Chapter 50: Is There Something Wrong with the Way You're Lying? (Please Keep Reading!!!)

Vivian gazed at the mage tower before her, now reduced to a smoldering ruin, and quietly turned to her teacher.

"This shouldn't be my fault, right?"

Ron was utterly dumbfounded at the sight.

While he had been downstairs gathering supplies, Vivian had already returned to Paravi.

He was aware of that.

Since Vigarfait had been causing trouble for Trevor at the Paravi Magic Association, Vivian went to report the events that had occurred at the Druid tribe to her teacher.

Vigarfait had previously instructed her to inform her upon returning.

Vivian had always been an obedient child, so she went straight to see her teacher as soon as she got home.

Ron knew this too.

While he was wandering around the supermarket, Vivian had already arrived at the mage tower where the Magic Association was located.

And then?

Because he had accidentally entered the spirit realm dungeon, Ron’s attention was completely drawn to the various cans of sinners’ souls and the bizarrely powered canned goods, leaving him oblivious to what was unfolding in the spirit realm.

He could multitask, but those cans were simply too captivating.

Besides, he genuinely believed Vivian couldn't possibly cause any trouble.

From entering to leaving the dungeon, Ron had spent less than twenty minutes.

This meant Vivian had, in under twenty minutes, blown up the entire Paravi Magic Association.

Where on earth did she get such overwhelming power?

Curiosity piqued, Ron began to sift through the previous texts.

Fortunately, the stabilizer’s translation had historical records, so authors didn’t need extraordinary memories to recall details of events.

When Vivian arrived at the Magic Association, Vigarfait was confronting Trevor.

Due to the tense frontline battles of the Empire, Magic Associations across the land had issued summons to local magicians.

Though Vigarfait wasn’t formally schooled, as a registered mage, she and her students naturally fell within the scope of conscription.

On the surface, she was merely seeking an explanation.

Trevor looked at the red-haired woman before him with a scowl.

To him, non-academic magicians were all wild mages, even though Vigarfait was already a grand mage.

Trevor steadfastly refused Vigarfait’s request and pressed her with imperial decrees.

He demanded that Vigarfait disband her school.

This decree was essentially aimed at independent magicians who, under the guise of recruiting magic apprentices, were actually enlisting magical servants.

They had numerous mages under their name; though most were weak, they were useful filler.

Scholarly magicians mostly hailed from noble backgrounds, tangled in complex political webs that made it difficult to send them to the frontlines for deadly battles.

Therefore, magic apprentices who joined independent mages and performed magical experiments became the best filler recruits.

Of course, the Empire was reluctant to offend those genuinely powerful independent mages.

Hence, the decree left a loophole for these mages’ prized disciples.

After their independent schools disbanded, these apprentices could attend magical academies with a recommendation letter from the local Magic Association.

Vigarfait was always low-key; despite her rank as a grand mage, she was relatively unknown within the Empire.

So when she came to stir trouble, Trevor showed no kindness—and promptly got beaten up.

Reading this, Ron couldn’t help but admire how much Vigarfait cared for her students.

If she hadn’t stepped up to show her strength, her students might have been forcibly conscripted—the Magic Association’s recommendation letter was no small matter.

When Vivian arrived at the Magic Association, she happened to witness Vigarfait mercilessly beating Trevor.

There was no trace of lingering soul energy on Trevor.

Looking at Trevor sprawled on the ground, Vivian’s face showed confusion.

Then what was all the collected residual souls for?

"Unexpectedly, Paravi still harbors such a powerful mage," an elderly man said warmly as he stepped out, positioning himself between Vigarfait and Trevor.

He was Dillen Frank, head of the Empire’s Magic Academy.

From expressions alone, it was clear Vigarfait knew Dillen.

"He’s my student; give me some face," Dillen smiled at Vigarfait.

"I have no intention to harm him. I merely seek a way out for my students," Vigarfait said, noticing Vivian outside the mage tower.

"They are all exceptionally talented magicians."

Vigarfait’s words were clearly meant to shield her students from conscription.

This implied the Magic Association needed to find a suitable academy for each of them.

Trevor was naturally unwilling.

If Ron didn’t know what Trevor was up to behind the scenes, he might have thought Vigarfait was being unreasonable.

But then again, this world was ruled by the strong.

Vigarfait’s superiority over Trevor meant her strength demanded respect.

Even if this matter escalated, the Empire wouldn’t offend a grand mage wielding multiple residual souls—someone approaching an eighth-rank archmage.

Dillen clearly recognized Vigarfait’s true power.

"But the Empire’s decree stands," he proposed a compromise. "If your students can demonstrate magical talent, the Empire will not send such prodigies to the frontlines."

Then…

Vivian, who had come to watch the scene unfold, was selected.

Was Vivian the strongest magic apprentice under Vigarfait?

That was debatable.

But after today, Vivian was undoubtedly the most renowned among Vigarfait’s students.

"Vivian! I never expected to see you again!" Sofia, standing next to Dillen, was visibly excited.

She practically flew down from the sky, approaching a bewildered Vivian.

Before Vivian could react, Sofia lunged forward to embrace her.

"Get off me, you pest!" Vivian snapped coldly, kicking Sofia’s head away just before it collided with her chest.

This was your personal cat’s nest!

Could you behave yourself for once?

Wait…

To pull off that move, you’d have to lie in Vivian’s cleavage…

Where on earth do you even hang out normally?

Seeing this, Ron could barely contain himself.

Thankfully, this was a recounting of past events, not a live update.

Otherwise, with his self-critical thoughts, who knew what embarrassing history the Demon Lord Cat’s consciousness might dredge up for him.