Harriet quickened her pace as she left the imperial palace. 0

The person she had thought of as a good advisor thus far had shown such a different side, and the intense sense of unease she’d felt quickly turned into a chilling fear. 0

Although nothing had actually happened to her, Harriet could instinctively tell from that conversation that he was not a normal mage.0

She was afraid he might follow her. In fact, she definitely felt that he would. 0

He’d kept spouting strange things while leaving his intentions unclear. He mentioned how he wished he had known her earlier, and his praise had felt excessive, almost as if he deified her. 0

He had even uttered incomprehensible nonsense about becoming a god of a new world. No normal mage would say such things.0

Harriet had followed the path of an elite mage. While magic was fundamentally a discipline reserved for geniuses, there were also street mages, and those who learned magic from these street mages were usually madmen and eccentrics. 0

Harriet had heard plenty of stories about madmen who enjoyed tormenting those without talent in magic by forcibly teaching it to them.0

As an elite mage, Harriet had rarely encountered such mad mages. Her father was a grand mage, and those who taught her magic were clean-minded, respectable mages.0

The first and last mad mage Harriet had encountered was Aaron Mede, who had been creating chimeras in the basement of his mansion. Thus, it was only natural for her to be engulfed by an inexplicable fear when Rother Dwin, who had seemed normal thus far, started spouting strange things. 0

He was certainly not on the level of a legendary evil mage villain, the sort she had heard about from her brother or father when she was younger.0

However, Harriet was experiencing in real-time how terrifying it was to be face-to-face with someone with immeasurable madness. She kept looking back...0