"Lord Demon King, you truly are formidable! I never expected you to have this trick up your sleeve!"

Luo Yan smiled faintly, saying nothing.

Breaking the situation was not difficult.

One simply needed to determine what the ritual was, and then disrupt it.

For instance, by making the lost "detective" realize that Miranda, skilled in Alchemy, still had the possibility of using a Disguise Potion to evade trial.

For instance, by making the murderer who was about to escape trial become a murderer once again.

If anything had to be said, Youyou's contribution was actually the greatest, as its ability to sense approximately the location of an Angel Envoy of Chaos was of great help.

And what Luo Yan did was simply to bag Alex and throw him out to startle the snake out of the grass.

After all, the guy was a noble; he wouldn't die just by showing his identity.

Once the disturbance began, the guards would surely search the inn and even the nearby streets, and the real Miranda hiding nearby would definitely try to escape.

Sarah, who was keeping an eye on the entire street, would not let her get away.

The only thing that was beyond Luo Yan's expectations was that he never thought the Trident Knights and that Mel, who seemed to have been involved in the ritual, would also be here.

But this worked out just fine.

He was even spared from making a personal appearance.

Before long, Miranda could no longer run and, after knocking over a bunch of discarded boxes, stumbled and fell to the ground.

Following closely behind him, Knight Commander Mel also stopped in his tracks. His breathing was steady, showing no sign of disorder, as if the chase had been nothing more than a leisurely jog for him.

Obviously.

He had been deliberately wearing down the guy's stamina, which is why he had been chasing Miranda for so long without sprinting.

Looking at the gasping thin man, Knight Commander Mel drew his longsword and pointed it at his nose, his voice stern as he said.

"I think you have a lot to say to me... such as why did you flee the crime scene?"

"Why..."

With his elbows propped against the ground, Miranda straightened up, suddenly bursting out laughing between gasps.

Mel slightly frowned, sensing something unusual about the figure before him.

A black aura wrapped around him, that pure darkness seemed like a sinister power even more evil than Undead Magic.

Suppressing the urge to strike him down with reason, Knight Commander Mel asked seriously.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at your stupidity!"

Stopping his laughter, Miranda's eyes bulged as he stared at the Knight who had cornered him.

Though he knew it was meaningless to say anything at this point—the ritual was already in its final stage, the only difference being the substitution of the sacrifice—

yet the longing to live compelled him to make a final struggle with all his might.

"Yes, I am Miranda... But I've been in this town all month without ever leaving the inn; everyone here can vouch for me. You ask why I ran from the crime scene? I want to ask you why are you so relentless after me? Haven't you realized? The story about me was false from the very start! Nonexistent! Or rather—it was you who relentlessly pursued me, who fabricated it!"

"Fabricated by me?" Mel said with a cold laugh, "I've never heard such a funny joke."

"Well, now you have heard it," Miranda locked eyes unwaveringly with him and spoke the entire truth, "You! You are the Madman! You are the Madman! The Angel Envoy of Deceitful Fog Nuoville, the chosen one of the higher being! Your quest for the truth and exploration pleased Him, and the moment you deduced that name through reasoning, you had completed the ritual, and were fortunate enough to have won His favor!"

"I have done similar things, I know exactly what it feels like, it's just that I immediately gave up pursuing His identity as soon as I realized it! But you! Ignorant and fearless, even chasing here under his temptation!"

"This is the truth! Do you understand? Wake up if you understand! That guy is no good! It's not too late yet!"

With a hysterical voice, Miranda cried out all that he knew. Then, like a dead dog, he gasped for breath and quietly awaited Knight Commander Mel's response.

As for regrets.

He indeed had them.

He should have sought help from his mentor immediately after completing the ritual, or turned to the authorities of the academy for assistance, rather than fleeing to the ends of the earth alone with the secret, foolishly trying to use time to dilute Nuoville's curse... and after everything became irretrievable, still naively hoping to satisfy Nuoville's appetite for a successful conspiracy by sacrificing an Undead Mage.

This predicament was his own making.

The alley was silent.

Miranda quietly waited for the verdict of fate.

Knight Commander Mel gazed indifferently at the young mage. The tension on his face suddenly gave way to a hint of a warm and gentle smile.

But soon, that warm and gentle smile, in someone's despairing eyes, turned into hysterical laughter.

"How... utterly blasphemous!"

"Madman? Envoy of Nuoville? I serve only Saint Sis, and it was that great person who guided me here!"

"Unless—"

"Saint Sis is Nuoville!"

Miranda's eyes turned to ash; he completely gave up hope.

The guy had gone mad.

It was all too late.

Chaos, after all, descended...

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