The next evening, Leonhart was **training alone** in the Academy’s underground combat hall.


    Perfect.


    I took my position **in the rafters**, loading my revolver with a special **illusionary magic bullet**.


    It wouldn’t actually hit him—it would just make it look like an assassination attempt.


    I steadied my aim.


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    One shot.


    I pulled the trigger.


    **BANG!**


    The bullet shot toward Leonhart—


    And at the last second, **he dodged.**


    Of course he did. He was the hero.


    But the moment the shot rang out—


    **"INTRUDER!"**


    Guards stormed the training hall.


    Leonhart looked up, scanning for the shooter.


    And that’s when I activated **Phase Two** of my plan.


    A **shadowy figure** leaped from the rafters and sprinted out of the hall.


    It wasn’t me.


    It was an illusion—a **false assassin I created using shadow magic I copied from Elaine.** Copy magic is one of the trait I got in the game.


    The guards and Leonhart immediately gave chase.


    And me?


    I was already halfway across campus.


    **With a crowd of students watching me play cards at the café.**


    I leaned back in my chair, smiling as the chaos unfolded in the distance. **I was feeling like a mastermind.**


    **Perfect alibi.**


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