Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 185 The Mastermind Revealed
The Enlightenment Potion's spiritual resonance only allows these magicians to take a shortcut; it cannot instantly raise their potential.

A fifth-tier mage can only resonate with fifth-tier magic; those with sufficient talent may have the opportunity to sense sixth-tier magic.

As for seventh-tier magic, forget about it.

Therefore, Ron had no intention of having the students who had taken the Enlightenment Potion lead the way.

He looked down on those low-level spells.

There's no need to let these students who trust him fall into the abyss for the sake of some low-level magic.

But if they insist on walking into the abyss, then there's nothing he can do.

Initially, out of trust in Ron, no one left the team.

But as time went on, the students, who had followed Ron for half a day without finding a single high-level spell, gradually became restless.

Although Ron warned them not to use mental resonance, many people still couldn't resist and used it.

As the magic they sensed disappeared one by one and was taken by others, their hearts grew increasingly anxious.

If Ron could lead them to find one or two high-level spells, that would be fine, but after half a day without any results, they gradually lost patience with Ron.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ron."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ron."

Finally, some students couldn't resist the temptation of quickly gaining power. After apologizing in hushed tones, they turned and ran towards the direction of the strong energy fluctuations.

A day later, only about a hundred people remained behind Ron.

Ron did not stop the students from leaving, nor did he even look back.

Only when they stopped to rest did he look at the remaining students and ask, "Aren't you going to seek your own opportunities?"

“We believe in you, Mr. Ron.”

"A student from the Kingdom of Orantia said firmly."

"Yes, follow Mr. Ron!"

“Those who left were too much. Mr. Ron brought them in, and they chose to leave.”

"Teacher Ron, don't worry, we will definitely help you win this match."

"Even without that potion, we believe that Professor Ron will definitely win."

"Yes, something about that medicine just doesn't feel right..."

The students chimed in with their own comments.

Ron smiled slightly, his mood was very calm.

For him, who had run the Magic Festival dungeon countless times, these students were nothing but a burden.

It would be best if they all left.

But if someone insists on staying, he won't forcefully kick them out, since the magic festival lasts for fifteen days, which is still plenty of time.

It would also be good to cultivate some seeds that can respond to you in the future.

In fact, those students who left didn't understand one thing.

They weren't the only ones who took the Enlightenment Potion; the magic they could sense was also sensed by others.

Each team has a different starting point, but the destination is the same.

In the past, without the Enlightenment Potion, the probability of each team meeting was extremely low.

Now, those magic spells are like light in the darkness. Every team in the darkness is looking towards that light, and it's inevitable that they'll collide.

It goes without saying how sought-after this beam of light will be.

In short, it was fortunate that they encountered the main force of the White Magic Institute.

If you don't run into them, you'll just have to wait to be robbed.

Although dying in the sea of ​​consciousness is not true death, one will enter a state of suspended animation for a day before returning to the starting point.

Not worth the candle.

Most of the students who stayed with Ron did so because they understood this principle.

"Professor Ron, shall we search for it?"

After the optimistic student finished speaking, the worried student finally asked a question.

They can resist temptation, but they can't resist boredom.

After a day's journey, they passed several palaces of consciousness along the way. Although there was no strong magical sensation inside, Ron didn't ask any questions or search them before hurrying past them.

This made them very upset.

Even searching for a few low-level spells would be some consolation.

Ron was simply rushing on his way and had no intention of searching for anything.

"These palaces in front have been searched countless times, but there's nothing of value there. The good stuff is all in the back."

Ron said with a smile.

“Professor Ron, this strategy of yours has been used before.”

"and then?"

"No matter how far you go, the quality of the magic you find in each palace is almost the same. There is no such thing as the quality of the magic you find being stronger the deeper you get into the maze."

The student answered seriously.

Several students nearby echoed his sentiments.

Instead of wasting time going to the back, it's better to search the palaces in front.

"That's because they haven't reached the end yet."

Ron smiled calmly.

The students looked at each other in bewilderment upon hearing this.

“Professor Ron, this maze has no end. Even if we walk for fifteen days, we still won’t reach the end.”

How can a maze have no end?

"There is an end, but it's not a place we can reach."

Seeing Ron's nonchalant attitude, they panicked a little.

Is Mr. Ron trying to lead us to some endless end?
"Perhaps they have already reached the end, but they just haven't recognized it."

