However, the people of the Capital were evidently a bit more civilized.

Faced with the angry stares from the crowd, the black-robed figure merely shook his head and clicked his tongue, as if feeling regret over their reactions.

"Even until this moment, you're trapped within the bounds of your own understanding, arrogantly declaring yourselves as the masters of wisdom.

"You consider unknown others as wise men, yet regard non-existent wise men as equals, and even, as if with pride, see yourselves as people of wisdom."

Although the male voice was very young and not unpleasant, the mockery seemed to penetrate deeply, agitating the listener's thoughts.

"Do you believe you can call yourself clever just by drowning in a sea of knowledge?

"The fate awaiting such people is nothing but drowning."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Finally, someone could no longer bear it and rushed forward, attempting to grab the black-robed figure. However—

"Wait!"

At the next moment, when the Noble Lady cried out, the person who had rushed forward inexplicably vanished right in front of everyone.

An ancient and decaying magic power spread from the spot where he disappeared, lingering in the air with a sort of indescribable energy wave.

'A large-scale, space replacement?' The Noble Lady's pupils suddenly contracted, almost dropping the envelope in her hand.

The post office abruptly fell silent.

The black-robed figure slowly lowered his raised hand, the corners of his mouth curving into a peculiar yet kind smile, looking directly at the Noble Lady.

"Ignoring the warnings of instinct, ruling out the correct answers, and personally closing the door to truth."

His tone was soft, yet carried a spine-chilling coldness: "The 'wisdom' that led you to such actions is worse than mere ignorance."

The Noble Lady stood frozen in place, her gaze filled with disbelief.

"However, you are still a child." The black-robed figure shook his head gently.

"So it's not your fault, and everyone, including you, probably thinks this way, right?"

For a ritual of this magnitude, why didn't the Saintess—

As if hearing her unspoken question, the smile under the black-robed figure's hood grew even deeper.

"—Even if disaster truly descends, the Divine Knowledge Saintess would warn us beforehand."

He let out a little laugh.

The Noble Lady's pupils trembled, and she suddenly shouted:

"Run! It's the Black Gate!!"

Panic swept through the crowd, and the Noble Lady's guards swiftly rushed from all directions, each drawing their swords and charging at the black-robed figure. Meanwhile, the Noble Lady gritted her teeth, ready to flee towards the back door of the post office.

She was the Border Count's daughter, and must not be caught by these madmen—

"I like children, especially those like you, cute, young, clever."

Even though she had already run quite a distance, that eerie voice remained close to her ear, as if embedded deep in her ear canal, haunting her.

"You have time, a future, and even potential."

The Noble Lady's scalp tingled, her steps faltered, and she nearly tripped in her panic.

"This means there are still countless doors awaiting you to open until you find the truly correct wisdom."

The guards' longswords slashed towards the black-robed figure, but passed through like cutting through an illusion.

"So, let me lend you a helping hand."

As soon as these words fell, the world suddenly shifted dramatically.

The ornately decorated hall disappeared in an instant, replaced by a dilapidated ruin.

A musty ancient aura spread, and the air was filled with a miasma-like thick magic element, nauseating to those who breathed it in.

In the midst of these ruins, countless figures emerged—they had crimson pupils, a pair of tattered feather wings extended from their backs, and each exuded a fierce and violent magic power.

Hundreds of winged demons—warriors of the Winged Race, suddenly descended upon the center of the Capital.

The world in this moment became surreal, like a dream.

The people present were all, without exception, frozen in place, unable to comprehend what was happening before their eyes, even their thoughts stalled.

"What are you...?"

The guards' figures had all disappeared, realizing that escape was meaningless, the Noble Lady turned around and looked back, gritting her teeth and speaking.

"You may call me the Key of Transformation, little sister."

1-3. Transformation♛

4-6. Continuum

7-9. Void

10. Critical Success/Extreme Failure

D10=d10(1)=1

The black-robed figure, self-proclaimed as the Key of Transformation, lifted his hood, revealing a face that was excessively youthful and handsome.

"Don't forget about me, your friendly senior, during your educational trip, okay?"

He smiled faintly, his tone carrying a nearly teasing gentleness, like a senior at the academy, waving amicably to the Noble Lady.

In the next moment, the entire post office vanished into thin air, and the street floor transformed into ancient and shattered stone bricks.

The maddening replacement surged like waves, engulfing buildings, dragging humankind into its current, devouring all the crucial facilities maintaining the Capital's function, the city walls, the military barracks, everything into its depths—

→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←

[During these thirty-three days, the Noble Lady's encounters (luck 10)]

1.5. Met her brother right at the start

2.6. Hid and grew substantially

3.7. Entered the central district of the Ancient Royal City, researched the history of the Winged Race

4.8. Captured by the Winged People, but escaped

9. Disguised as a Winged Person, almost got killed by her brother

10. Critical Success/Extreme Failure

D10=d10(7)=7

♛: Entered the central district of the Ancient Royal City, researched the history of the Winged Race

[Then—Extreme Failure]

1.5. Malevolent Birth

2.6. Rescued her brother from an assault by the Winged People, but was injured

3.7. Found critical information, attempted to flee back to the Capital, but failed

4.8. Found the hideout of the Black Gate, was surrounded together with her brother

9. The Cruel Angel's Holy Prophecy

10. Critical Success/Extreme Failure

D10=d10(1)=1

♛: Malevolent Birth

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