"How... did you do it?"
Mrs. Judith was at a loss for words. She had seen many people trying to decipher the contents of the letter. The professors at the academy had exhausted every means at their disposal, but all to no avail. Yet, Lindong seemed to merely trace his finger lightly over the parchment, infusing it with some magic power.
She finally saw the words appearing on the parchment, fulfilling a long-held obsession in her heart.
Cynthia.
That is the name of the Hunting Goddess.
Dean McCarthy Delin hid it well. Even she, as a researcher, had never noticed the relationship between the dean and the Hunting Goddess.
"You were all heading in the wrong direction. The contents of this letter have nothing to do with the magic net."
Lindong read the contents on the parchment. At the end of his life, McCarthy Delin finally managed to write down his purest thoughts on this parchment, "It is merely a detection spell."
"And the other obscured parts..."
