She had chosen the most decisive method, completely freeing herself from the Demon King's control.
From her standpoint, she had done everything possible to achieve the best of both worlds.
Dark quickly realized that his deduction was very likely the truth.
He clutched the "Great Prophecy" tightly and forcefully exhaled the foul air he had drawn into his lungs.
Perhaps because he had known from the very beginning that the Demon King's escape was inevitable, Ophelia Brad's actions did not affect him too deeply.
Even if Ophelia Brad had not done this, the Demon King would surely have escaped by some other means.
Whether the heretical Cult rescued him, remnants of the Demon Race rescued him, or there was a traitor within the Holy Church, it made little difference.
For the most part, he had observed the matter from the detached perspective of a spectator.
Now, he merely felt that a hero from his mother's era had ultimately met such a tragic end. It was somewhat bleak.
"Is there still any chance to save her?"
He looked down at Victor, whose sobs were gradually weakening even as his grief deepened, and his thoughts raced faster than ever before.
"Dimon, what did you think of?" Ryan Harks asked, watching Dark sink into thought with concern.
But Dark had no intention of sharing the results of his deduction with Ryan Harks.
Ryan Harks was not a qualified magus. His accomplishments in theoretical magitech knowledge were likely inferior even to Dark's, a first-year student's. There was no need to discuss it with him.
Blocking out Ryan Harks's influence, Dark turned and walked around the area. In the end, his gaze fell upon the bottle floating above the magic circle.
"Setting aside the effects that the 'Great Prophecy' has had on reality,