Everything was as the great Demon God's Child had expected!
Regarding helping Diana escape, the Chief Royal Magician, Volk, also had the same intention.
However, when Volk saw Mil...
His expression was as if he had seen a ghost.
Mil didn't think too much and told the good news that the Emperor had secretly approved Diana's escape to this senior; then he fully entrusted the matter to him.
However, killing an old generation magician is still somewhat difficult and requires some preparation...
The time was set for three nights later, after Otto's funeral ended.
Once Diana successfully escaped, she would definitely go to find the old members of the Royal Knights;
Just by revealing some clues to those people, Diana could be guided to point the finger at the Black Magician, Ibon.
Returning to Lyata's residence in the Royal Capital, it was already getting late.
As soon as Mil pushed open the door...
"Mil! We are your fans!"
"Good evening, everyone."
Looking at a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old passionate teenagers, Mil showed a polite smile.
Arthur awkwardly explained that they insisted on coming and such, but Mil didn't care at all...
After all, the instructors and teachers of these people were all from the Royal Knights.
The Royal Knights was vast, a product left behind by Emperor Albert III for the purpose of defection and strategic deployment.
On the surface, most of them belonged to Diana's command, but in reality, they each pledged allegiance to different factions, divided into many cliques.
For example, the First Prince Otto did not realize that several of his close guards had already been swayed by the Third Prince and could take his life at any time.
This meeting was very lively...
Mil patiently listened to the flattery of these knight apprentices, then shifted the topic to Diana, the leader of the Royal Knights.
The atmosphere instantly became somewhat subdued...
"Princess Diana could never do such a thing!"
One of the students slammed the table, full of passion and righteous indignation.
Mil, the culprit, sighed with sadness and helplessness:
"Everyone, actually, as a direct participant in the incident, I can still only see a hint of something...
As soon as these words came out, it instantly aroused everyone's curiosity, and they all widened their eyes and held their breath.
Mil pondered for a moment, then sighed:
"At that time, there were five people responsible for guarding Otto, but there were only four knight corpses at the scene..."
This matter was never mentioned at the trial, and everyone smelled a strange and conspiratorial aura.
Mil suddenly looked up and said in a deep voice:
"The remaining person is very likely the murderer."
A student immediately raised an objection:
"But, both the Baron and Prince Otto were equally skilled, how could a Royal Knight defeat five people?"
"Good question! Otto's death is very strange. Combining the traces at the scene and the situation at the time, including Princess Diana, they were very likely poisoned."
Everyone gasped, but they were still a bit confused:
"Knights all have powerful blessing magic, how could they be easily poisoned?"
That was indeed true, the dosage Mil used back then was not small.
"There is one possibility, and that is Black Magic..."
Mil tapped the table lightly with his fingers, lowered his voice, and continued:
"Moreover, I personally saw a Royal Knight jump out of the window, driving a cart piled with straw, and hastily fleeing the scene."
"Where did he go?"
The students grasped the key point of the breakthrough, their expressions tense. Mil stroked his chin, pretending to ponder:
"If it was a Black Magician, they would most likely flee to the Black Forest..."
The Black Forest was very far away, a lawless place. The students sighed helplessly when they heard this.
Mil also strongly empathized with everyone:
"Alas... now, only those who believe in Princess Diana can help her."
The topic ended, and he clapped his hands again, reminding everyone:
"Alright, these are all my guesses. You are all the people I trust most. I only told a few of you about this. Don't tell anyone else, and especially don't tell your instructors and teachers. I'm worried they might do something foolish. If you accidentally let it slip, absolutely don't say it was me who told you."
...
The next day...
Mil was uneasy, so he wrote down what he had said last night in a letter;
He then disguised himself as an old woman and found someone to deliver the letter to Diana's former subordinate, the adjutant of the Royal Knights.
Afterward, he followed the scent to the black market, carefully selecting items that could send the Chief Royal Magician, Volk, on his way;
But in this process, the more he searched, the more he felt something was wrong...
"What? You mean... you want to buy a magic item to instantly kill an eighth-level Archmage?"
"Then... two would also work?"
The black market merchant pondered for a moment and handed over two pills:
"Here, take this pill."
"If I take this pill, I can defeat him?"
"Sleeping pills. Take them and go dream!"
He asked several merchants in a row, and they all gave similar answers.
How strange, how did Volk die in the original plot then?
Mil regretted it; he shouldn't have suggested assisting Diana in escaping to the Emperor...
As her difficulty decreased, his own difficulty suddenly skyrocketed.
After an unsuccessful search, Mil returned to his residence. On the way, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure standing at the entrance of Paradiso Mansion.
"Lilith?"
Mil was a little surprised and went up to greet her, but Lilith's eyes held a hint of resentment:
"Good evening, my fiancé. You came to the Royal Capital alone, without even telling me. It's truly disheartening..."
"I'm sorry... I left in a hurry and forgot to tell you. Oh, and there's something else I'd like to ask you about..."
Mil explained his confusion...
The main problem was that ordinary physical means could not break through the passive defense that an eighth-level magician possessed.
But Lilith didn't seem to care much after hearing it:
"If I can see his defensive magic activated, I might be able to provide a reverse-engineered magic."
"Huh? You can reverse-engineer an eighth-level magician's spell?"
Mil was astonished...
After gaining a basic understanding of the magic system, he also understood the difficulty of this matter, which was equivalent to being given a lock and having to create a key for it.
And Lilith said almost certainly:
"If... it's just targeting his passive defensive magic, it's not a big problem."
"You're simply a genius!"
"Heh, a genius... huh?"
Lilith's tone carried a hint of bitterness and helplessness. Mil was overjoyed:
"That's great! Then how can I make him activate his magic defense? A sneak attack?"
"Just seeing him a few times will do. This matter will..."
Lilith originally wanted to say that she would handle this matter, but she swallowed her words:
"Go find someone and propose a magic duel to him."
In reality, a large part of the reason was laziness, and she felt that helping should be limited.
Mil nodded thoughtfully. After returning home, he opened the succubus book:
"Miley, I have a task for you..."
"My Lord, you speak."
"Go find Volk and propose a magic duel!"
"Yes, I obey your will."