Culprit

>WHOOOOSSSHHH!<

The gentle wind howled as a figure swiftly made its way in the dead of night.

The figure was moving so fast it seemed like a blur—Or rather, like the very essence of darkness itself.

Covered in a dark hooded cloak and shrouded in a faint black hue of Magic, it glided and traversed the surrounding area until it reached a place—somewhere that was known only to the man hidden within the hood.

He had bided his time, ensuring that everything went smoothly, only for his attempt to fail. The target was still alive, the Academy was on high alert, the most dangerous man in the Kingdom was wary, and the Capital now had their attention on Ainzlark.

Of course, most of these things had been within his calculations, but… who would have expected his target to live? How possible was it that he had managed to survive long enough for Neron to arrive, and right on time too?

It was as though fate smiled upon the boy.

No matter—it wasn't a total loss.