"What do you mean? The scene you set up was destroyed?!"
Three days earlier, after Flora, the young instructor from Saint Antonia Academy of Magic, left, an enraged shriek from Eunice Lawrence rang out within Roland Town's Lord's Mansion.
"When did it happen?"
Before her, Eunice's fiancé, Baron Lar, stammered and did not dare raise his eyes to look at her.
"I... I don't know..."
Baron Lar's eyes darted about, but Eunice immediately seized him by the collar. "You'd better answer my question honestly, Lar. If Mother finds out you made such a huge blunder, believe me, Lawrence has ten thousand ways to make you disappear without a trace!"
"I'll talk... I'll talk!"
Lar shook like a leaf. "It was ten days ago, the day after everything was arranged."
"I was afraid you'd blame me if you found out, so I..."
"Are you a pig?!"
Eunice kicked him to the floor. "Something this important, and you're only telling me now?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Eunice. I know I was wrong. Please, don't tell Lady Caroline, or she'll definitely call off our engagement!"
Lar crawled to her feet and clutched her leg tightly.
"Miss Eunice, I can't lose you..."
Eunice kicked him away again without mercy. "Get lost! You idiot, tell me—how are we supposed to deal with that bitch from Saint Anthony Academy?"
"I... I never expected her to come personally..."
Lar covered his face. Ever since he discovered that the scene he had arranged according to Eunice's instructions had been destroyed, he had been clinging to a faint hope.
The loss of disciples from Saint Anthony Mage Academy was indeed no small matter, but when such incidents had occurred more than a decade ago, the local town had merely been tasked with investigating them, followed by an academy steward being