"Edward?"

"You... indeed, you were brought into the Dream Mirror."

The footsteps of Costate, approaching, slowed in an instant. Unlike Edward's face, filled with surprise, the head of Entrode's agents seemed to have anticipated the scene before him, every move proceeding at his own pace.

Unfortunately for Edward, he was no simple character either.

To be in charge of a city on a ship in the Nameless Sea, his skills had certainly been honed by time.

In the blink of an eye.

The man's attitude towards Costate had completely changed,

"No, this is impossible!"

"Costate, did you betray Entrode? Is that why you can now stand on the soil of the Turbulent Court?"

"..."

Costate was only surprised by Edward's sharpness for a moment before quickly readjusting himself,

"Edward, this area is now called the Governing Court."

"And I am merely going with the flow. The changes of a country are not something I can interfere with personally."

"..."

Edward didn't believe a word of Costate's nonsense.

He knew very well what a powerful Caster could do, let alone someone like Costate, who was outstanding both in status and ability.

At that moment, Edward truly wanted to confront this guy.

But remembering Princess Vilarnika, as mentioned by Ronald, the young man controlled his emotions and stopped talking with Costate.

"..."

Costate, observing Edward, who could keep his composure, altered his expression slightly before turning his head to Ronald,

"Mr. Ronald, could you explain the situation here?"

"And what happened to Torrex?"

Although Costate didn't know what had occurred within the Dream Mirror, Torrex's current state of bewilderment was quite evident.

Considering the previous explosion...

A dire premonition immediately surfaced.

On the other side, Ronald had no intention of minding Costate's feelings, instructing Kangdingrant to handle the surroundings. He stepped forward and bluntly answered,

"The situation is as you see."

"I entered the Dream Mirror, trying to rescue Torrex. However, his current condition is not good, and I don't know if the aftereffects left in the Dream Mirror can be recovered."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Costate's brows furrowed into a tangle.

Torrex was not only one of the top Casters of Entrode but also a core member of the policy-making side. The information, secrets, and even the role he played for the country were irreplaceable.

Considering the current practical situation.

Torrex had disappeared for only a few days, and the Governing Court's work on quelling rebellions started to show oversights—keep in mind it's a very tense time.

Such problems arising in Entrode's winter.

The contradictions and risks would soon ferment, and it's unimaginable for things to go unresolved.

Pondering these issues, Costate received Torrex with a pained expression.

The head of the spies quickly checked his colleague's condition with his own spells, finding the results he least wished to see—hopeless.

"Huuh—"

Costate took a long breath, perking up his Spirit to look at Ronald,

"Mr. Ronald, then what about the explosion?"

"The treasures in the basement, the royal jewels, and the Dream Mirror, are you saying they all perished in the blast just now?"

As he inquired, Costate's gaze naturally wandered toward the lantern in Ronald's hand.

This object was definitely not something Ronald had brought with him into the Dream Mirror.

And now, focusing on it, he could vaguely sense the unique aura it contained.

Just don't mention a reply.

Before Ronald could speak and brush him off, Costate had already, in a very polite manner, returned the chair that was behind him to the front of R'lyeh:

"Indeed, it's not like that."

"The chair you entrusted to me is intact."

R'lyeh's expression almost held.

He stared at the indifferent Costate for a long time, struggling to unclench his tightly held fist as he thought of the power of the monster before him that once defeated him, and finally replied with difficulty:

"Alright, I understand."

Ronald, watching the exchange between R'lyeh and Costate, was surprisingly in a rather good mood.

He walked up to R'lyeh and patted him on the shoulder.

He even began to offer comfort:

"R'lyeh, the explosion in the basement also contained the threat from the Dreamirror. For this country, or at least for this city, it should be more of a benefit than a harm."

"..."

Patter—

Just then, someone jumped down from above their heads.

Ronald and the others had been talking for quite some time, so another Archivist from the governing body who was on duty also hurried over.

"R'lyeh, what's going on here?"

R'lyeh showed the Torrex in his hand, not hiding the bitterness in his voice:

"Good news, Torrex has returned."

The Caster who had just arrived was confused:

"Torrex, didn't you say this guy ran into the Dreamirror? Was the recent explosion because of this?"

"Essentially, yes." R'lyeh nodded with a bitter smile, then added:

"Only, there is also bad news, Torrex has not returned in good condition."

"..."

"Huh?"

The other's expression was clearly not good.

He proactively approached R'lyeh and took Torrex from him, and after whispering an incantation, a radically different Spell began to examine his colleague.

"Cough cough cough—"

Soon, Torrex started to cough violently.

But even after this condition subsided, he still did not show any reaction indicative of returned sanity.

"..."

The Caster fell silent because of the predicament before him, while R'lyeh added from the side:

"I've tried; my Spell can't reverse his condition."

"We can't just wait to die." This Caster was not so pessimistic.

After speaking with firm conviction, he immediately changed his mind:

"R'lyeh, I'm taking Torrex to see Kangdingrant now, there's no complete loss of hope yet."

As his words fell, the Caster was about to leave with Torrex.

But before they actually left the basement, he still thoughtfully instructed R'lyeh:

"Of course, have the executor for memory extraction ready."

"If there really is no hope, we absolutely cannot let the things in Torrex's mind slip by; we need to act quickly."

With his last directive finished.

The Caster quickly disappeared with Torrex.

And R'lyeh, who remained in the basement, looked in the direction of their departure, waited for quite some time before he turned to face Ronald again:

"Mr. Ronald, we won't bother you with the matters here anymore."

"I'll return the 'Silver Key' shortly, and then I will send someone to notify you about the reading rights to the books, as well as the matters regarding the exploration team."

"Please return and wait."

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