfire, as he discovered that two of his teaching assistants were members of the "Thorne Society"... though he only found out afterward.

During this process, the previously high-profile "Virtual Realm Asset Restructuring Committee" was intentionally or unintentionally excluded.

The reason is simple: those professors and mentors who "sided with Colin" have already reaped real benefits. The Great Sage's Tower must prevent one entity from becoming too powerful and creating a new Thorne Society that monopolizes academic resources.

Of course, that was actually a bit of a euphemism.

The real reason is that the "Virtual Realm Asset Restructuring Committee" card was originally used by the Great Sage to keep his increasingly restless beloved disciple in check, and now this card is no longer needed.

Ilana's rejection is just a speck of dust in a "collapsed nest," and scholars who have caught wind of the situation have already begun to regroup...

Meanwhile, during this reshuffling process, a name that Luo Yan was familiar with suddenly emerged.

His name was Uriel Acleke, a name Luo Yan had seen at the bottom of an inconspicuous page in the Wise Man's Journal.

The groundbreaking progress in the so-called "Soul Weaving Technique" research seemed like a prelude to the next act.

As for why Luo Yan remembered this name, we have to go back to his "adventure" on the border of the Kingdom of Rhodes.

Professor Uriel was Hecagelin's teacher.

This professor must be quite an abstract thinker.

Whether he would be more arrogant than Aristotle remains to be seen.

Luo Yan had no interest in playing the game of power with the Great Sage. He had already completed his planting in the Mage Tower, and soon he would be going south to visit another friend.

Let's return to that insignificant little character, Rastina and her small group.

Objectively speaking, the hearing in the Academy was much more civilized than that in the Kingdom of Rhodes, as they actually accepted her testimony that she was unaware of Chaos—she was merely a pawn blinded by ambition and jealousy, and thus used by Alistair.

Throughout the entire chain, she only did the "opening of the box," so her level of involvement and awareness of the conspiracy was actually the lowest.

According to Xuebang's regulations, expulsion and permanent banishment are already severe punishments for such egregious behavior that has caused serious consequences.

Whether to pursue other responsibilities should be decided by the lord of the territory where her family resides.

The problem, however, is that this guy has inadvertently dragged the Duke of Castellón's daughter into danger, and that's not something that can be dismissed with a simple statement like sending her back to her hometown to await trial.

The simplest solution, of course, is to execute her and her two accomplices.

Their families will not only have no objections, but will even send generous gifts to thank Xuebang for "cleaning up their house".

However, these magicians are all extremely intelligent people. When intelligent people start to play dumb, don't think they are really stupid.

In order to fully hear the victim's opinion, the old men at the hearing handed a draft of the judgment with their opinions to Ophia, a girl who was only sixteen years old.

Such a disgraceful act would certainly not make the newspapers, but with the experience of a "Shanghai councilor," he could easily guess the extent of the scholars' petty tricks at a glance.

These old guys don't want to take any responsibility at all.

It seems that this is the only thing Miss Ophia wants to discuss with me.

……

The evening bells echoed across the snow-covered plains, casting a warm orange hue over the howling wind.

In the "Gears and Malt" restaurant on Artisan Street, a magic lamp casts a soft glow, illuminating the slowly turning brass gear decoration on the wall.

The air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat and the rich scent of ale, a stark contrast to the cool atmosphere atop the tower, and brimming with the warmth of everyday life.

Luo Yan and Ophia sat down by the window, and the waiter quickly served them hot barley tea to warm them up, and then took out his notebook.

"Madam, sir, what would you like to order?"

Luo Yan didn't look at the menu and said directly.

"Honey-glazed roasted ribs, two freshly made, two to go."

"Okay." The waiter skillfully noted it down, then took the tray and notes to the kitchen.

Ophia sat obediently opposite, holding a warm cup of barley tea in her hands, the tips of her boots lightly touching the ground.

For this date-or-not-a-date, she seemed to have made a special trip back to her dorm to change into a cream-colored cotton dress and coat that accentuated her elegant demeanor. A pale red scarf tucked under her neckline, making her look like an adorable snowman, along with her frostbitten nose.

Watching the waiter leave, Ophia suddenly asked a question out of curiosity.

"Was the packaged portion for feeding the dragon?"

Luo Yan nodded with a smile.

"That's the little guy's favorite thing."

There was actually another portion for feeding the cat, but it was too complicated to explain, so he was too lazy to explain it further.

Ophia rested her chin on her hands, her bright eyes seemingly sparkling with starlight.

"Great! Now I know what gift to give it next time!"

Imagining Ophia carrying a large, fat pig in front of Taff, Luo Yan's smile suddenly became somewhat subtle.

"That being said, it probably wouldn't be happy to receive meat as a gift."

"Eh? Why?"

"That guy is... uh, a high-level dragon, unlike ordinary dragons."

Luo Yan originally wanted to say "higher animals," but then thought it might be inappropriate, so he changed his words at the last minute.

Ophia was clearly taken aback for a moment.

"That sounds like a lot of trouble!"

"Haha, right? Cats are easier to raise."

"I feel so too!"

