This Necromancer Just Wants to Plant Trees

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Not far off.

At a certain distance, Edmond and Ronan each withdrew their gazes from the depths of the starry sky.

Their expressions varied, but soon they returned to normal.

"Eventually, the day came, she still left..."

Edmond's voice carried a hint of regret and sorrow.

However, Ronan coldly stared at him:

"Weren't you waiting for this day?"

"Rest assured, now that the teacher is gone, I'll be watching you."

Edmond smiled faintly:

"It seems you are still harboring resentment over the secret hoard of the Goddess of Magic..."

Ronan snorted coldly:

"The hoard is just one aspect, eventually, I'll make you cough it up; what's more important is Matthew!"

"You should understand what I mean, don't get any crooked ideas about Matthew, or I won't forgive you!"

After speaking.

He no longer concealed the hostility emanating from his body, and the violent aura of arcane energy surged forth, transforming into torrents that roared towards Edmond.

Yet Edmond remained calm and collected.

He didn't show any movements, yet he held those torrents of arcane energy at bay a few feet away.

He gently patted his slightly trembling mage robe:

"I have no bad intentions towards Matthew."

"I just want to show him another path—or perhaps, he was already on that path, I might only give him a gentle push, ultimately the choice is up to Matthew's own will, surely you wouldn't even forbid that?"

"Then you'd be meddling too much, son-in-law of the Su country..."

Upon saying the last sentence.

Edmond's mouth curled into a faint taunting smile.

The atmosphere between the two gradually became tense and confrontational.

Even the astute Ether felt the confrontation between the two top spellcasters.

A vortex capable of tearing everything apart seemed to have formed between Edmond and Ronan.

But due to the deliberate control of both parties.

The surface of the vortex was as calm as a lake.

The living beings nearby felt an unprecedented fear and pressure.

"I don't care what flowery words you might say, I believe Matthew will make the right choice."

Ronan stared intently into Edmond's eyes:

"But should you threaten him, don't blame me for breaking the rules left by our teacher first!"

Edmond scoffed:

"Threaten?"

"You really underestimate me."

"When have I ever threatened anyone?"

"Besides, what is right, what is wrong, it's never something we humble beings can define."

"I care about Matthew more than you do, I will only protect him more."

"Instead, it's you, with your selfish and narrow-minded views, wanting to hinder Matthew's growth... but can you really manage that?"

"Surely you've noticed the branding of the Void Ruler already within him?"

"What were you doing when Yurkus descended?"

Edmond's continuous rebuttal made Ronan furrow his brows deeply.

He clenched his fists, then slowly released them a few seconds later.

"I will solve the issue of Yurkus."

Ronan calmly warned:

"But if you dare interfere at the last moment of Matthew's ascension to legendary, after completing the Golden Ship's mission, I will kill you!"

"You know I can do it!"

With that said.

Ronan's figure slowly faded from the spot.

Edmond's face turned stone-like.

A moment later.

A light laugh came from beside him.

Mad Second Hand-Turing, Loa, laughed and said:

"In terms of character, Ronan seems a bit more like Isabelle, always assertive regardless of the occasion."

"By the way, does he really know what he's saying?"

"He wants to kill you? That's impossible!"

Edmond glanced at him casually:

"Stop fishing for information from me, regarding Ronan's strength, I can openly tell you—

If he really goes all out.

He could indeed kill me.

Of course, he could also take down most people, including you..."

Loa's expression immediately turned somewhat serious:

"Is this guy really that fierce?"

"Ah, I understand now, it has to do with that special secret hidden with the Goddess of Magic, right?"

"She left behind some extremely powerful, yet highly side-effect-laden finishing move?"

Edmond couldn't help but roll his eyes:

"Why don't you just go ask Ronan yourself?"

Loa shook his head somewhat regretfully:

"You know, he never liked me."

"Moreover, I am about to leave soon..."

As he spoke.

A vague golden light separated from Loa's body.

Watching that light gently fly towards a door of light in the depths of the universe.

Edmond was slightly surprised.

A few seconds later.

He looked at the seemingly subtly changed shell of Loa with a sudden revelation:

"So that's it..."

"So your previous life-and-death struggle was all a camouflage?"

After the golden light departed.

The body of "Loa" became softer and more human-like.

He still seemed to possess complete will and memory:

"Not entirely a disguise."

"At least until obtaining the ticket to the Original Universe from the 'World of Disappeared History,' he and I were indeed in a life-and-death situation, but all that eased greatly after Isabelle resolved to leave."

"He and I reached an agreement."

"He chose to travel with Isabelle to an unknown universe seeking answers."

"And I stayed behind, as their beacon in the Mirror Universe, to illuminate the path of return if necessary."

Edmond's brows slowly relaxed:

"Then should I call you Loa, or... Turing?"

As everyone knows.

God of Luck, Loa, once devoured Mad Second Hand Turing, who was a Twilight Creature.