Wizard Norton had been right. When it came to dealing with Flim, he certainly hadn't been the one doing most of the work.
Let's go back to when Thor and Byron noticed Flim's figure fading inside the castle.
By then, Flim had completed the Soul-Splitting Technique. All that remained was for Ula to finish the final teleportation array.
Meanwhile, Ula was enjoying a dinner from the Kema Principality with Gorsa.
The two sat across from each other. After the servants brought in the last dish, they left the room.
Once the doors closed, only the two of them remained.
Gorsa looked over the table laden with food and the golden Amber Wine in his glass. Gradually, he lost interest.
He leaned back in his high-backed chair, resting his hands on the pristine tablecloth, fingers interlaced. Only the faintest trace of a smile remained on his face.
"This is our seventh dinner together, isn't it? I'm tired of playing house. We should talk about the Death Wizard Diary."
Ula wore a red, figure-hugging mermaid gown, a style that seemed to have come from Nephrite.
She sat up straight, her neck long and her arms as fair as jade. She elegantly carved up the food on her plate with a knife and fork, every bit the poised beauty.
But the mess scattered across the floor showed that she wasn't nearly as composed as she seemed.
At Gorsa's question, Ula didn't stop eating. She put a piece of bloody meat into her mouth, wiped her lips delicately, then answered unhurriedly, "I don't know what the Death Wizard Diary is. But I've heard your Junior Apprentice became a high-ranking Wizard so quickly despite his lack of innate Magic Power talent because he had that Witchcraft Item."
Gorsa shrugged. "That's because I taught him well."