Time rewound to when Saul and Byron noticed Frim’s figure growing faint inside the castle.

At that moment, Frim had already completed his Divided Soul technique, only waiting for Yura to finish the final teleportation array.

And Yura was enjoying dinner from the Kema Duchy with Gorsa.

The two sat facing each other, and after the servants served the last dish, they withdrew from the room.

Once the door closed, only the two of them remained in the room.

Gorsa looked at the table full of food before him, and the golden amber wine in his cup, gradually losing interest.

He leaned back against the high-backed chair, placing his hands on the white tablecloth, fingers interlaced, the smile on his face reduced to barely a trace.

“This should be the seventh dinner we’ve shared together, right? I’m tired of playing this warm family game. Time to talk about what this Dead Wizard’s Diary is really about?”

Yura wore a fitted red mermaid dress, its style seeming to come from Nephret Continent.

She sat with her back straight, neck elegant, and arms white as jade. She gracefully cut the food on her plate with knife and fork, appearing both intellectual and beautiful.

But the scattered fragments covering the floor revealed that her state wasn’t as stable as she was currently presenting.

Hearing Gorsa’s inquiry, Yura didn’t stop her movements. She put a piece of meat with blood streaks into her mouth, gently wiped her lips, then leisurely replied, “I don’t know what the Dead Wizard’s Diary is. But I heard that your little apprentice was able to rapidly become a high-rank wizard despite insufficient innate magical talent precisely because he had this magical tool.”

Gorsa shrugged. “That’s because I taught him well.”

Yura could no longer maintain her elegant composure.

She slammed her knife and fork on the table with a “bang,” even shattering a plate.

“You taught him well? What did you teach him?”

Gorsa showed no shame whatsoever. “I taught him how to survive in the wizard world.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Oh right, I also secretly protected him. And you were the bodyguard.”

Yura shot up, her suddenly straightened legs knocking the high-backed chair to the ground.

“I’m not joking with you!”

Gorsa tilted his head. “But you’re wasting my time.”

Seeing Yura about to reflexively retort, he suddenly pointed at her lips from afar, then said, “You used the name of a diary to lure me to Kema Duchy, but every time I ask you about matters related to the diary, you use it as a condition to demand I play house with you. Yura, have you forgotten you’re still a wizard?”

Yura’s eyes widened, fury seeming ready to burst from them.

“And you also like acting. From the first day, you’ve demanded I come here to dine with you daily, and every day you’d smash plates all over the floor. Are you trying to cover up some traces, or set up some array?”

Gorsa looked sideways at the carpet beneath his feet, covered with plate fragments and food scraps. The carpet’s patterns were chaotic—perfect for hiding some secret array.

“Dawdling and being secretive—your approach reminds me of someone.”

“I’m going to kill you!!!” Yura finally broke the silencing spell on her mouth, sweeping all the plates at hand toward Gorsa.

The plates flew through the air with meat and grease, then suddenly froze mid-flight. Black shadows rustled across the table and floor.

These black shadows turned into tiny fragments, flowing toward Yura, while the overhead light suddenly concentrated its rays on Gorsa.

It was as if light and shadow brushed past each other, each heading for their designated enemy, splitting the room in two.

Gorsa was in the light, Yura in the darkness.

But suddenly, brilliant light blazed forth, instantly devouring all shadows. Those tiny, active little black shadows all vanished with a “hiss,” turning to smoke—even the smoke was white.

Gorsa felt that in just the blink of an eye, the world before him had become a mass of light.

He smiled slightly, advancing instead of retreating, charging directly toward the brightest source of light.

Dark attribute elemental particles continuously gathered on his body, as if collecting all shadows in the room to fight against the light before him.

But suddenly, violent magical fluctuations came from beneath his feet, as if a huge void had appeared. Strong suction force emerged from the void, forcibly pulling away the black shadows on Gorsa’s body.

Gorsa’s charge toward the light halted.

“Aurora Realm?” He glanced down, and though he couldn’t see Yura’s figure before him, he still spoke toward where Yura had been standing: “You’re activating this magical array—do you want everyone in Kema Royal Palace to die with you?”

“Gorsa, can’t you see the situation clearly? Now it’s you who will die with me!” Yura’s voice came from the brightest light overhead.

The light in the room had become so intense it distorted vision. The concentrated light generated heat while making Gorsa feel his skin beginning to burn painfully.

Those lights were like tiny threadworms, desperately trying to burrow into Gorsa’s pores, forcing him to use magical power to counter the damage they inflicted.

But the dark attribute magical power around him kept disappearing. Gorsa knew that if this continued, there would soon be no dark attribute magical power left for him to mobilize.

“So that’s how it is.” But he wasn’t anxious. “You want to use Aurora Realm to affect the surrounding magical power, making this a space without dark attributes, causing light-dark imbalance in my body, hoping to make me mutate because of it.”

“You figured it out immediately, as expected.” Yura’s voice became calm again, apparently believing Gorsa was doomed today. “You were always that smart, always knowing what I wanted to do. When I chose to abandon my body back then, that was your doing too, wasn’t it? You actually killed me, didn’t you?”

“You actually killed me!”

“You killed me!”

Yura’s voice grew increasingly agitated, her tone beginning to distort.

Gorsa remained silent, apparently disdaining to explain. His gaze turned around the room, recalling where the door and windows were.

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But just as Gorsa was about to turn, his body suddenly felt a strong attractive force, compelling him to turn back.

Another high-rank array!

No wonder she needed so many days to prepare.

“You can’t escape, hehe…” Yura’s voice became cheerful again. “I kept you here so many days just for this Soul Tethering technique to take effect. Now as long as I don’t leave this room, you can never walk out.”

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Gorsa simply stopped trying to escape.

He didn’t even attempt to approach the light source anymore, just stood in place. “You kept me here so many days mainly to wait for Frim, right?”

The chattering Yura suddenly fell silent.

But Gorsa kept asking, “Frim, are you hiding behind Yura? You want to kill me so badly, yet you hide behind a woman? Can’t the Tribunal do things openly and honestly for once?”

“Gorsa!” Frim’s cold voice finally replaced Yura’s. “You always know how to anger me.”

Gorsa laughed, laughed with great joy.

“Of course I know, you’ve already surrendered to the Abyssal Eye…”

“That’s enough!” Frim actually interrupted Gorsa directly, not letting him finish, followed by an even more intense burst of light.

Almost instantly, Gorsa could see nothing before him.

Aurora Realm, maximum power!

Once this intensity of light attribute magic fully deployed, it could directly vaporize all living beings within a thousand meters!

For a moment, Gorsa could almost hear the sound of stones evaporating, but soon he couldn’t hear anything either.

Light seemed to replace all five senses, leaving his consciousness able to perceive only this one element.

Finally, in an environment of extreme dark attribute scarcity and extreme light attribute saturation, Gorsa, whose foundation was based on light-dark balance and conversion, suddenly began to mutate.

His body surface suddenly burst with a layer of black, then dissipated in an instant.

All shadows on his body, like moisture being evaporated, disappeared from within him!

Frim hadn’t directly attacked Gorsa, but Gorsa would become distorted and imbalanced due to the Aurora Realm Frim created, subsequently mutating.

Once Gorsa died, Frim would clean up thoroughly. Even if Norton knew who the real killer was, there would be no evidence.

Just when Frim thought victory was assured, Gorsa spoke again.

His vocal cords were also mutating, his voice eerie and harsh, as if mixed with rotting flesh, but he still spoke.

“Frim, sometimes, you’re not crazy enough! Hehahahahaha, hahahaha, hahahahahaha…”

(End of Chapter)

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