Chapter 268: Escape (2/2)

Like this, time continued to tick by.

Leonel's aura didn't budge a single inch. After raging, it seemed that he had resigned himself to his fate and hadn't made any other movements.

Every so often, the magus would send another report to Lamorak, informing him that the situation was the same.

In truth, Lamorak was also personally monitoring Leonel, it was just that his approach was a bit different. He stalked the walkways of the Mage Academy, scanning through any potential escape routes periodically.

At that moment, he was in a state of meditation on the roof of the Mage Academy. To him, everything was within his grasp and everything was going well.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with Leonel's lack of movement. Helplessness was an expected emotion at this point.

Still, something felt off about all of this to Lamorak. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

He thought back to everything he knew about Leonel.

In truth, it wasn't much. His interactions with Leonel had been few and far between. That said… With the exception of when Aliard cast a mental Art on Leonel, he had always been calm.

But this wasn't enough for Lamorak to be suspicious. He hardly knew Leonel. For all he knew, Leonel's calm disposition was nothing but a facade he put up.

'Forget it, I will just go an check myself.'

Lamorak didn't feel that there was anything wrong. However, the unease in his heart wouldn't leave. He couldn't fathom how Leonel could ever leave with him monitoring the whole Academy, but as long as he laid eyes on Leonel, everything would be fine.

Lamorak appeared in the very same hallway, his expression darkening when he saw the cracks along the wall. The damage Leonel had caused was truly too much.

Without so much as knocking, he tried to swing Leonel's door open. Unfortunately, the door fell over, exposing… an empty room within.

Lamorak's expression twitched.

At that moment, blaring noises sounded from within Camelot. They were so loud that the earth seemed to shake beneath its pressure.

Leonel, who had long left the range of Camelot looked back with an expressionless visage. Then, he turned around and continued to walk away as though none of it had anything to do with him.