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-722- Please do so

Now Rozen understood Alice's purpose.

She wanted to form a legion of fourteen, and vie for dominance during the Night Party until one of them became the Wiseman.

For this reason, Alice took on the alias of 87th-ranked, become Cedric and manipulated the rankings of all members of this legion. However, Rozen still couldn't comprehend why Alice was targeting him specifically.

"Even if I'm ranked second, I've shown my strength and threat in my fight with Magnus. There are others in the Academy who are more deserving of suppression than me. It's rather strange that you chose to target me," Rozen questioned, gazing at Alice.

In his view, he had no significant prior interactions with the girl standing before him. If Alice wanted to target the most threatening individual at the Night Party, then it should have been Magnus. Despite Rozen's confidence in his abilities, in the eyes of the public, Magnus was widely regarded as the most powerful figure.

Rozen's question aimed to clarify this puzzling situation.

Not to mention that, apart from Rozen, there are plenty of people who could obstruct Germany from becoming the Wiseman. There were plenty of targets Alice could have chosen.

Among all these targets, Alice specifically singled him out, which left Rozen utterly puzzled. So, Rozen genuinely wanted to know why Alice was provoking him, pushing Frey into a corner, dragging him into the Night Party, and even threatening Charl to deal with him. What was her reason?

"Aren't you afraid of dragging me into the Night Party, where you've gathered all the forces to display your power?" Rozen questioned Alice intensely.

To this question, Alice responded with indifference, "Because it's fun."

"Fun?" Rozen was taken aback by her unexpected answer.

Even Yaya found this answer surprising. As a result, Shin, who stood behind Alice, spoke up.

"I apologize on her behalf," Shin bowed perfectly as a butler should and said, "While my lady excels in many ways, her only flaw is her dreadful personality. I hope you can forgive her."

Alice casually added, "Okay, Shin, I'll use a hot iron rod to poke your nostrils later."

Alice smiled on her face despite her words. It couldn't be helped. She explained further, "In fact, it's interesting. The plan to gather a legion to dominate the Night Party is nearly unbeatable since all members of the Knights of the Cross manipulated their ranks to be lower than their actual abilities."

"Both Me and Rosenberg have the power to rank among the Thirteen, and the rest aren't far off. With fourteen puppeteers like us, we might even have a fighting chance against all the Thirteen, especially in the chaos of the Night Party," Alice stated confidently.

"In front of the Knights of the Cross, those lower-ranked ones who entered before me aren't even worth mentioning. They'll all be swept aside. Even those who come after and are higher-ranked have no chance against the power of this legion."

To combat the strength of this legion, the higher-ranked ones have only one way out, and that is to form teams, just like the Knights of the Cross. However, unless they form teams consisting of individuals at the level of the Thirteen, all others, no matter how numerous, would be defeated when facing the Knights of the Cross.

Even Magnus, with his six powerful Automata and the secret technique of the Crimson Wing Formation, would have to be cautious when dealing with a legion so close to the level of the Thirteen. The answer is uncertain.

No matter how you look at it, Magnus's magic power is limited, even the Crimson Wing Formation has limitations and requires the consumption of blood. If they were to engage in a prolonged conflict with such a legion, it would inevitably end badly.

"This plan is too secure, so secure that it lacks any suspense and even feels boring," Alice expressed her dissatisfaction.

"Rosenberg is too cautious, to the point that it becomes annoying. So," Alice said with a smile, "I have to find some fun on my own."

Alice spoke these words cheerfully, causing Rozen to narrow his eyes. Was she saying that...

"You chose me to drag into the Night Party and become your opponent to make things more interesting?"

Rozen asked this question emotionlessly.

"Exactly," Alice admitted frankly.

"You are someone who can force Magnus to use a terrifying technique that no one has seen before and single-handedly annihilate the entire Divine Works. If it's you, even the Knights of the Cross must treat you with caution, right?"

Alice explained, as if she took pleasure in this situation.

"After all, we would have met at the Night Party sooner or later. So, instead of waiting for unknown variables later, isn't it better to involve you now?" She questioned.

Presumably, this is the reason why Rosenberg turned a blind eye to Alice's actions?

Rozen's single-handed destruction of the Divine Works could be concealed from others, but not from two prestigious German families, the Rosenberg family, the Bernsteins, or even the Night Party's executive department. Alice, being someone who had access to information from these powers, knew about this. Rosenberg knowing it was normal.

"That person is probably thinking that involving you now, making you a part of this, is more advantageous than giving you time to gather a legion and confront us like we did."

Alice saw through Rosenberg's thoughts.

"I knew he would definitely think that way, so I dragged you into the situation without permission."

Is this the reason Alice targeted Rozen?

"You will regret it," Rozen said emotionlessly.

But this only made Alice even happier.

"Please, do so."

This time, Alice was not just happy but also ecstatic, even bordering on madness as she revealed her inner thoughts.

"After all, I'm a bad person, and no one likes me. Hehe."

Alice smiled and then turned away, leaving Rozen behind.

Silently, Shin followed her.

"Rozen?"

Yaya seemed to sense that something was amiss and looked at Rozen with unease.

Rozen didn't look at Yaya but instead kept his gaze on Alice's departing figure, falling into silence.

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