Although he had already seen that the wing before him was 100% fake, there was not much reaction on Aslan's face. He took out a monocle from his Mystic Code, then pretended to move closer to the amber to observe it carefully. Akuta Hinako pursed her lips and also turned her gaze to the so-called plant seed ambers.
These seed ambers were genuine. After all, they were not as rare as an amber with a fae wing. Hinako's choice of the Botany Department was, of course, partly due to her own genuine interest. Otherwise, with her personality, she would have probably stayed in the department with the fewest people.
A rare smile appeared on Akuta Hinako's face. Through this smile, Aslan immediately understood that these ancient seeds were probably real. This made him very annoyed. Why didn't he, a genius of Faerie Letters, deserve some exquisite preparation? Why was the trap for an obscure Botany student a genuine item, while his was a worthless counterfeit?
Heh ya! This old man is so mad! You can't be so discriminatory! Even if you had put a replica of a Faerie Letter here, it would have been better than this ordinary wing.
The magus in the black suit, seeing that both of their gazes were now fixed on the amber, drew a silver-glowing rapier from his pocket. If one looked closely, they would find that the surface of this rapier seemed to have a liquid-like substance constantly flowing on it, and that this rapier was slowly assembling itself from his pocket. Otherwise, that small pocket would not have been able to hold such a slender object.
However, fortunately this time, the man in the black suit seemed to know who the dangerous one was. The slender rapier was aimed at Aslan's back, seemingly preparing to pierce Aslan's heart directly from behind. The person before him was, after all, a researcher of Faerie Letters. The diversity of Faerie Letters was a testament to their power. The man in the black suit understood that he had to make it a one-hit kill, otherwise he might be facing a barrier, followed by a powerful flame.
Without further thought, without hesitation, the weapon in the black-suited man's hand thrust forward. But what responded to him were only two words. "[Evaporate]."
The silver rapier instantly turned into gas and rapidly expanded, then, under the instruction "[Solidify]," it turned into liquid slag and fell to the ground.
"So that's it, it's mercury. But isn't this frame-up a bit too obvious?"
The main material of Kenneth's prized Mystic Code was mercury. If Aslan were killed with a weapon made of mercury, it was indeed possible to frame Kenneth as the murderer. But it was only a possibility. Firstly, even if the main material of a Mystic Code was mercury, the composition and ratio of the mercury would be different. What's more, knowing that leaving behind traces of mercury could draw attention to himself, was Kenneth that stupid?
It seemed that this time, it was clearly the preparation of a faction within the Clock Tower, trying to use their connections and means to forcibly suppress him.
Tsk, the hearts of the higher-ups in the Clock Tower are all black.
From this perspective, Kenneth's opponents were also well-prepared. Otherwise, they wouldn't have used such a method that looked like it was meant to fool an idiot against Aslan and the others.
Come to think of it, before the start of the Holy Grail War, the fact that Waver could easily take Kenneth's package was very absurd. That was the package of a Clock Tower Lord, and it was an item for the Holy Grail War. No matter how much Kenneth looked down on the Holy Grail War, he wouldn't be so negligent as to ignore it to this extent, right? A corner of the King of Conquerors' mantle was a treasure, even as a collector's item. To say that there was no one pulling strings from behind was really hard to believe. After all, once Kenneth died, it would be a heavy blow to their entire faction. And the person pulling the strings only needed to make Kenneth's catalyst disappear. Even if it was investigated, the one who took the blame would only be Waver. The mastermind behind the scenes had only made a small, small move, just ensuring that the package of one of the Twelve Lords was not delivered directly into their hands.
The man in the black suit quickly retreated a few steps, then shook his hand. The evaporation of the entire mercury weapon just now had indeed caused some damage to his palm. A lot of mercury was already embedded in his hand. If he didn't deal with it soon, let alone whether it would threaten his life, his hand was at least definitely done for.
"What are you waiting for? Attack together!"
Following the man's voice, the other people hidden here took out their special weapons. The weapons were filled with mercury. It seemed they intended to see this blatant frame-up through to the end.
Aslan glanced at the group before him, then turned his gaze to Akuta Hinako. "Well? They should have sealed the exit by now. In other words, there won't be anyone else here. If you want to vent some of your frustration, this is a golden opportunity."
Akuta Hinako glanced at the group of black-clad men before her, a smile appearing on her face. Indeed, the only people here were those who had been drawn into this conspiracy. And the group before them was destined to be killed by them. After all, right now, it was either you die or I perish.
In that case, it just so happened that she had a lot of frustration pent up in her heart recently!
Akuta Hinako took off her glasses. The black magus robe on her body gradually transformed into form-fitting clothing. Her long black hair fell down her back. "You trash, can you not waste my time? Just grant yourselves release. Simply watching you filthy, foolish humans die before me is enough to make me feel relaxed!"
The slightly irritable, venomous words reached the ears of all the black-clad men present. This made the magi, who were wearing black clothes and holding mercury weapons, widen their eyes. Their eyes seemed to say: The other guy is at least someone who studies Faerie Letters. Who the hell are you to tell us to surrender without a fight?
Akuta Hinako also saw the thoughts of the guys before her. She sighed heavily, giving off a feeling of "I've already warned you, but you insisted on choosing the more troublesome path."
"Very well. Let me vent all my extreme frustration at once. Want to see hell? Then you will cry and beg for mercy! You lucky ones who get to experience destruction will finally find peace. Through the pain of death, feel my envy, my hatred!"