The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　Even Ophelia Brad and Wit Gold were speechless in this atmosphere.

　After they left, the Demon King's castle, which served as the center of the ritual, collapsed with a roar, and all the hardships and dangers along the way turned into magical dust.

　Amidst a tremendous roar, the hastily constructed ceremony finally came to a close.

　Professor Mydia, atop the spiral clock tower, emerged from the pumpkin carriage.

　She looked down at the quiet castle, took a deep breath, and let the cold air rush into her mouth and nose, penetrating her heart and lungs.

　“What a good sign!”

　……

　"call--"

　The Storm Carpet carried everyone out of the secret room and came to an abrupt stop in the corridor.

　Professor Sylph stepped off the magic carpet first, followed by the rest of the passengers.

　She turned back and did some simple work on the entrance to the secret passage, intending to reseal it later.

　Then she turned to Ryan Hawkes and said, "Professor Hawkes, Tom..."

　“Leave it to me!” Ryan Hex immediately decided.

　He then hoisted Tom Nixon onto his shoulder and walked away quickly.

　“It seems that Cazell’s craftsmanship is indeed excellent.” Professor Sylph shook her head as she looked at Ryan Harker’s prosthetic leg.

　The only remaining issues to deal with are Witt and Robert.

　To date, Witt and Robert still know virtually nothing about the ceremony.

　Sylph wasn't going to explain it to them either.

　"Let's go to the Knights' Academy tower first."

　With that, Professor Sylph led the way toward the Knights' Tower.

　The castle was unusually quiet in the early morning, with the sound of footsteps echoing in the passageways.

　Professor Sylph waved away all the patrolling golems they encountered along the way, and they soon arrived at the Knights' Academy tower.

　With a professor accompanying them, Witt and Robert would not be stopped at the gate.

　But before entering, Witt suddenly turned around and said, "Professor, may I go with you?"

　Professor Sylph shook her head with a serious expression.

　Witt sighed and looked at Ophelia Brad with lingering reluctance.

　Sylph softened and said, "Now that Ophelia is back, you have plenty of time to meet. Go back and get some sleep. You don't need to come to the first summoning class."

　Witt pursed his lips, nodded vigorously, and walked into the gate of the Knights' Academy tower.

　As the door closed, Ophelia Brad, who had been staring at Witt, finally looked away.

　"Alright, it's your turn." Sylph glared at her and said, "Come with me!"

　As she spoke, she waved her hand, and a wind spirit flew out and circled around the three of them.

　Then a gentle breeze blew, carrying them slowly into the air, and they soon flew to the top of the castle—the top of the spiral clock tower.

　Mitia had been waiting anxiously, and she walked towards Ophelia Brad. But after taking half a step, she exclaimed in astonishment, "Lia, what happened to you?"

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　He glanced awkwardly to the side, feeling utterly ashamed.

　"Let's get into the carriage first." Professor Sylph pointed to the carriage, and the four of them entered the pumpkin carriage one after another.

　From the outside, this pumpkin carriage is spacious enough.

　But once inside, you'll find it's much more spacious, almost three times the size of what you see from the outside.

　Dark observed the space inside the carriage with some curiosity, and casually put Leomon back into his magic card, leaving only Devimon to accompany him.

　"Thanks a lot."

　After Professor Mitia invited him to sit down, she took out her wand and pointed it, and a teapot and several teacups flew over and automatically poured tea.

　As the sweet aroma of black tea wafted through the air, the atmosphere inside the carriage eased slightly.

　Dak picked up his teacup, blew on it, took a small sip, and quietly awaited the start of the trial.

　Ophelia Brad sat alone opposite her, her head bowed like a child who had done something wrong.

　Professor Sylph said sternly, "I won't say more. What did you do with the 'Great Prophecy' in the end?"

　Ophelia Brad lowered her head deeply: "I let the Demon King escape?"

　"That's it?" Professor Sylph frowned. "And then, to atone for your sins, you chose to commit suicide?"

