c1275: Going Mad (2)

After saying all this, Lyon stayed in Originheart City for a while, talked about recent events with Jon, and then returned to reality.

“Did he mention anything about Mentor Jon’s condition?” Angel immediately asked after listening to Frode’s narration.

Frode nodded, “He said he would take care of Mr. Jon’s body and asked you not to return for the time being.”

How could Angel possibly not go back, especially now that Eulica was in trouble, which could spread to everyone at Pat Manor? Even if Jon could be properly looked after, what about Lyon himself?

“Since I didn’t know when you’d return, I temporarily closed down the orphanage and employed people from the Ashen Time Trade Caravan to head towards Old Earth Continent after I learned about this matter,” Frode said.

“You’re still at sea now?” Angel calculated the time. If Frode had traveled by ship, he probably had not landed yet.

Frode nodded, “I will soon arrive at Old Earth Continent.”

“There’s no need for you to come over, go back to Revelation Continent,” Angel told Frode. “With your abilities, you can’t get involved in this. Even if the leader of the Ashen Time Trade Caravan, Biels himself, comes, it won’t be enough.”

Although Angel said so, he was genuinely moved by Frode’s decisive action to head for Old Earth Continent.

“You don’t need to worry about this matter. I’ve already returned to the Wizards’ Realm and will soon visit Old Earth Continent with the mentor. Leave this matter to me… As for you, focus on your own business for now, and take good care of Mentor Jon. Also, make sure the ‘Observations of Dream Wilderness’ you’re compiling is detailed. It won’t be long before the mentor will want to consult it,” Angel instructed.

“Are you referring to the Illusion Demon, my lord?”

Angel nodded, and amid Frode’s bewildered expression, he left the Wilderness of Dreams.

Sanders: “Is this the entire chain of events?”

Angel nodded, “It’s been half a month now, and I don’t know the situation inside Pat Manor. I never expected something to go wrong with Lady Eulica.”

Sanders pondered for a moment, “Since, your brother went to the Wilderness of Dreams, at least one thing is clear, the situation was under control back then. If it were controllable, your manor’s people, including the mentor you value most, should have been properly taken care of.”

Angel understood that if Lyon noticed anything amiss, he would likely be prepared to move them. But after all, Eulica is an Official Wizard, and even if they moved, how far could they go? With Eulica’s abilities, if she really wanted to catch up, it wouldn’t be impossible. Moreover, Lyon’s own safety was a concern.

Seeing the anxious look on Angel’s face, Sanders nodded, “Alright, let’s go immediately.”

Angel showed his gratitude, then returned to the hall with Sanders.

Before leaving, there was the issue of White Bear to resolve.

Earlier, he had asked Dororo about that White Bear doll, including whether or not to bring White Bear to see Eulica.

The scenes that had appeared in the end described Eulica’s transformation, seemingly unrelated to “choice.” It seemed incongruous at first glance, but on closer examination, there might be an internal connection.

Now, it was almost certain that Eulica was White Bear’s kin, and perhaps the White Bear doll was even crafted by her.

Now that Eulica had fallen into madness, although the cause of her psychosis was unknown, there surely had to be a way to resolve it. Dororo, through the White Bear doll, had seen those scenes; was it suggesting that the doll could be used to awaken her lost thoughts?

Angel didn’t know if his thoughts were correct, but it did not prevent him from making a choice.

With this in mind, Angel turned his gaze toward White Bear, who looked back at him with a puzzled expression.