Ron said.

The students were stunned.

We've arrived... but we can't recognize it?

This... seems to be a real possibility.

but……

Can you identify the finish line?

The student asked expectantly.

Ron returned a slightly meaningful smile without answering.

"Let's go, keep going."

He stood up and walked forward.

Within the maze, light and shadow shifted, and the magical pathways moved and changed slowly, as if they were alive.

Under normal circumstances, it is difficult to even determine the direction, let alone reach the destination.

The students behind him suppressed their restlessness and doubts and followed closely behind Ron.

Now, all they can do is trust Ron and follow the direction he's heading.

……

Five days have passed since the start of the Magic Festival in the capital of the Lionheart Kingdom.

Taking advantage of Ron's participation in the Magic Festival and his inability to cause trouble, the nations of the fourth War of the Gods became active again, with their armies gathering at the border, ready to pounce.

Their sharpest attacks were all directed at the Lionheart Kingdom.

This was because during the last alliance between the Lionheart Kingdom and the Purple Sun Kingdom in the Thorn Territory, it was revealed that the Lionheart Kingdom had used the bloodline of the Holy Descendants to fuse with the Lionheart, intending to create an eighth-tier combat force.

The various countries were very wary of this and threatened the Lionheart Kingdom to hand over Princess Elsa, or they would destroy the Lionheart Kingdom.

It was assumed that with Regent Laura attending the Magic Festival and the Lionheart Kingdom currently leaderless and facing the threat of annihilation, they would obediently hand over Princess Elsa. However, the Lionheart Kingdom's attitude this time was exceptionally tough, declaring directly: "Come if you have the ability; we'll take one down with us even if it means our own demise."

This tough stance immediately put the four countries at a loss.

He couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that the Lionheart Kingdom's eighth-tier combat power has already been successfully integrated?
They all knew that this level eight combat power couldn't last long; even with the four nations joining forces, the Lionheart Kingdom would still perish.

But the phrase "I'll take someone down with me even if I die" caused all four countries to fall silent.

If the Lionheart Kingdom truly possessed eighth-tier combat power, it could easily overwhelm an entire nation's army and drag someone down with it.

At that point, other allies will certainly choose to stand by and do nothing.

Ultimately, there is an irreconcilable competitive relationship between them.

The Lionheart Kingdom would be more than happy to take one of their rivals with them before it dies.

But... no one dares to gamble on whether they will be the one taken away.

For a time, the situation reached a stalemate.

Beneath the calm surface, undercurrents surged, and various countries were trying to find out the true situation of the Lionheart Kingdom's little princess.

The Lionheart Kingdom would not allow the enemy to succeed. Princess Elsa's bedroom was heavily guarded, and no one could approach it.

Inside the bedchamber, Elsa lay on her bed and asked the maid who brought her medicine, "Has Sister Laura returned?"

This is a question she asks every day.

"Princess Elsa, rest assured, Princess Laura will return safely. So please take good care of yourself so that Princess Laura can see you healthy when she comes back."

The maid said with a smile.

"Ah."

The young girl on the bed, only fourteen years old, nodded earnestly.

In the past, when she heard the advice to take good care of her health, she would look dejected and unwilling, and then say sorry.

Since her body was fused with the Lionheart, she has never left the bed.

She knew her body couldn't get better.

But things are different now. Last time, Laura took the Soul-Transforming Potion, which extracted one-third of the Lionheart from her body. Now she can clearly feel that her body is much better.

She looked forward to standing in front of the palace gates to welcome her sister Laura back.

After the maid finished feeding the medicine, she bowed and prepared to leave.

"Enemy attack, alert!"

"Protect Princess Elsa!"

Suddenly, shouts and running sounds from the guards rang out outside the palace.

Before Elsa and her maid could react, a loud bang was heard, and the entire palace began to shake.

Outside the window, a huge blue ice lion was wreaking havoc as it approached.

That is……

Elsa's pupils narrowed.

She recognized it as the Lionheart, a gift from her ancestors to the Duke of Doron.

"Princess Elsa, watch out!"

The maid exclaimed.

While Elsa was still in a daze, the light in the bedroom suddenly dimmed, and several twisted shadows, like living creatures, rushed out from the cracks in the walls and floor, lunging at Elsa.

Just as the shadow was about to touch Elsa...

hum!
A pale golden magical shield instantly erupted from a necklace worn by Elsa, repelling her and the approaching shadow.

