Another World: The Failed Magician

Outside Norvis College, a group of about twenty teachers were gathered together in a tense atmosphere.

Fortunately, the students in the academy had already been evacuated; otherwise, it's hard to imagine how many casualties that terrifying explosion would have caused.

"Have you contacted parliament?"

An elderly teacher at the head of the group asked a teacher who was fiddling with a communication array.

"I still can't get in touch with them. I've checked several times, and the magic array is fine."

"There's no problem, how could we not be able to contact you? Why don't you check again?"

A middle-aged teacher asked nervously.

"There's really no problem. I check this magic circle twice a day."

The middle-aged teacher wanted to speak, but the older teacher stopped him.

"We're all in a real hurry right now, so please don't make things difficult for Enki. The fact that we can't contact the council means they've probably done something to sabotage things."

The old teacher sighed.

"It seems the other side came prepared."

"Then what to do now?"

"With our strength, we can't get involved in the battles inside the academy. All we can do now is wait and see what happens outside. Maybe we'll come in handy."

The old teacher's words could not dispel everyone's worries. Everyone present was very upset and anxious, but there was nothing they could do.

"Hey! Didn't I tell you to go home? What are you doing back here? I've already told you, the academy is dangerous right now! Go back!"

Upon hearing the sound, everyone looked toward the source of the sound.

The teacher on the outermost edge was talking to two students who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

But the two students kept their heads down and didn't say a word.

Looking back at this scene, the old teacher suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and an ominous premonition crept into his heart.

"return!"

The teacher who had just reprimanded the students looked at the older teacher with a puzzled expression.

He saw that the old man had drawn a long knife and was rushing towards him at high speed.

He suddenly realized what was happening.

Just as he was about to turn around, a hand suddenly pierced through his chest.

The old teacher looked at the man lying on the ground, his aged face filled with anger.

The two students raised their heads at that moment.

They had a strange eye painted on their foreheads.

The two walked slowly toward the academy like puppets on strings.

"Stop!"

The old teacher shouted loudly.

The two people acted as if they hadn't heard anything and continued walking towards the academy.

"Go together."

At the old man's command, more than twenty teachers, whose minimum strength was martial arts master, rushed towards the two.

……

The once bustling administration building was now completely empty, with not a single person in the corridors.

Inside a room, Karl was sitting on a wooden chair.

He was unusually not dealing with work, and just sat quietly in his chair.

At that moment, a boy pushed open the door and walked in.

"Congressman Carl! The crowd and staff have mostly evacuated. Get ready, let's evacuate together."

Carl nodded in satisfaction.

"You go."

"Can…"

"This is an order!"

Karl said sternly.

"Yes!"

After saying that, the boy walked out of the room.

He glanced at Karl one last time before closing the door. He wanted to offer the old man one last piece of advice, but considering the old man's temper, the boy reluctantly closed the door.

After the boy left, Karl enjoyed a rare period of peace and quiet.

Carl suddenly felt that something was missing.

He opened the drawer in front of him.

At first glance, he didn't see what he was looking for, so he moved the items on top aside, trying to find what he wanted.

"I never expected that the senator I thought would be the hardest to kill would not have a single bodyguard by his side, not even the secret guard who was always by your side."

An ordinary-looking man suddenly appeared in the room, and a strange eye was also drawn on his forehead.

Carl acted as if he hadn't heard the man speak, continuing to rummage through the drawers, only his movements unconsciously quickened.

"Are you that confident? It's no secret that you're a Grand Magister."

"Lokak, if you want to make a move, then hurry up. If you want to have a chat, then sit still for now."

The man wasn't in a hurry. He found a chair, moved it to the opposite side of Karl, and sat down.

He was as calm and collected as someone who had everything under control.

Fortunately, Karl stopped what he was doing after only a short while.

A smile forced onto his aged face.

"Thank goodness you're still here."

Carl took a pack of cigarettes from the drawer.

"You made me wait all this time just to get this?"

Carl didn't answer, but took one out, snapped his fingers, and a tiny flame lit the cigarette.

The old man first took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled.

The small room was soon filled with smoke.

"Now I know why Lu Xuan likes to snap his fingers. You know, casting magic like that does feel a bit more skillful."

"I never expected that you would want to smoke at the last minute. I thought you were someone who had no desires."

Carl looked at the man as if he were an idiot.

The man remained motionless, but the eerie eye on his head shifted slightly, as if it disliked the look.

"It's okay. You won't be as relaxed as you are now in a while. To be honest, I initially thought you were a tough opponent."

"Who knew you were like White? If you hadn't sent the mage legion to protect those ants, I would have been in a pretty tough spot."

"If a country can't even protect its own people, what's the point of its existence?"

"You were still spouting these high-sounding words even as you died."

"It's alright, it's because I was kind. I'll let you be the last one to leave, I'll make the other members of parliament die in front of you, and then destroy this country."

Carl finished his cigarette while the other person was speaking.

He reached into the cigarette pack to take out a new one.

Upon closer inspection, the cigarette pack was empty; the one they had just smoked was the last one.

"Oh well, one is fine too. It's good enough to have one to smoke."

The eerie eyes on the man's head spun even faster after seeing Karl's nonchalant attitude.

"If nothing unexpected happens, you'll hear good news soon."

"Isn't it just that there's a mole among your members of parliament? You're acting like I don't know anything about it."

"what!"

"Although I don't know who it is, I had already guessed that one of your people was among the councilors."

"So what if you know? I've still caught you."

Carl calmly put the cigarette case back into the drawer.

"You're actually quite naive. Haven't you figured it out yet?"

"What do you want to understand?"

“My death is also part of the plan.”