Rebirth of the Noble Mage Behind the Scenes

After a short moment, under the guidance of a member of the Resistance Army, Anvis entered the room.

"Who would have thought, the renowned leader of the Starfire Organization, His Excellency Ray of Ninth Rank Professionals, would be reviewing documents in such a modest environment?"

Glancing around at the ordinary furniture in the study, Anvis turned back to Ray, his tone casual.

"Tsk, tsk, should it be said that it's befitting of a Ninth Rank originated from the lower classes? Such a lifestyle of hardship and simplicity is truly admirable—"

"Sir, I do not like your tone."

Listening to Anvis's somewhat sarcastic words, Ray's tone became slightly chilly. An invisible Domain Force Field spread from his body, gradually enveloping the entire room.

However, to his surprise, when his Domain expanded to envelop Anvis, there was no resistance felt at all, and Anvis was shrouded within it.

"Magic Projection?!"

The next second, the feedback from within his own Domain made Ray instantly understand the reason, and he looked at Anvis with a hint of suspicion.

"So, who exactly are you? What is your purpose here?"

"There's no need for doubt, respected His Excellency Ray, I indeed come from the Truth Circle."

"After all, as an organization that favors peace, I am here with the organization's sincerity."

Regardless of Ray's Domain wrapping the entire room, Anvis's tone remained consistently calm.

"Correspondingly, this projection also has no combat capability; even a slight bit of damage will cause it to shatter in an instance.

Therefore, you had better not act rashly, and there's no need for any meaningless probing, as we will not send a second projection."

"Hmph... Very well, state your purpose."

Coldly eyeing him, Ray ultimately decided not to directly crush the projection, but to listen to the purpose of his visit.

"Before I demonstrate our sincerity, I need to ask you a question first, His Excellency Ray," said Anvis, with an elegant gesture of a hand to his chest, impeccable in manner.

"Are you content with the current situation of the Resistance Army?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Ray's expression grew even colder, and a palpable sense of oppression gradually rose in the room,

The fire in the fireplace began to flicker unevenly, and pages upon pages without any wind spontaneously moved, casting bizarre, dancing shadows on the walls, as if a strange world had suddenly descended.

"Do you truly not understand, His Excellency Ray?"

Facing Ray, who seemed on the verge of anger, Anvis smiled slightly.

"Well then, let me be blunt. Used as a tool, after great tribulations to overthrow the original ruler, but in the end, to merely have those who oppressed you from high above replaced by a new set, are you willing to accept such a fate?"

"At your high position, no doubt someone has already explained to you the objectives of those High Rank Prophets, as well as the safety clause of the Particaran Agreement."

"And once the Particaran Agreement is annulled, the Resistance Army, a knife that has lost its usefulness, can only disintegrate.

You will lose all support from behind, the majority of your supply routes will be cut off, only able to purchase supplies through the black market at exorbitant prices, while the captured spoils of war will have to be sold off at half price or even less."

And at that time, the alliance armies from the other kingdoms will personally take to the battlefield to endlessly pursue you. Any place you are in will be engulfed in the flames of war, with no place to catch your breath and recover.

In an instant, the entire world will begin to target you."

Ignoring Ray's increasingly ugly expression, Anvis continued with a smile that sent shivers down one's spine, speaking in a tone as calm as it was almost icy.

"And you, as the renowned leader of the Resistance Army, will naturally not be spared.

Your sword, your head, your soul... all of these could fetch a handsome price. Are you willing to accept such a fate?"

"Your head will be displayed to the public, so that everyone understands that you are the source of all this turmoil and now have been eradicated by a merciful and wise ruler.

Then, they will be grateful to the lord, extinguish any desire for resistance, and redirect all the hatred borne from the war onto you and the Resistance Army.

Your sword will become a treasured item in some castle, proudly showcased to guests during gatherings—'This is the very sword of Ray, the legendary leader of the Resistance Army.'

Then, they will talk about your various military exploits while the sword is passed around for the young nobles to admire and handle.

Your soul, even more so, is in demand—The soul of a Ninth Rank legend; any Necromancer of the Ninth Rank would pay a great price to acquire it, and after turning you into a Dead Spirit creature, you might even be used to clean up the remnants of the Resistance Army."

"So, how about it? Are you truly resigned to such a destiny, Your Highness?"

"Hmph! Sir, that's overly alarmist!"

Listening to Anvis' words, Ray's gaze became icy cold, his tone like that squeezed through clenched teeth, as if he were ready to crush Anvis to pieces at any moment.

"Whether I'm being alarmist or not, you must already have your own opinion.

Or, do you plan to use this as your ticket to advancement, sacrificing the entire Resistance Army at a critical moment to secure a position within the new ruling class?"

Saying this, Anvis couldn't help but laugh.

"Of course, this is also a viable strategy. After all, at any time, a Ninth Rank always enjoys more privileges.

A splendid transformation, from the inglorious role of leader of the Resistance Army to a heroic figure who had to bear humiliation for the Empire's lasting peace.

Casting off negative repercussions while reaping the greatest benefits."

"Perhaps, I could take the liberty to address you as 'Duke Ray, Your Highness' a little earlier?"

Before the echo of Anvis' voice faded, Ray suddenly snorted coldly. A tremendous Ninth Rank momentum burst forth wildly and pressed towards him, as if trying to force his words back down his throat.

Facing such a terrifying pressure, Anvis' smile did not change,

As the pressure approached, his figure suddenly flickered, and all the pressure missed and hit nothing.

"Hmm?! Not bad."

Ray felt a surge of astonishment, but his face remained impassive as he stared at Anvis with a gaze as calm and bloodthirsty as a wolf on the prairie.

"It seems that you still hold prejudices and mistrust towards me. But that's not important, should you change your mind, you can send someone to Dawn Tavern, where I will show you our first gesture of sincerity."

"For instance—the Embers Organization."

With a measured tone, Anvis placed his left hand behind his back and his right hand on his chest, bowing elegantly to Ray, and then, just as he had appeared, vanished with a flicker.

Watching the spot where Anvis had disappeared, Ray's fingers rhythmically tapped the table, his expression stoic. Unknown to anyone, his left hand, which was held behind his back, had clenched tightly.