Dark Clouds

"Our strength is too thin. What we're facing is Lanying Tower's high-energy tactical forces—a highly resistant assassin squad composed entirely of mage hunters. As pure mages, we are no match for them," the face said helplessly.

"Besides, this matter has been investigated for so long, and too many forces are involved.

Whether it is Kenhart or the other prisoners, they are all sacrifices decided by the final game.

This is no longer an outcome that can be determined by the case alone," the other party explained.

"So, whether Kenhart is the murderer or not, he has to confess?" Dora asked coldly.

"You could say that. We did our best, Dora. Sorry," the face replied apologetically.

"I understand." Dora's expression grew colder and colder. "I understand your position. The favor you owed me before can be considered repaid."

"Thank you for understanding. Then, farewell." The face gave one final reply before slowly fading away.

Dora stood blankly before the experiment table. The experimental materials that usually interested her most lay right in front of her, yet she had no interest in them at all now.

After a long while.

She mechanically began packing her things, then walked up to the second floor step by step.

Arriving at the summoning laboratory on the second floor, she dragged a huge wooden chest out from the corner.

She opened the lid and mechanically took out, one by one, the various pieces of equipment and magical devices she had once used on the battlefield.

As the vice principal of Spirit Calamity Academy, Kenhart appeared to hold great power and authority. Yet in truth, among those of the same standing, in this case, there was no one besides her who could help him.

In the past, those seemingly unbreakable connections and seemingly stable alliances of interest