"R'lyeh!"

"Torrex, quick, come back!"

"It's too late, R'lyeh, don't come here! Tell Batty and the others, the truth beyond the gate is not 'Truth'; it's indescribable, strange—"

Ronald had taken only a few steps when agonized shouts and despair-filled warnings rose from below.

Something had happened!

Was everything related to Cthulhu like this?

His thoughts whirled rapidly in his mind, and Ronald soon realized that something had gone wrong with R'lyeh and Torrex below.

Almost instinctively, he hastened his pace and charged down the stairs.

The staircase leading downward was not particularly long, just about five meters deep and passing through a recently opened white stone door.

Ronald saw everything.

In a fairly sizable underground chamber, an eye-catching full-length mirror was situated a third of the way in. R'lyeh, who had just descended, was now kneeling on the ground, holding the original text of the "Silver Key."

And before the emotionally drained leader of the special agents.

That mirror bore a steadily spinning grey spiral which seemed to emit a dangerous aura in its silent motion.

What had happened here before was now obvious.

The two who had opened the door and entered this underground chamber, where Torrex had presumably misunderstood something and then rashly touched the mirror.

Therefore, after leaving behind that dialogue,

Only R'lyeh remained, now kneeling on the ground.

"..."

At that moment, R'lyeh, sensing the noise, turned his head to glance at Ronald.

The leader of the special agents still had a sharp gaze.

Even though he was in low spirits and Ronald had altered his appearance, he immediately recognized the other's identity:

"Ronald... it's you..."

"Right, having translated such an original text, it's inevitable you'd be curious."

R'lyeh did not seem intent on pursuing the issue of Ronald's unauthorized entry.

The kneeling man quickly turned his head back and continued to stare intently at the grey spiral on the mirror, as if he was trying to discern something from it.

Plop—plop—

Steady footsteps echoed through the underground chamber.

Having reached this point, of course, Ronald had no intention of ignoring the situation and just walking away.

He walked with steady steps until he was in front of R'lyeh.

Looking down at the caster from a higher stance.

"R'lyeh, I have a question."

R'lyeh replied with a wry smile:

"On matters concerning national secrets, I cannot possibly answer regardless of my reasoning..."

"I don't want to ask about this mirror, or the 'original text'!"

Ronald interrupted R'lyeh assertively, his voice growing stronger and even his Magic Power stirring within him.

"..."

R'lyeh's gaze finally changed.

The leader of the special agents realized Ronald's current attitude, and the previously desolate expression of loss faded away in an instant. Then, as if nothing had happened, he stood up to face Ronald.

His tone also became very 'distant':

"Mr. Ronald, do you perchance have some unique insight into Entrod?"

At this moment, R'lyeh slightly bowed his head, his eyes narrowing.

He took on the bearing of facing an enemy.

Yet Ronald was entirely unperturbed by his actions and continued impassively:

"Stop with these meaningless performances."

"As someone capable of leading this operative organization, you certainly wouldn't exhibit such behavior."

With a single sentence puncturing R'lyeh's facade, Ronald then posed his own question:

"What I want to know is quite simple."

"First off," Luo De, "what's the deal with your name?"

...

Luo De's eyes widened.

At this moment, facing Ronald, the man showed signs of genuine caution and fear for the first time.

How could this be?

Why would Ronald want to ask about his name?

Nevertheless, Luo De was still Luo De; that unique look in his eyes was fleeting, and then, with a nonchalant air, he replied,

"This question is nothing, it's one of the inheritances of my school."

"As long as one grasps the core text, inheriting this name is naturally to be expected."

Using a tranquil tone, Ronald delivered an extremely unsettling inquiry to Luo De,

"In 'Human Body Construction,' not a single word mentions the term 'Luo De.' Would you like to explain further?"

Swoosh—

The next second, a surge of Magic Fluctuation burst forth from Luo De.

The special agent chief, with an unusually certain tone, said to the young man before him,

"Ronald, it's impossible for you to know!"

"No one besides me has read the 'Human Body Construction' in its entirety!"

As a Caster, Luo De's sensitivity was certainly up to par.

After shouting such words, he immediately checked to see if Ronald had read his memories or interfered with his Spirit, but due to his own exquisite techniques, Luo De confirmed he was not under any control.

So... how did Ronald know?

However, Ronald had no intention of accommodating Luo De's thoughts.

After several weighty exchanges, he had even further ideas in mind!

Inside the spacious basement,

Ronald took another two steps forward.

Nearly pressing up against the highly tense Luo De, Ronald asked in a voice only the two of them could hear,

"That Torrex just now, you lured him here on purpose, didn't you?"

...

At this close distance, Ronald clearly saw the constriction in Luo De's pupils.

When these words entered his ears,

Luo De's emotions and expressions showed significant reactions; however, there was one thing—at the corner of the special agent chief's mouth, an eerie smile was forming at this moment.

Ronald's gaze, along with various Spells, were tightly focused on Luo De.

So he was quite certain.

The man before him had not shown the reaction expected after recognizing the true intention behind the confrontation, his emotions were a mix of confusion and some anger.

But regarding the smile that appeared on his face,

It seemed Luo De was completely unaware, as if the gesture was not his own.

...

At that time, the emotion Ronald had constructed on his face faded away.

He once again distanced himself from Luo De.

"Ronald, what do you mean by that?"

"What do you mean I deliberately lured Torrex here?"

Luo De continued to ask, but Ronald had already lost any intent to answer this man's questions.

Giving a glance at the man who had been affected by the Spell, whose body might even be in trouble, Ronald sincerely said,

"Truthfully, I hope you can take a break from casting spells or leave the mystical side for a while, and find a beautiful countryside to rest well."

"It would definitely be good for you."

Still, Luo De's attitude remained very guarded,

"I don't quite understand what you're saying."

"Then let it be," Ronald didn't seem to care, "If that's the case, let's continue researching this mirror."

"You ultimately want to rescue Torrex, don't you?"

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