"Done!"
Professor Medea nonchalantly picked up the book sealed within a barrier and examined it from top to bottom.
Then she asked curiously, "How did you find it?"
A few minutes later, having learned the full story, Medea praised them as she opened the book.
But without reading it closely, she closed it again and returned it to Dark.
Dark asked curiously, "Professor, aren't you going to read it?"
Professor Medea smiled faintly. "It's enough to know what kind of book it is. I have no desire to learn the Demon Race's methods of cultivation."
Dark frowned slightly and asked, "Is there some taboo involved?"
Medea replied meaningfully, "The Demon Race has already gone extinct."
One after another, they entered the inner room.
Though Dark still held the book in his hand, he no longer opened it.
They came to the bedside and looked down at Angus Jeffrey lying on the bed.
Sister Callian asked, "Should we wake him now?"
Professor Sylph's expression turned solemn. "Wake him."
Sister Callian nodded, then suddenly slapped Jeffrey across the forehead.
Smack!
A crisp sound rang out, without the slightest fluctuation of magic.
Dark's vision went black as he watched Angus Jeffrey abruptly wake with a scream, as though from a nightmare.
The moment his eyes flew open, the scream came to an abrupt halt, and his face turned deathly pale.
Then, he immediately glared at Dark Dimon among the crowd, and Dark smiled at him.
Angus Jeffrey clearly had yet to grasp his situation. He instinctively bared his teeth in response. But when his gaze lowered slightly, he saw the copy of Into the Abyss.
His whole body trembled, and he jerked violently as an icy chill pierced him to the bone.
"Don't be afraid."
Professor Kazel's gentle voice sounded beside