The Collapse

"Mr. Derson, I've seen you before!"

The man who claimed to be a magician had been brought into the reception room, where he was under layers of surveillance.

Paul looked at the man and recalled a scene from not long ago, in the church at Totol Village.

Cecil sat on his left, Laddie on his right, and a crystal ball was placed in front of the Witch.

Derson sat upright, doing his best to suppress the excitement in his heart.

He carefully observed once more the young lord sitting across from him, whom he had regarded as a target not long ago.

From his appearance, he was just an ordinary Aldo Person.

Paul said, "Perhaps you should explain why you came here?"

His lips moved a few times before Derson spoke.

"Earl Greiman, are you a god?"

The reception room fell silent. No one had expected that to be his first question.

"Ha!" Paul's mocking laugh broke the silence. "How strange. Why would you say that?"

Derson glanced at the crystal ball in front of Laddie, which was giving off a faint glow, and said, "That beautiful lady is a Spellcaster. It seems you already know my identity."

"Then let me be honest with you. I'm a Spellcaster who studies the Mental Domain. That day in the church, I participated in probing your mind as the Mentor's assistant."

His words instantly reminded Paul of the strange experience he had that day—countless fragments hidden deep within his memories had suddenly flashed through his mind one after another.

He immediately became highly tense! If the mage before him had seen enough, could he have already deduced that Paul was a transmigrator from another world? Almost instinctively, he said in an almost threatening tone, "I hope you can keep your head clear."

"Oh,