The door to the room was flung open at that moment, and several guards rushed in.

The attackers did not retreat, but instead transformed into several plumes of black smoke, dodging the guards' attacks, and once again attacked Elsa from a tricky angle.

However, the area around the sleeping quarters suddenly shone brightly, and the already inscribed binding runes instantly lit up, forming a huge cubic light prison that completely enveloped the entire sleeping quarters and the shadows.

Complex magical patterns flowed across the walls of the light prison, radiating a powerful spatial locking and mental suppression force.

The shadows crashed into the walls of the light prison, emitting a shrill scream. The black smoke dissipated as if purified, revealing three attackers dressed in tight-fitting night clothes.

"Take it!"

The person speaking was the maid who fed Elsa her medicine. At this moment, her face had lost all panic and become extremely calm.

At her command, several ghostly figures appeared in the room and easily subdued the attackers.

The attackers looked terrified. They recognized the insignia on the suddenly appearing men as the Uncrowned King who had recently made headlines.

The uncrowned ones had already laid a trap and were waiting for them.

"Speak, who sent you?" The maid stepped forward and questioned coldly, exerting a powerful mental pressure.

The attackers gritted their teeth, a resolute glint in their eyes, as if they wanted to destroy themselves.

But the maid was faster, pointing a finger at his forehead and forcefully interrupting his self-destructive thoughts, plunging him into deeper confinement and pain.

"If you don't talk, we have plenty of ways to make you talk."

The maid stood up and looked out the window at the ice lion.

At this moment, the Ice Lion had arrived directly in front of the sleeping quarters, unstoppable.

Just as it raised its giant claws and stretched them toward the window, it paused.

The next second, its form rapidly disintegrated, reverting to Lionheart's normal form.

Beta's improved Soul-Transfer Potion is specifically designed to counter Lionheart.

The maid walked to the spot where the Ice Lion Heart had fallen, intending to retrieve it.

boom!
A heavy, mountain-like pressure suddenly descended, and the light prison that enveloped the bedchamber shattered as easily as fragile glass.

Everyone near the sleeping quarters was struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood, flying backward, and crashing heavily to the ground.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a dark gray magic robe, with a somber face and eyes as deep as an abyss, appeared in the center of the bedchamber at some unknown time.

Just standing there, it was as if the surrounding space had frozen.

"The Grey Witch House... Headmaster..."

The Lionheart Kingdom's royal knight struggled to raise his head, recognized the newcomer, and his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

Alpha, disguised as a maid, was somewhat taken aback.

They anticipated that someone would target Princess Elsa, so they laid an ambush in advance, including the seventh-tier Ice Lion Heart.

But they didn't expect that the Dean of the Grey Demon School was the mastermind behind it all.

The fact that the Dean of the Grey Demon Academy has taken the initiative to appear at this moment clearly indicates that he intends to break off all pretense of civility.

Alpha frowned.

That's an eighth-tier archmage; all of them combined are no match for him.

The Dean of the Grey Demon Academy raised his hand and sucked the Ice Lion Heart from the ground into his hand.

Then, he looked at Elsa in the bedchamber and raised his hand again.

Elsa's shield lit up again, but in the face of absolute power, the shield vanished instantly like a bubble.

Just as Elsa's body flew out uncontrollably and was about to fall into the hands of the Dean of the Grey Mage's House.

"Grey, you're overreaching."

A calm yet powerful female voice rang out.

A pure white light descended from the sky, slashing towards Grey, the headmaster of the Grey Mage's House, like a sharp sword.

Dean Gray's expression changed slightly, and he had no choice but to withdraw his hand, take a half step back, and look solemnly at the entrance of the hall.

Suddenly, an elven woman, dressed in a plain white dress, with cascading silver hair and an ethereal, otherworldly air, stood quietly there.

“Head of the White Mage’s House, Mavis…” Grey’s voice turned extremely somber: “You’ve been watching me all along.”

"Professor Ron's reminder before the Magic Festival made it hard for me not to keep an eye on your movements."

White Mage Mavis, the headmistress of the White Mage's House, slowly entered the hall. The soft white light emanating from her body rivaled Grey's gloomy gray light, largely neutralizing the suffocating pressure.

"I never imagined that you would ultimately take this forbidden step."

(End of this chapter)