"Roswaal... is dead?"
Upon hearing this, the blonde girl with drill-like hair suddenly changed her expression. She raised her hand, and Fang Zheng could feel the oppressive magic power permeating the entire library from her actions.
"What on earth happened?"
"It's a long story, but since you're associated with Roswaal, I'll tell you."
However, Fang Zheng completely ignored the oppressive magic power. He casually pulled up a chair and sat down, then recounted the series of events to the drill-haired girl.
After listening to Fang Zheng's account, the drill-haired girl couldn't hide her astonishment.
"This is just a joke, you're not trying to fool Betty..."
As she spoke, Fang Zheng saw the drill-haired girl summon a heavy book from thin air. It appeared next to Betty, who quickly opened it and widened her eyes in shock.
"Roswaal is really dead? How is this possible? How could this happen...?"
"Well... that's how it is."
