The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1408 408: Settling the Dust and Celebration (Part 3)

Moreover, Arist was the Great Sage's most accomplished disciple, and almost everyone considered him the next Sage of the Source Magic School!

He could even become the next Great Sage!

The surrounding apprentices and assistants were also buzzing with discussion, especially those who didn't know much about Arist, they simply couldn't accept this reality.

Philian frowned slightly, looked at Arist's body, then at Colin, and his gaze became sharp.

Luo Yan's lips curled slightly, showing no retreat despite the other's suspected Purple Crystal-level strength.

"Are you interrogating the Imperial Prince?"

A joke.

Even when he was an Unyielding Silver, he didn't regard Purple Crystal-level strong persons highly, and now at the same rank as Professor Lilith, he was even more audacious.

Philian was slightly taken aback, his sharpness receding somewhat, but the suspicion did not lessen.

"No, I'm just curious… after all, Arist is dead, and there are many things I can't ask him, so I'll have to ask you."

Seeing Philian Sage's attitude soften, Luo Yan also reined in his brash aura, returning to his usual gentle demeanor.

"The matter is actually quite simple, dear Professor Arist found me a nuisance and wanted me gone, so cleverly utilized the Maze Trial to set a trap, aiming at Miss Castellion behind me. A student unwilling to reveal their name sent a letter secretly informing me, so out of concern, I followed into the maze."

"Of course, I initially planned to resolve this quietly and hoped everything was merely a malicious assumption by a student. What I didn't expect was someone's ruthlessness and shamelessness; not only did they personally orchestrate this charade, but they even stepped in when their plan seemed about to fail… hence, I didn't continue hiding."

Philian nodded, seemingly acknowledging this explanation, but still lowered his voice as he spoke.

"I have a question, aren't you worried that the letter itself might be a trap?"

"So what if it is?" Luo Yan shrugged slightly, speaking with an air of inevitability, "I am her mentor; it's my responsibility."

This sentence seemed to touch a soft spot in Philian's heart, and resonated with most of the magic apprentices and assistants present.

Including Merk, who knelt on the ground with vacant eyes, and the silent Porphyry Sage standing there.

Responsibility.

This word really holds immense weight.

Philian was silent for a moment, his taut shoulders relaxed slightly, and he suddenly placed his hand on his chest and nodded slightly towards Prince Colin standing in front of him.

"You are a respectable mentor, I apologize for my suspicions."

"Not at all."

Luo Yan smiled faintly, his gaze falling on the corpse on the ground, and spoke with complex emotions.

"Speaking of which, I always thought his dislike for me stemmed from conflicts in academic views, but it now seems I was too naive… His animosity towards Miss Castellion and me is purely out of arrogant instinct, because she's the daughter of an Imperial Duke and I'm an Imperial Prince."

"Perhaps."

Philian replied noncommittally, glanced at Arist lying on the ground, then turned his gaze to Colin.

"I will truthfully report this matter to the Great Sage… also if you don't mind, we may have to ask you not to contact these students for a few days."

"Why?!" Bain's voice carried anger, almost blurted out, but was held back by Hard beside him.

"Keep it down! It's for everyone's sake..." Hard whispered a rebuke, then sneaked a glance at Miss Ophelia.

The Duchess's daughter was very understanding, not even slightly upset by that unfounded suspicion.

As for Ilana.

She seemed rather uncomfortable in such situations.

He couldn't tell if it was his misconception, but he always felt this seemingly calm and composed junior sister seemed a bit… socially anxious?

"I have no objection, I happen to have some research work that needs finishing, so I might stay at Colin Tower during this period." Luo Yan nodded gladly, then looked at Miss Castellion, "And you?"

"Better that way, I wouldn't want to carry weird suspicion out of nowhere, but I hope it won't be too long,"

Ophelia flicked her dust-covered golden hair lightly, raised her chin and looked at the Elf with a sharp gaze, saying.

"However, I will write to my father and truthfully tell him about the unpleasantness happening here!"

So far, only two Sages have arrived.

Did the others die?

She didn't necessarily expect those Sages to rush here like to a funeral, but she couldn't feel their urgency at all.

Of course, she ultimately didn't erupt in anger.

Firstly, the two Sages present did show some responsibility, and secondly, she was just the Duke's daughter, not the Duke himself.

She only had the position to complain, not the stance to get angry.

"I assure you, it won't take long, a week at the most…" Philian nodded politely as always, explaining in a gentle tone, "Your activities with Prince and others are unrestricted, but to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, we need you to refrain from contacting other investigative subjects during the investigation. Trust me, my advice is purely from goodwill, not as a mandatory command."

After a pause, he continued.

"Furthermore, you can certainly write to your father, and we will also present a written report to the Imperial side. The invasion of Chaos is no small matter, especially happening at such an important celebration. Fortunately… we have the esteemed Prince to intervene in time, preventing a disaster."