Perhaps out of politeness, Maggie did not leave afterward, but accompanied the people from the Green Tower the whole way. Mandel's expression was visibly more relaxed. With Her Highness the Saintess around, his pressure was not so great.
"We were originally scheduled to leave today, but due to an unexpected incident, we have no choice but to stay for two more days."
A faint sadness appeared between Maggie's brows, as if she was grieving over what had happened, or perhaps annoyed by the disruption to her schedule.
"The magic competition held at Lunita Academy is approaching, it seems that Her Highness is a little short on time."
Chief Wizard Burvin, with his gentle and refined voice, immediately realized what was troubling Maggie and acted quite gentlemanly.
Will you participate too?
Maggie turned her head to the side, her expression showing a hint of curiosity.
Although she already knew the outcome—that the chief mage wouldn't participate in the competition, but would instead appear on the field as a referee—such a young high-ranking mage was the pride of the Green Tower.
This character embodies the expectations and recognition of three sages. If this comic weren't about the battle of the gods, Burvin would definitely be a perfect male protagonist template on a certain platform.
Unfortunately, godhood is extremely difficult to obtain. It requires an extraordinary amount of faith and an unwavering, almost obsessive belief to have a chance to possess one's own godhood.
On the continent of Coral, where the difference between humans and gods is too great, it is only natural to become just another ordinary person if one has not become a god.
Otherwise, Maggie's first reaction wouldn't have been to steal the divine status, but rather to cultivate her own divine status.
"Your Highness is joking. If I were to participate, it would be suspected of bullying a novice mage."
Burvin chuckled and shook his head. The highest-ranking mage in the annual magic competition was only a low-level mage. Even if the age was right, it was still considered bullying if the difference in strength was too great.
"That's true."
Maggie agreed thoughtfully, a smile playing on her lips.
"Oh, I almost forgot, have you already captured the demon cultist who summoned the demon lord?"
Suddenly, Maggie looked annoyed, and then asked tentatively.
"...I'm sorry, Your Highness."
This was a difficult question to answer, and Burvin fell silent again. Not only had the vampire escaped, but they hadn't even managed to trap the demon lord, and now they hadn't even found his followers. It was an utter disgrace.
Moreover, this was the first time he had ever lost face in front of the Holy Maiden of the Temple of Light, a loss that was also made to other forces.
"No need, no need, I was just saying it casually."
Maggie quickly waved her hand, indicating that it was alright.
The group then chatted about some light topics, including spellcasting, types of magic, and spellcasting techniques. The surprise on Burvin's face became more and more obvious, and his eyes revealed undisguised admiration.
Maggie is currently only a mid-level mage. Anyone stronger than her can see that she is very weak. She is only relatively intimidating as the Holy Maiden of Light.
Many people treat Maggie politely only because of her status.
But after talking with Maggie, the light in Burvin's eyes became more and more obvious, he spoke more frequently, and he even lowered his stance, asking Maggie many questions.
The two accompanying magicians were initially somewhat absent-minded, but after hearing the conversation between Burvin and Maggie, their expressions gradually became serious, and in the end, they even pricked up their ears and listened with extreme concentration.
Even Mandel, who was leading the way, deliberately slowed down, wanting to hear more about magic from Maggie.
Maggie's knowledge comes partly from the little ghost and partly from comics, neither of which is at a level that ordinary humans can access.
This includes ancient magical languages and some special spellcasting techniques, all of which are extremely rare and precious knowledge.
Maggie, however, seemed completely oblivious and enthusiastically shared it with Burvin.
So much so that even as he was about to enter the palace, Bernard still had a look of reluctance on his face.
"Your Highness, I would really like to invite you to sit in the Green Tower if I have the chance."
Bernard's tone was sincere, without a trace of politeness.
Maggie replied with a smile.
"If given the opportunity, I would naturally like to meet the scholars in the green tower."
When it was time to part ways, Maggie saw that the opportunity was just right and that she had a very pleasant conversation with the chief. Before leaving, she casually mentioned it.
"Speaking of which, at the banquet that day, I think I saw a young man in a dark green suit who left the castle hall through the main gate when the demon fell into the castle."
"I think this might be helpful to your investigation. Please forgive my bluntness."
Maggie hesitated for a moment, seemingly unsure whether she should speak or not, but in the end, she showed a determined expression.
“Very useful. The clues provided by Her Highness have given us some direction for our investigation.”
Burwin already had a good impression of Maggie, and upon hearing Maggie's words, he immediately and respectfully agreed without the slightest hesitation.
"I'm glad I could help."
Maggie said goodbye to the group, her smile vanishing instantly, and her expression as she turned away could only be described as indifferent.
"The young man in dark green? I think there was only one like that in the whole room."
The little ghost floated in mid-air with its arms crossed, its tone strange.
"How do you know he is the contractor of the Demon Lord?"
Maggie raised her eyes slightly, glanced at the little ghost, and spoke with an eerily calm tone.
"Because I got my hands on the leader of the demons."
The closer she got to a higher-ranking demon cultist, the stronger the demon contract mark on her waist reacted, which is why she was able to detect who the Duke had sent.
I just don't know why...
Maggie approached the Duke several times, but the contract mark on her waist did not react at all, as if the Duke was just an ordinary human and had nothing to do with demons.
But in the comics, it is clearly written that he colluded with the Hell Servant. If that weren't the case, how could he possibly control the Demon Lord?
Maggie felt a heavy weight press down on her chest, and a sense of unease settled over her.
She couldn't imagine what kind of demon could evade the detection of a Demon King-level contract mark.
"?"
Roy stared blankly at Maggie, as if he didn't understand what Maggie meant.
"Humans who never tell the truth, you can't believe a single word you say."
The little ghost pouted, turned its head, and flew away, ignoring Maggie.
Safa's strength far exceeded the limits that the continent of Coral could withstand, so much so that no one could detect his presence each time he descended. Time seemed to stand still, including the two little guys who were only level 3. They were also unable to detect that Safa had come.
"Fine, don't believe me then."
Maggie shrugged, indicating that she had told the truth and there was nothing she could do if people didn't believe her.
"With the Green Tower involved, I wonder if my dear father will be overwhelmed with worry for a while?"
Maggie smiled faintly, looking up at the castle's spire.
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