"Both of you, come to my study."
Liliana's voice echoed through the room.
Her figure melted away again, returning to the two men's shadows.
The room completely returned to peace, as though everything that had just happened had merely been an illusion.
Yet Anglie could still clearly recall the icy aura Urchisa had given off. He turned to glance at Yale, whose face was likewise filled with lingering fear.
Neither of them was in the mood to speak. They simply followed the passage toward Mentor Liliana. Reporting the matter to Liliana of the Negative Energy Department would not make much difference. As one of the strongest Wizards in the academy, Liliana's fearsome reputation had not come from her appearance alone.
Inside the somewhat gloomy study.
Anglie and Yale stood silently by the door. Just moments ago, they had already told their mentor everything in detail.
The terrifying old woman was now deep in thought, her expression grim. The room was completely silent.
After a moment, Liliana tapped the desk.
"You two may leave first. I'll handle this matter. It seems those fellows from the Northern Alliance are getting restless again." Her voice gradually lowered on the final sentence.
Anglie and Yale did not dare say another word. They quietly left the room, carefully shut the door, and each returned to their own quarters.
The message had already been delivered. What remained was a matter for the higher-ups; it was no longer something minor apprentices like them could interfere with.
Anglie lay on the bed, not wanting to get up for a long while.
"I was far too careless," he murmured. "High returns truly never come without high risks." "This mission was simply too dangerous. A single slight mistake, and I'd have gone straight to meet Marx. I absolutely can't be