Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe-Chapter 788: Speculations

The sun gradually set beyond the horizon, dying the evening sky in a shade of red and orange. The backdrop of the sunset cast a blanket of melancholy over Adam.

Despite all that he had just witnessed, he still tried to justify the Headmistress' actions. Because deep down in his heart, he did not want to label her as his enemy.

Is she truly part of the Cult? He wondered, his heart gripped by sadness.

A flash of hope flickered in his eyes, and he thought, What if… she's being controlled by the Cult?

What is she's unaware of her actions? What is she's being made to carry out these tasks against her will?

Yes, that could also be the case…

But the truth remained.

Helene Godfrey was his enemy.

Adam clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in frustration and anger. "Damn it!" He roared, his thunderous voice drowned by the cries of the seagulls and the bustle of the dockside.

There's still a chance she is being controlled by some kind of enchantment spell, he thought.

I cannot rule out that idea since the Cult Leader seems to have a deep proficiency in the magic from the School of Enchantment.

Regardless, if she's doing this of her own volition or if she's being controlled, I cannot make a move on her now.

Yes… I cannot.

His eyes narrowed, and his gaze landed on the elderly woman dressed in Magus robes, surrounded by professors of the Clover Academy, making her way out of the city.

It would appear that Headmistress Godfrey's work here was done. For now, at least.

Adam gazed at the old headmistress' departing figure with complicated emotions. He would refrain from confronting her at the moment or any time in the near future.

For in doing so, he would inevitably alert the Cult Leader. He couldn't risk that.

But that didn't mean he wouldn't be keeping an eye on her. He was planning to put in place several arrangements to spy on her.

At this point, he couldn't even trust the people from the Brotherhood. He had reasons to believe that this ancient organization may have already been infiltrated by the Cult of Bones.

Of course, these were still his speculations, after all. He did not have any conclusive evidence to support his claims.

But Adam always liked to be cautious regarding such matters.

I can only trust the old man, he thought, his expression turning grave.

A gust of wind blew by, whipping up the hems of his clothes. The youth heaved a helpless sigh.

Tumultuous waves rose in his heart and his mind was a mess.

He felt lost.

…

"Make sure the kids are properly tended to," Headmistress Godfrey sternly instructed the professors as they made their way to the city gates.

"Although this is just a branch of the Academy, the children should not feel lacking. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Headmistress!" The group of professors around her respectfully answered.

"Hmm." The old woman nodded her head. "Make sure to transfer the brightest students of the first and second years to Moon City. This should serve as enough motivation for the new kids—"

Suddenly, the words got caught in her mouth and she hurriedly turned her head around. She gazed in the direction of the Hannes Clock Tower, her eyes narrowing.

Her gaze shifted to the top of the clock tower, but she didn't find anything… or anyone.

Strange, she thought.

"Headmistress, is something the matter?"

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The old woman turned back around and revealed a faint smile. She shook her head and spoke in jest, "Yes, I think I am starting to grow senile."

…

Adam walked through the crowded cobblestone streets with a large gourd of wine in hand. Needless to say, he was in an extremely terrible mood.

In his mind, he kept debating whether the Headmistress was truly a cultist or if she was being forced by those heinous Magi.

Even after several hours had passed since the elderly woman had left the city, he was still unable to believe what he had witnessed in the underground tunnel.

As he was drinking large mouthfuls from the gourd, he noticed a middle-aged woman in khaki robes standing in front of him, blocking his way.

Seeing that the person still wasn't moving as he closed the distance, Adam appeared visibly frustrated. "Move to the side if you're planning to stand there all day, woman!"

With that said, he walked right past her, shooting an annoyed look at her. However, right at that moment, the woman's voice drifted into his ears.

No, to be more precise. Her words echoed inside his mind!

'In twilight, we find truth.'

Adam froze in his footsteps and instantly willed the lotus to clear his mind. His eyes shone with a sober glint as he turned to look at the khaki-robed woman.

'In shadows, we seek wisdom,' he answered through Mind Whisper.

When the woman had cast Mind Whisper, he had noticed the mana fluctuations radiating from her.

A Rank 2 - Mana Liquefaction Magus!

The brunette woman turned around and cast a curious glance at the youth. Her nose wrinkled ever so slightly from the pungent smell of alcohol wafting from Adam.

The rumors were true, she thought. The Dark King really is a drunkard!

'What do you want from me, Miss?' Adam sent a mental transmission, his tone polite.

'Greetings, my lord.' The woman pressed her hand against her chest and gave a respectful bow. She conjured a scroll and handed it to Adam with both hands.

'My Lord, I have been instructed to give this to you,' she said politely.

'Who's the sender?' Adam's brows furrowed.

'I am unaware, my lord.' The woman shook her head. After a brief pause, she added, 'All I know is that it is related to the town of Constantine.'

Adam's eyes narrowed. 'Constantine! You mean…'

'Yes, my lord,' the woman said with a respectful nod, her eyes flickering with admiration.

'Your presence is requested there at once!'