　Ophelia Brad said with difficulty, "This is the only way. In fact, I was already transformed into the Demon King's servant when I was in Basdia Prison, and everything I do must be loyal to him."

　Professor Mitis suddenly raised her hand and said, "Wait, are you sure you succeeded?"

　Ophelia Brad slowly said, "I have created a possibility using rituals and the 'Great Prophecy,' but it requires the Demon King's cooperation."

　Professor Mitya said, "So, all your scheming was just to create an opportunity for him to commit suicide?"

　Ophelia Brad lowered her head and said, "That's one way to understand it."

　The carriage fell into a slight silence as a result.

　Dark suddenly spoke up: "So, did the Demon King commit suicide?"

　Ophelia Brad lowered her head even further: "He committed suicide."

　“This is troublesome.” Mitia leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. “If what you’re saying is true, then the Holy Church should be in an uproar right now, right? Hmm, is there anything else you want to say?”

　Ophelia Brad suddenly raised her head, her crimson eyes gleaming with excitement: "Before I died, I could sense that the Demon King had indeed accepted the 'fate' I had created for him, but the ritual didn't end there."

　She then turned to Dark and said sincerely, "Dark Dimon continued and adjusted the ritual. He not only saved me, but also created a completely new 'fate' for the Demon King."

　Sylph frowned and said, "Don't copy everything from Midia. Speak plainly."

　Beside her, Dak suddenly had a flash of inspiration and seemed to understand something.

　Ophelia Brad immediately explained, "In short, the Demon King was originally completely sealed away, without even the chance to commit suicide, but I created an opportunity for him. He would naturally accept and choose to commit suicide. However, because the ritual has a follow-up, he will also have to bear the same fate after suicide, depending on the subsequent development of the ritual. In other words, he will also encounter a fate similar to 'the loss of his intelligence' during the process of being transferred into the vessel, but he is not as lucky as I am..."

　Ophelia Brad looked at Dark and said gratefully, "Although I don't know how Dark did it, it certainly wasn't an ordinary method. Without his help, the Demon King would definitely have encountered difficulties due to the effects of the ritual, such as losing his memory or simply becoming an idiot!"

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Chapter 420 Darkdemon was born great (4k)

　"Loss of memory, or becoming an idiot?"

　The three people inside the carriage looked at each other in bewilderment.

　Professor Mitya pondered, "Is this the outcome foretold in the prophecy? If the Demon King really loses his memory or becomes an idiot, then it's certainly not a bad thing."

　Professor Sylph shook her head: "But that's assuming Ophelia's deduction is correct. And if we can turn him into an idiot, someone else can turn him back to normal. Ultimately, we still need to find a vessel for his reincarnation as soon as possible. Media, can your astrology work?"

　Mitia rolled her eyes: "We're observing the big picture!"

　Dark said gently, "Professor Sylph, even Professor Mitia couldn't perform divination so frequently. Besides, the more precise and difficult the divination, the greater the price to pay."

　Mitia gave him an appreciative look, and then said, "Don't worry, maybe one day I'll wake up and dream about it."

　Professor Sylph pondered for a moment and said, "In short, we need to report this matter to the headmaster. Also, we need to see the Holy Church's reaction. As for matters related to the ritual, they cannot be disclosed. Ophelia's identity cannot be revealed for the time being. Fortunately, not many people participated in the ritual. How much does Tom know about Ophelia?"

　Ophelia said, "Tom didn't know my true identity, and he was unconscious throughout the final stages."

　Professor Sylph nodded: "That makes it even simpler. Witt and Robert won't talk nonsense, and Professor Hax can be trusted."

　Upon hearing Professor Harker's name, Darke couldn't help but ask curiously, "Professor, what exactly is the background of Professor Ryan Harker?"

　Professor Sylph said, "Actually, we only found out recently that he is from the Hall of Heroes."

　Dark frowned, puzzled, and asked, "What kind of organization is the Hall of Heroes?"