While waiting for the food to be served, the two chatted amiably. Perhaps it was the melodious and soothing sound of the lute that eased the worry in Ophelia's eyes.

She remained silent for a long time before finally taking the unsigned draft from her storage ring and gently pushing it in front of Luo Yan.

"The old foxes at the hearing were cunning; they let me choose."

Luo Yan didn't look at the verdict, nor did he rush to give her any advice. He simply listened quietly.

Ophia's fingers unconsciously rubbed the warm cup, trying to mask her inner hesitation with an indifferent tone.

"To be honest, while I hate that show-off with the gold drill, I don't hate her to the point of wanting to cut her head off. The hearing gave me two verdicts: one was expulsion and exile according to the laws of the Academy, and the other was death penalty for treason under the Ottoman Empire Code... I can sign one of them, or I can choose not to sign either, but you should know that there are really only two choices."

She looked up, her tired eyes filled with hesitation.

“Your Highness, even my father praises your wisdom. I humbly request that you lend it to me... Please give me some advice.”

Luo Yan listened quietly to the little girl's story, but offered no advice. After a moment's thought, he spoke.

"This is an interesting question... or rather, a trial."

“By choosing the death penalty, you will put an end to this trouble, declaring in the most severe way that no one can disrespect Castellón’s majesty, and that the school is not outside the royal authority. You will define what is the rule and what is loyalty.”

“By choosing exile, you will demonstrate your tolerance, which may earn you some praise and the appreciation of those who value virtue… such as Ilana, Had, and Bain. But it may also be seen as weakness, giving your future enemies an opportunity to exploit you, or even making you a thorn in their side.”

"As for whether those three minor characters who survived will repent and turn over a new leaf, whether they will be grateful to you or hate you in the future, no one can predict."

He clearly laid out the pros and cons of the two options to Ophia, and then said no more, returning the power of choice entirely to her.

However, those eyes clearly still yearned...

Luo Yan sighed, his tone becoming serious.

“Ophelia, I am not you. I can tell you the color of the sky, but choosing what time to look at it and which direction to look up at it is your freedom, or rather your obligation. Your confusion is simply about how to choose, but I want to say that this is not the point. What really matters is what you want to become?”

"What do I want to become..." Ophia murmured to herself, pondering the words over and over in her mind, a sense of enlightenment appearing in her eyes.

Luo Yan nodded.

"The card in your hand is not a scholar, but a king. However, there are many kinds of kings, just as there are many forms of secular power."

This is just an abstract metaphor and does not mean that she has the opportunity to become a real king.

But without a doubt, the Castellón family's ecological niche dictates that she is in this position at this moment.

God loves all people, but He does not favor any particular individual.

Luo Yan was indifferent to Ophia's choice.

It's just a matter of whether a toddler takes their first step with their left or right foot, and it has nothing to do with good or evil.

Ophia stared at him for a long time, as if trying to find some clue in those deep eyes, but she failed in the end.

Those eyes were calm as a mirror, reflecting only her own struggle.

The restaurant waiter broke the heavy silence by serving sizzling grilled ribs and bubbling butterbeer.

Ophia picked up her knife and fork, absentmindedly cutting off a small piece of meat, but didn't put it in her mouth.

After a long silence, she suddenly put down her cutlery and let out a long sigh of relief. Her confused eyes cleared again, sparkling with determination.

"Thank you, I'm feeling much better."

Luo Yan smiled slightly.

"Looks like you have an idea."

"Yes! Would you like to hear it?"

“Not really interested. I’m more interested in the fate of the No. 178 virtual realm, and... when will the order I placed on Craftsman Street be completed?”

“Well, you’re a cunning fox too,” Ophia muttered under her breath, looking at Prince Colin who seemed indifferent to the matter, “and with a malicious heart.”

Thank you for the compliment.

Luo Yan accepted the compliment with a smile, elegantly cut off a piece of rib, and did not deny his "bad" behavior in the slightest.

Are you disappointed in me now?

He desperately wanted to hear the answer "yes," but unfortunately, he didn't.

"Do not."

Ophia shook her head.

She suddenly stood up, lifted her skirt, and gracefully gave Luo Yan an impeccable noble lady's bow, just as she would in the ballroom of the Holy City.

“Your answer was enlightening, and I’m glad you’ve given me the power of choice instead of trying to control me…”

As she said this, a sly glint flashed in Ophia's eyes, like a hare darting through the jungle.

"This means that you no longer see me as a child."

Seeing the cunning and smugness hidden behind that elegant smile, Luo Yan was slightly taken aback, then smiled and took a sip of refreshing butterbeer.

"I think I just saw a little fox."

As expected of the young people of the Castellion family, we must not let our guard down at all.

Ophia said with bright eyes.

"Oh? So you like foxes?"

Luo Yan put down his wine glass and selected "read random reply".

"I like Tyrannosaurus Rex."

Not keeping up with that unconventional train of thought, Ophia was clearly taken aback for a moment.

"??? What is that?"

Seeing how easily the topic of conversation had been changed, Luo Yan smiled.

"A carnivorous animal... I dreamed about it, I'll talk about it another time."

(End of this chapter)