Chapter 41: The Angel Wears a Devil’s Face (2)
“Tsk....”
The female teacher, who had walked past Whitney toward the magic circle emanating an ominous aura, clicked her tongue with a twisted expression.
“To think a brat like him would stick his nose into our plans again.”
She muttered under her breath, biting her fingernails, her eyes already turning black once more.
‘I spent years hiding in the academy just to blend in... and now, of all times...’
She was well aware that at the recently held Shadow Union meeting, the black mages who had failed the engagement operation had all met gruesome ends—except for a rare few.
That was why, having been ordered to find a reasonably talented student before the Prodigy Selection Tournament and turn them into a substitute for the saintess for the demon summoning, she had no choice but to make this plan succeed.
‘...Damn it, white mages are always such a nuisance.’
But the artifact provided by the Tower Lord—one that had been prearranged—and the upper-mid-tier monster she had forced into place for the plan had both been rendered powerless by Whitney in the blink of an eye.
Of course, now that his ability-sealing magic had been lifted, she could reactivate the monster. However, the problem was that the artifact, the plan’s very linchpin, had ended up in Whitney’s hands.
‘Should I try ambushing him to take the artifact back...?’
That thought briefly crossed her mind, but she quickly shook her head to dispel it.