Simple and Brutal Trump Card

The light screens in the room had not yet fully shut down, tactical images and data analyses still floating in midair.

Clark walked up to the main console, casually shut off several light screens, then turned to Benjamin.

"I just received the intelligence report you submitted for this mission." His voice was as calm as ever, but what he said next made Benjamin freeze. "Well done. I truly hadn't expected you to defeat Illusion."

Benjamin blinked before he could react, and Viola's sharp intake of breath came from beside him.

"W-wait!" Her voice cracked. "Illusion?! Not some other Level 6 Wizard, but Illusion? And you actually beat him?!"

Benjamin turned and saw the words what the hell written all over Viola's delicate face.

Her silver-gray eyes were wide open, her lips slightly parted, and all her usual elegance and composure had vanished.

She was not the only one.

Several Level 7 Wizards who had yet to leave were standing in a corner of the command room. Hearing this, they all turned, their gazes falling in unison on Benjamin.

Benjamin felt a little uncomfortable under their stares, but he now understood that Illusion must have been the Level 6 Wizard who wielded Fantasy Law.

He cleared his throat and asked quietly, "Um... is Illusion famous?"

"Famous?" Viola blurted out. "He's far more than famous! Do you know who that guy is?"

Benjamin shook his head.

Viola took a deep breath, seeming to struggle to organize her words, but in the end decided to explain in the most straightforward way. "In terms of combat power alone, he truly isn't among the very strongest of the titled Level 6 Wizards. But that's because the [Fantasy] Law he possesses is naturally inferior to those Wizards who specialize in destruction."

She paused, then continued, "But