After listening to Flandre Scarlet's explanation, Fremont had a look of sudden realization.
"So it's him. I didn't expect him to be so grown up already."
Flandre Scarlet felt it was only natural that Fremont knew Logos. After all, Liches and Banshees are both spirits... Wait, no. Liches and Banshees are both Sarkaz who excel in Incantations, and both have gone into seclusion. Setting aside their identities as Sarkaz, from a purely academic perspective, it wasn't strange at all for the two to have some private exchanges.
"I can tell this little kid's understanding of Incantations is quite adequate, and his Banshee Magic is very solid," Fremont noted. "But he's still a bit green. Some of these spells are actually unnecessary; they only increase his own burden. And here and here, they could be completely replaced with several better Incantations."
Fremont knew the Banshee Incantations like the back of his hand.
"Teacher, I want to ask, what if we don't use Banshee Incantations? Can similar things be achieved with current Magic?" Flandre raised her hand and asked.
Hearing Flandre's words, the old Lich was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth curled up. "That's a very good topic, but I don't plan on doing it. Since you have this idea, why not research it yourself? I can recommend a few books to you..."
The old Lich spoke as he picked up a pen and paper, scribbling away. A moment later, he handed the paper to Flandre.
"As for the books on this list, most can be bought. Those that can't should be in the collection of the Celestial Masters Mansion; you can go there and see if you can borrow them."
Flandre looked at the books on the list; they were all titles she hadn't read before. After she tucked the paper into her bag, the old Lich continued his lecture.
"By the way, I noticed you've been staring at that shadow. So, what exactly is that thing you've sealed inside this person's body?"
"The Immortal Black Snake!" Flandre replied.
"Ah? Interesting. I've heard of that thing—the collective consciousness of Ursus, a spirit hidden deep within the heart. How did you discover Him?"
Hearing Flandre's words, Fremont looked at the two of them curiously. Flandre briefly described the process of how she discovered the entity.
"You mean to say you can destroy a pure consciousness?" Fremont said in surprise.
"No, to be precise, what I destroy is the black mist, not the consciousness itself. It just so happens that the black mist is the 'vessel' carrying the consciousness," Flandre corrected him. Although her ability was called the ability to destroy all things, it hadn't reached the level where she could destroy anything just by perceiving it. It was still primarily focused on physical objects, because the "Eyes" on physical entities were the most obvious and easiest for her to grasp.
Fremont was very interested in Flandre's "Originium Arts" after hearing this, but clearly, that wasn't what they were discussing right now. The two then continued to discuss Magic. This old Lich truly lived up to being the current head of the Lich Royal Court; his level was indeed extraordinary. Talking to him gave Flandre a feeling similar to chatting with Patchy; the other party could quickly answer any of her questions and propose suitable processing methods that she could understand.
Little did she know that the old Lich was also growing more appreciative of the little Blood Demon before him the more they talked. With this level of knowledge and insight, why be a Blood Demon? How about I have a word with Duq'arael and have you transfer your registration to our Lich side instead?
As for Ch'en beside her, her eyes were currently vacant.
Blah blah blah... The two chatted from noon until midnight, with the old Lich dissecting the recording bit by bit. The final result was that if he were to grade this "surgery," he would judge it a failure, because there were too many luck factors involved. It could be said that even they themselves might not be able to replicate this surgery.
But considering it was the first time several people had conducted such a precise and large-scale Magic experiment, and the final result was good—whether it was the reinforcement, nourishment, or monitoring of the soul, they had done the best they could—his final score was eighty.
"What a pity. I really want to meet this child and study her situation, but right now... let's not talk about it. If you have the chance to come to Zwillingstürme together, you must come find me and let me study it properly."
When Flandre and Ch'en were leaving, the old Lich personally saw them to the door. "Next time you come to Zwillingstürme, remember to come find me!"
Watching the two leave, Fremont turned to look at a group of little line-figures chirping and peering over curiously, and couldn't help but huff through his beard. "None of you are studying, what are you looking at!"
"Everyone is just curious! We didn't expect you, old man, to actually chat with a Blood Demon for so long!" A girl wearing a wide-brimmed wizard hat popped out, looking at the two who had almost reached the end of the street outside.
"Curious, are you? I'm also quite curious about the progress of your recent research..."
Before Fremont could finish his sentence to the girl, she vanished in a flash. "Don't ask! If you ask, it's still in progress!"
"Sigh, if any of you had even half the focus that Blood Demon has in academic research, I wouldn't get angry every time I see you." After a round of huffing and puffing, Fremont walked back into his high tower.
