Rebellion?

Anya gave Benjamin a bright, untainted smile, her voice ethereal and pleasant.

"Mr. Benjamin, it has been a long time. This... is my grandmother's plane. I'm very happy to see you again, even under these circumstances."

She then looked at Viola and obediently bowed. "Aunt Viola, you're here."

At the form of address, "Aunt," the corner of Viola's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, but she still helplessly accepted the seniority.

Meanwhile, seeing Anya's pure, shy, heartbreakingly delicate appearance, the corner of Benjamin's mouth twitched just as subtly.

He knew this woman's true colors all too well.

That innocent, pure exterior was nothing more than a carefully painted layer of camouflage!

Peel back that skin, and hidden beneath was the soul of a madwoman who would stop at nothing for research, whose burning gaze could scorch a person alive.

Their brief encounter during the graduation trial had already made him understand this "genius's" nearly obsessive desire to probe the unknown.

Viola did not have as much inner drama as Benjamin. She went straight to the point and asked with a frown, "Anya, what exactly happened? How did this plane become like this?"

Anya visibly fell silent for a moment. Her slender fingers unconsciously twisted the corner of her clothes before she finally answered in a somewhat embarrassed whisper, "It was... the servant races in Grandmother's plane that were originally kept as observation samples... They rebelled."

"Rebellion?"

The word was like a rusty gear jamming into Benjamin and Viola's thoughts, and identical expressions of almost tangible black-question-mark confusion appeared on both their faces.

Could the word "rebellion" really appear within the territory of an official wizard, especially in the private plane of a Level 6 Wizard?

Benjamin could not help recalling his time in the Golden Garden territory on Noren Plane 147.

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