Star Pool.
"What magic does Angel possess? Why did everyone else who fell into the ruins basically meet their end in death, while he alone managed to leave safely—and without a scratch?"
Wallace's muttering reached the ears of everyone in the observation pavilion.
His words sounded as though he suspected Angel, but everyone present understood Wallace's temperament. He was not questioning whether Angel had colluded with the creatures inside the ruins; he was simply curious how Angel had managed it.
Nis said, "Isn't it enough that he came out safely? Why fuss over such details?"
Wallace said, "I'm just curious."
Nis was enjoying a massage from a soul servant. Hearing Wallace, he gave a snort of laughter. "Then I'm curious about what's inside the secret room behind the clock cabinet in the dean's office at your White Gull Era Academy. Would you be willing to satisfy my curiosity?"
Wallace had been glaring and bristling at Nis, but the moment he heard that, he fell silent.
Wallace did not want to converse with someone as shameless as Nis. After thinking for a long while, he turned to Iron Armor Granny, who was leisurely sipping rose tea. "Granny, aren't you curious?"
Iron Armor Granny was savoring the fragrance of the rose tea, unhurriedly enjoying the lingering aftertaste it left behind. She did not answer Wallace.
Instead, the witch seated opposite Iron Armor Granny spoke faintly. "I think Nis is right. This is not important. What matters is that he returned safely, and that he passed Rhein's anomaly detection."
Wallace glanced at Liana, whose body was wreathed in scattered phantoms of roses. "I never said Angel was abnormal. I was just thinking, if his method could be widely applied..."
Before Wallace could finish, Iron Armor Granny spoke. "If it could be widely applied,