On the other side, as Flandre and Ch'en walked home, Ch'en suddenly said, "Someone is following us!"
"That's natural. Fremont's identity is not ordinary. Since we stayed at his place for so long, many people must be getting anxious." Flandre paused after speaking. "But there's no need to worry. We're not doing anything bad, so why be afraid of them?"
Hearing this, Ch'en tightened her grip on Flandre's hand. "You're right."
"Speaking of which, it's a good thing you told me to prepare two extra memory cards yesterday, otherwise we really wouldn't have been able to record everything today," Flandre remarked.
"I have to say, Professor Fremont's level is indeed very high. I've benefited greatly from listening today," Ch'en nodded. "When I get back, I'll review this carefully, then make a copy and send it to Rhodes Island. Consider it the reward they should get for helping Talulah this time!"
Ch'en could sense the extraordinary nature of the exchange between Flandre and Professor Fremont today. The two people who personally participated would naturally be able to hear many things from it as well. The two talked as they walked and soon returned to the hotel.
When they returned, the people from the caravan rushed over and gave them a scolding. Mainly because these two went out in the morning and only came back at night without a single word in between. One must know that Ch'en's identity was not ordinary; what if something went wrong?
After hearing that the two had spent the whole day wandering around the university, they said suspiciously, "Really?"
"Absolutely. I've been very interested in Enwald Ludwig University since I was in Lungmen. Since I had the chance to come here this time, I naturally had to take a good tour," Flandre explained. "I didn't expect this university to be larger than I imagined, which is why the tour took so long."
Flandre smiled very sincerely, and only then did the caravan manager tell them to make sure to return earlier next time.
The next morning, as soon as the group woke up, Leithanien nobles dressed in very formal attire arrived outside the hotel, specifically asking to see Flandre and Ch'en.
"Is something the matter?" Flandre let out a yawn. After returning last night, she had been constantly recalling and reviewing the things Fremont said during their chat, so she hadn't slept well at all. As a result, just as she was preparing to catch up on sleep, she was called up.
"I am the Chamberlain of Her Great and Merciful Majesty, the White Queen. Her Majesty wishes to see the two of you. Please tidy up your appearance and follow me." The man speaking was like a rooster in heat, standing on tiptoe with his head held high, looking as if he were about to reach a peak of excitement.
"The White Queen..." Ch'en looked at Flandre beside her.
Flandre nodded, and only then did she look at the man. "No problem, give us two minutes to change our clothes."
After saying that, Ch'en pulled Flandre back into the room. "What's going on? We only met a professor; how did the White Queen get involved?"
While changing clothes, Ch'en asked Flandre. She knew this little girl must know some inside information.
"Professor Fremont is said to have had a deep relationship with the Witch King of that time. It's just that during the battle where the Twin Queens committed regicide, he chose to stand by and watch, which is why he wasn't purged. But over the years, many Remnants of the Witch King have tried to persuade him to join the cause of resisting the Twin Queens and resurrecting the Witch King..."
Flandre stopped there, but Ch'en more or less understood. Fremont was a leftover from the previous dynasty, but because he chose to side with the Twin Queens at the most critical moment, coupled with his formidable knowledge and his long-term seclusion, he hadn't been purged.
Yesterday, the two of them had chatted in a room with him for so long; it would naturally touch the sensitive nerves of many people. Presumably, those gazes last night were because of that. The reason they were called today was likely the same. But they truly had nothing to do with Leithanien's affairs; everything they discussed here was purely academic.
As the saying goes, "a straight person does not fear a crooked shadow." Once Ch'en had considered this, she understood how to respond next. Under the watchful eyes of the others in the caravan, the two got into a carriage and were taken beneath the Twin Towers.
Upon entering the White Tower, they were met with a large conference room. Looking up, they saw the White Queen, "Eternal Grace" Lieselotte, sitting on a sofa at the far end. After a respectful greeting, the two were invited to sit down.
"I presume you two know why I have invited you here. Actually, for my part, I do not believe you two have any connection with those people. However, if I did not invite you here to clear this matter up, your journey back this time might not be very easy." After sitting down, Lieselotte looked at Flandre.
"Fremont speaks very highly of you. He said that if he didn't know you wouldn't stay in Zwillingstürme, he would have wanted to take you as a student."
"Thank you for Professor Fremont's favor. The professor's knowledge is breathtaking, and yesterday's conversation was very beneficial to me," Flandre responded politely.