　Professor Sylph smiled and said, "It's a mutual aid organization created by some war heroes who are independent of the major powers. In short, you can think of it as a retirement home."

　Dak exclaimed in surprise, "A nursing home?"

　Professor Sylph said, "That's pretty much it. At least that's what they're doing now. Gathering information to help older heroes find new employment or new value."

　Dark: "So this is the kind of organization I thought it was..."

　Professor Sylph said, "Professor Hawkes's work in the history of magic is decent. But being proficient only in modern warfare is not enough to support teaching higher grades. If he is willing to stay at the school next year, we may let him continue teaching first-year students."

　After she finished speaking, she stood up and said, "Now that Ophelia has explained everything, let's not delay and go find Professor Steven Harvey."

　Before dawn, Professor Sylph led everyone directly to the faculty dormitory.

　On the way to the faculty dormitory, she gave Dak a brief introduction to Professor Steven Harvey.

　Steven Harvey was a sixth-year professor of magic at St. Marian Academy and one of the few remaining necromancers.

　Of course, like Professor Kazel, he has successfully transitioned into an excellent mage.

　However, he did not seem to have abandoned his old skills, and even combined them with magical technology research and innovation, making necromancy even more advanced.

　“It’s a necromancer…” Dark was surprised.

　Professor Sylph said, "There are good and bad necromancers. Professor Steven Harvey was sold to the Necropolis as a child and became an experiment for an evil necromancer, which forced him to take the path of a necromancer. He was very aware of the dangers of necromancy to life, so he always adhered to the bottom line in his research and use. Moreover, he pioneered the application of necromancy to medicine, making him a very respectable professor."

　“I see.” Dark said with a hint of anticipation, “I hope Professor Steven Harvey can surprise us.”

　Professor Sylph said very confidently, "No problem."

　……

　The journey was smooth.

　Led by Professor Sylph, the group soon arrived at Professor Steven Harvey's dormitory.

　Professor Sylph gestured for Dark and the others to step aside, then knocked on the dormitory door.

　"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom."

　Professor Steven Harvey did not respond immediately.

　But Professor Sylph was very patient, knocking slowly for half a minute before a rustling sound came from inside.

　"Who is it? So early..."

　The voice coming through the dormitory door carried a hint of weariness.

　After a while, Professor Steven Harvey opened the door.

　He glanced at the person outside the door with some surprise, then looked up and said, "Sylph, is it urgent?"

　“Good morning, Professor Harvey.” Professor Sylph nodded. “Yes, it is indeed urgent.”

　“Then come in first.” Professor Steven Harvey’s gaze quickly fell on Ophelia Brad and the corpse she was carrying, and he immediately led them into the dormitory.

　Dak walked at the back, his eyes filled with curiosity.

　All the way there, he wondered what kind of person Professor Steven Harvey was and what his dormitory was like.

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　As it turned out, the former was pretty much what he expected. Professor Steven Harvey was a short, elderly man, the lines of time particularly prominent on his body. But he looked unexpectedly adorable in his pink pajamas and pink nightcap.

　And the latter...

　Entering the dormitory felt like stepping into a clean, high-tech operating room, completely unlike the gloomy atmosphere I had imagined.

　Forest and terror.

　Professor Steven Harvey clearly noticed Dark's curiosity and said kindly, "Little fellow, are you surprised that there's no blood or intestines in the necromancer's room?"

　Darke frankly replied, "That's true to some extent."

　Professor Harvey smiled and said, "The experiments of necromancers are very sensitive to environmental conditions; even the slightest bit of dirt can adversely affect the experiments. Therefore, we are usually accustomed to keeping them clean and tidy. Well, it seems this magical elf lady has encountered a problem, hasn't it? The corpse you're carrying... um, is it your own?"

　At this point, Professor Steven Harvey showed utter surprise.

　He adjusted his glasses, examined Ophelia Brad and her corpse once more, and exclaimed in astonishment, "How did you do that? You actually managed to completely fuse a person's soul into a magic card!"