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Two days later, Lilith wasn't the only one who noticed something was wrong.

When Mrs. Withers, the city magistrate of Goredia, arrived at the college, the meeting room was already in complete chaos, like a marketplace.

"A collective nightmare? I've never heard of that!"

Amidst the flying teaware and teacups, someone grabbed a cup of black tea that was about to be blown away and shouted loudly.

"Then you should use your brain more; it's clearly starting to rust, Steven." Colin's thin fingers flipped through the heavy book in his hand, teasing his colleague without even looking up.

"A legendary knight's travelogue records a similar event that occurred in a town in the Gaia Empire. The town's residents experienced nightmares on the same night and then descended into chaos. The townspeople spontaneously gathered in the town square to dance tirelessly."

"I just don't like reading leisure books..." Professor Steven said indignantly.

"Oh, let me guess, these people were labeled as heretics by the Church of Light and purged?" Instructor Hearst asked, rubbing the newly grown stubble on his chin and yawning.

“It’s not their turn to make a move.” Colin put down the one-way mirror in his hand: “The townspeople can’t stop dancing, even if their feet are bloody and mangled, from sunrise to sunset, until they die of exhaustion.”

The Church of Light calls it the 'Dream Plague,' and although it is uncommon, it has occurred more than once.

“Perhaps this disaster itself was a purge of the church?” Teacher Luna said sharply. “I’ve heard this legend before, but if you think about the timeline, it’s a story that happened during the church’s expansion period.”

Teacher Wanda slapped her thigh suddenly: "Very likely! Compared to something as unverifiable as the Dream Plague, this situation is more like magic, or even a curse, like a witch's curse or something... Phoebe!"

The witch, who was huddled in the back row grooming the monkey's fur, was suddenly called out and startled: "What?"

Ms. Wanda looked suspicious: "What did you add to the essential oils that night at the ball? You weren't using the whole school as guinea pigs for your new potion, were you?"

He has always had the lowest expectations for his colleagues' work ethics.

Phoebe rolled her eyes without hesitation: "Sage, rosemary, and a bunch of coriander? What, are you allergic to coriander? Then go ahead and report me to the police!"

"But why didn't you dream?"

"How should I know!" Phoebe was driven crazy by this question today.

“I believe it wasn’t Miss Phoebe who did it,” the municipal official finally found a chance to interject and raised her voice.

"Oh, dear, what brings you here?"

Colin then noticed that the conference room door had been opened again and the new guest had been standing there for a while. He quickly went forward and led Mrs. Withers to the round table in the middle of the conference room.

Meanwhile, Phoebe glared angrily at Wanda: "You really sent someone to arrest me?!"

“That’s not the case, Miss Witch, but I think my purpose is not hard to guess.” Mrs. Withers said directly after taking her seat, “The impact of this dream plague is not limited to the campus, esteemed professors.”

Colin said carefully, "...In fact, we haven't defined it as a dream plague yet, madam. Many people did have dreams that night, but that's normal. Everyone dreams."

“If that were the case, I don’t think you would have gathered here today,” the municipal official calmly assessed.

The gazes of everyone in the conference hall met.

“Jacqueline noticed it first.” Rebecca answered Mrs. Withers’s question while leaning against the wall without sitting down: “Yesterday, quite a few students came to Stargazing Castle to have their dreams interpreted. Their dreams were all sorts of things, nothing unusual, but there was one child…”

Rebecca's voice turned serious: "He's a first-grader. Logically speaking, he's only just learned some theory and can barely be called a magic apprentice. But he said he dreamed that he became a great magician who developed unique spells, and he even remembered some fragments of the spells when he woke up."

Jacqueline wrote down the spell and gave it to Luna. We tried it, and it actually worked to stir up the elemental forces…”

This is why the teachers took it seriously, since they all had some fragmented memories of their dreams from that night.

“Not everyone dreams, or forgets it when they wake up,” Rebecca continued. “For example, Phoebe, she’s perfectly normal.”

Mrs. Withers nodded knowingly: "We've roughly figured out the pattern. The security team on duty that night showed no abnormalities. On the contrary, those who didn't need to patrol and went to bed early were all affected to some extent."

"It's related to time?" Phoebe understood a little. She covered her face with a coquettish smile and said, "Oh dear, I was on a date with Simon at that time!"

She would never admit that she was working overtime in a miserable way.

"Indeed, it seems something is affecting the sleeping person." Mrs. Withers nodded, looking around without finding anything. "Where is Mr. Simon?"

Phoebe immediately protested, "He was kicked out by Colin!"

Mrs. Withers: ...

The old man paid no attention to the witch's wild accusations and explained to the municipal official, "It's enrollment season now. Simon is only busy for a few months each year. I told him to set off early and bring the children back safely as soon as possible."

Upon learning that the acting principal was absent, Mrs. Withers looked worried: "We might be in trouble."

The conference room fell silent.

“A nobleman from Highgarden suddenly lost control of his emotions one night, running into the street shouting that the Void Beasts were about to attack. We've sent people to calm him down, but he insists that his dream was too vivid and must be divine guidance. Many people were frightened and admitted that they also had strange dreams that night…”

"In the chaos, someone mentioned the legends related to the plague, and thinking of the townspeople's fate in those legends, they became even more terrified. Now, that nobleman has fled back to Highgarden, seeking divine protection, and many people have followed him—"

"Oh God! Spare me!" Instructor Hearst cried out, already anticipating what was about to happen.

However, Mrs. Withers continued, "Regardless of whether this public incident is the legendary Dream Plague or not, the Mage's Guild will definitely investigate, and for good reason, I cannot stop them."

"I wonder what crime they'll pin on Greta this time. We need to be prepared."

The light outside the window seemed to have dimmed, and only heavy breathing could be heard in the conference room.

It looks like it's going to rain...

……

Aryan, who had been missing for two days, finally reappeared in the evening. He smiled and climbed onto the windowsill covered with green vines, placed a box of jewelry on the desk, and pushed it toward Lilith.

Lilith, who was busy at work, looked up and was immediately drawn to the jewelry that shimmered with a lustrous sheen, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Where did the pearls come from?"