At that moment, someone appeared soundlessly behind Chen Fan. Waist-length silver hair, a well-formed face whose expression could not be read, surgical scrubs despite the bitter cold, and an uncanny aura that seemed to combine man and woman, adult and child, saint and sinner alike—it was Aleister Crowley, Chairman of Academy City, who had remained within the Academy City Council building all this time.
Chen Fan sensed Aleister's appearance almost the instant he arrived. He stood up, turned around, and looked at Aleister, his expression unchanged by Aleister's arrival.
He merely looked at Aleister and said, "You're getting impatient."
Aleister replied just as calmly, "If I don't appear now, I may have even less of a chance later. This is the best opportunity, isn't it?" Aleister had seen Chen Fan fight the archangel and Right Fire. Now was the best time to deal with Chen Fan. If he delayed any longer, there was no telling what might happen. Especially now that Chen Fan's right eye had closed from overusing his power, Aleister naturally felt confident.
Chen Fan also knew that Aleister was very likely to appear. If he were Aleister, he would not have let this opportunity pass either.
"It seems we don't have any conflict of interest, do we? And I've made no small contribution to Academy City. This man started the world war, and I helped you deal with the head of the Roman Orthodox Church." Chen Fan smiled.
"That was then. But your existence is now a threat. The best way to deal with an uncontrollable existence is to destroy it while it can still be destroyed." Aleister's fingers moved. Space rippled, and a curved silver wand appeared—the Impact Staff, Aleister's Spirit Gear. Even on the Magic Side, this wand had its own legends.
"I see. But