To the Alliance's young wizards, First University had many mysterious places.
For example, the ever-changing Book Mountain Hall—no one had ever counted exactly how many bookshelves it contained, much less how many books. Then there was the Jabir and Valentine Alchemy Magic Laboratory, which researched the Philosopher's Stone; it was said that the famous alchemist Dr. Duzem had once worked there as an assistant. And then there was the Black Prison, which held countless powerful demons and Fallen Wizards.
Yet all the mysteries of those places combined could not compare to that one institution within the school.
The Relevant Department.
Every graduation season, countless young people who refused to believe the rumors, carrying the pride of having just become Registered Wizards, submitted applications to join the Relevant Department.
But no one had ever claimed to receive an admission notice from that place.
This ghostlike department that lingered over Puji Island was privately called "that place at First University" by many in the Alliance. Their words carried complex emotions—curiosity, disgust, envy, awe—and, naturally, perhaps a certain Conceal Like the Deep born simply from the words "Forbidden Curse."
Even the Grand Judges of Danhaag, whose status stood above all others in the Alliance, always kept silent when the Relevant Department was mentioned. After all, the Codex could at most bind and regulate those at the rank of Archwizard. Beyond that, Legendary Wizards could leap beyond the River of Time and Destiny; a few rigid statutes could not casually tell them what to do. Lord Marshall might at most complain in private that "the request for assistance sent over there was returned again" or "even First University can't control them," then shake his head, dip his quill pen in the inkwell, and cross out a name in the trial record.
No names.
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