Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam

Ethan said, "Do you mean to say that Rowena interrupted the sage's meditation in front of me, causing her death, and I was completely unaware of it?"

"This..."

Faced with this soul-piercing question, the vice president's face froze, and he stammered for a while before he managed to say, "Rowena is proficient in illusion magic; she must have cast some kind of bewilderment spell on you while you weren't paying attention—of course, if we later find out that she has nothing to do with this, we will certainly clear her name, but until then, she must be considered a suspect and investigated... Don't forget, you and I are both under the witness of the God of Trickery."

"You're dreaming!"

Rowena couldn't even be bothered to argue. This room had a foul smell, and she thought that anyone with a bit of perception should be able to detect something abnormal in the rotten pumpkin pie in the antechamber.

However, she was already used to it and planned to skip these formalities as soon as the vice president started speaking.

She had drawn many cutting spell scrolls, so at worst, she could engage in a life-and-death battle right here!

Seeing Ethan's delay in speaking, the vice president added, "You are a royal guest, and your every word and action represents the Empire's stance. I believe you can make a fair judgment."

The strange feeling grew more intense.

Ethan could now see a bit more clearly.

The bizarre magic power seemed not to be the side effect of magic potions, as the vice president emitted the same aura while speaking.

The strange magic power formed a thin line that was vaguely attached to him, seemingly manipulating his actions like a puppet on strings.

Could this be the reason for the vice president's nonsense?

"Ethan, don't believe him; he's definitely trying to curse me and force me to confess!"

Rowena said; she knew over a dozen spells that could rewrite willpower, and she was very familiar with these people's tactics. If she truly believed in their trickery and submitted to so-called interrogation, she would surely be the scapegoat, "However, he did get one thing right: this is a feud between me and the Guild, and I'll resolve it myself!"

If Ethan weren't standing between her and the vice president, Rowena wouldn't have even bothered to speak; she would've just drawn her wand to fight.

"The vice president did indeed mention a possibility."

Ethan had no intention of stepping aside.

Upon hearing this, the vice president's face showed delight, and he said, "As long as Rowena cooperates with the investigation, we won't trouble her before reaching a verdict."

"However, you've overlooked another possibility."

A bone-chilling cold spread through the back room, and blood-red ice slowly crept toward the mages.

Even the gray energy left by the God of Trickery retreated in the face of this crimson energy.

"Since you mentioned the Empire, you should understand the series of policies introduced by the new cabinet, and most members of the Astrology Guild have responded to the call, actively participating in the construction of the Empire. However, a small number of people returned to the Mage's Tower, and yet this small group holds the authority to interpret 'magic.'"

The frozen doors blocked the mages' escape route, and the cold that touched their souls temporarily deprived them of speech.

As soon as the red ice layer appeared, Silver Fox retreated into the crowd.

This existence was even more terrifying than the last magic scroll; just one glance was enough to awaken the deepest fear in their hearts.

The mages were surrounded by the red ice, as if they were on an isolated island, forced to huddle together.

Yet this island was being engulfed by the red sea, leaving them with little space remaining.

"The Empire is very disappointed by your choices, and regarding this issue, the sage, as the highest leader of the Astrology Guild, also failed to set a good example."

Ethan said with a tone of regret, "Another possibility is that the Empire no longer holds any hope for you, and has therefore sent me to eliminate the lingering poisons of the old era."

The vice president hesitated.

Rationality told him to resist, as this could be their last chance.

But in the face of the spreading red ice, he didn't even have the courage to raise his wand.

At this moment, the cold sun seemed to have abandoned them.

On the other side of the golden radiance was a sea of blood.

The scene reminded him of the Evil God Bajatos and those twisted souls.

"Mr. Vice President, answer me, what is the purpose of my visit?"

The vice president heard the whispers of the abyss, his hands and feet icy cold, and the trembling from his soul crushed him, "To, to help us investigate the truth behind the sage's murder!"

In an instant, the bone-chilling cold vanished.

When the mages came to their senses, the astrology room returned to its original state, the blood-red ice had disappeared, as if everything they just saw was an illusion.

Mr. Ethan was still the courteous and polite person.

He came to discuss magic concepts with the sage, only to get caught up in an unforeseen incident.

"Then let's start the investigation immediately. Those who saw the sage within the past three days stay behind, starting with you, Mr. Silver Fox. I need to know the details of your meeting last night."