As the old mage spoke,
he could not help letting out a heavy sigh, a trace of weariness and helplessness flashing through his eyes.
"If possible, I truly hoped to rebuild the entire academy from the ground up, creating an academic sanctuary that was purer and filled with greater hope.
That was also the direction Elda and old Hughie Fal had always wished for.
Therefore, I hoped you could go to Gatekeepers Academy.
Truly push all this forward. Just as Lao Yu once said in the Grand Museum of Coastal Old Town, my identity had already become an obstacle to many substantive changes."
"Allow me to refuse.
Perhaps that place would suit Jiang Menghan better, and I already had an agreement with Saint Mourning—Hughie Fal."
To his surprise, Su Wen gave a carefully considered refusal:
"But I still appreciate your proposal.
There was another question that had been troubling me all along:
What about the masquerade ball? What exactly did they hope to achieve?"
Upon hearing the name "masquerade ball," the Slavic old man Gustav, seated in the distance, could not help shaking his head:
"They are a group of fools whose eyes have been blinded by history's fading glow.
They do not understand what they are doing at all.
Could humanity's civilization truly be inferior to the gods of the First Era, the dragons and elves of the Second Era, and the sea of stars of the Third Era?
The Great Library would never allow such misguided ideas to continue spreading."
However, Old Constance stopped him from continuing his condemnation.
Instead, he spoke in a calmer, more rational tone:
"Their actions were indeed more radical.
They were also very likely inextricably tied to certain twisted plans within Lorenz Riel.
But forcing their existence into the open, even making them