The Great Mage Detective (1)

“What a shame. I thought my disguise was perfect.”

Professor Werner.

No, it was the black mage wearing the professor’s face who clicked his tongue in disappointment.

Still, it was a disguise comparable to a dragon’s polymorph, in its own way.

I never thought it would be seen through so easily.

“Well, it can’t be helped. How could I not get excited with another Gospel right before my eyes?”

There was none of the peculiar fluster one would expect from someone whose identity had been exposed.

If anything, he looked relieved that this ridiculous charade was over.

“You know? I actually knew from the beginning that you weren’t the real one.”

Red mana rose like heat haze from the tip of Dean Raymond’s wand, which was aimed at the black mage...