e don’t have to talk about all that.
Anyway, you and I are on the same boat now.”


Like it or not, the two were inseparable.

Ricky, who was staring at Jamie, put his hands on Jamie’s shoulder.
He was about to ask why, but then a light covered his body.


Jamie’s eyes widened.

All the wounds were healed.

As the light disappeared, the body that was entirely covered with scars was completely healed.

“I tried it thinking it might work, but it really actually did.”

Ricky looked at his hand in surprise.

He never learnt such things.
And he didn’t know how recovery magic worked.

The talent of the apostle.

“Thank you.”

“Thank you, heh.”


At that time, he felt the presence of Lars and Shadow knights in the distance.

Jamie frowned and said.

“Don’t tell them that you met me.
Speaking of a dark magician, of course.”


“When you see me again, act like usual.”

“Of course.”

“You know what the apostle does.

“I am not that stupid.”

“Okay then.”

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Jamie took refuge before Lars could feel his presence.

Ricky was a little shocked when Jamie disappeared.

He knew that Jamie had talent, but not at this level.

‘But how did he become a dark magician.’

He had that question, but as soon as Lars arrived, he pushed the question away.



Ricky got up and ran to Lars.

Jamie returned to his room and took a deep breath.

Ricky healed all his wounds, but there was nothing he could do about the fatigue.

“I need to deal with the clothes.”

They were a mess.

He was exposed to all kinds of attacks.

And if one of the maids saw this, it was clear that the mansion would be in a mess about what happened.

And then the matter would reach his parent’s ears.

“No big deal.”

Jamie removed the clothes and burned them.

He had so many clothes.
Even if one pair disappeared, no one will know.

Jamie put on his pajamas and sat on the bed.


Black who was summoned stayed on the bed.

Black was all messed up because he used the doppelganger magic.
Even though Black was summoned, it was in deep sleep.

“You have been through a lot.”

Although he didn’t have much left, he raised the black mana and injected it into Black.

‘The whole-body breathing.’

He had to sleep, and then everything will be fine.

And it would take a few days for him to be back in his original state.

After reverse summoning Black, he laid flat on his back.
His body felt numb.
If he could just close his eyes, he would go straight into dreamland…


Just as he was about to drift into sleep, Jamie got up.

He frowned and looked around.

“Why is it so quiet?”

It was natural for the night to be quiet.

But not this one night.

Because the brainwashed Lincoln was supposed to expose everything about Zenith to the Count.

And if that information reached the Count’s ears, then the mansion had to be noisy.


Jamie got up from the bed and went out the door.

He slid down the stairway across the long hallway.

And then when he reached the front door.


The sound of the door opening.

Jamie hurriedly hid himself and tried to examine the identities.


It seemed like they had managed to make a warp.

Lars went to the Count’s bedroom without delay.
It was a very rude action, but given how serious the situation was, it couldn’t be helped.

Chuckling, Jamie went back to his room.

After a while, the mansion started to get noisy.

And now he was sure.

“I got hit.”

Apparently, Lincoln was eliminated.

Late dawn.

Count Welton put on his armor and headed somewhere with his men.

Next to him was Lars with a sharp expression giving out a terrifying light.

“We were one step late.”

It was the Count who said that.

Lars’ expression distorted like a monster.

“These bastards, they cut off their tail…!”

They saw the crowd gathered in the distance.

It was late hours, dozens of people were looking at something at the same time.

The zenith church.

To be precise, it was the corpse stuck high on the church.

“Bishop Lincoln.”

“I know him.”

Lincoln, whose head had been severed, was tied to a pole and showcased.

A terrible sight.

The Count made his way through the crowd.

There were a series of people covered in white clothes.

Familiar symbols on their chest.

“Zenith church.
Judging from their act, it has to be the ‘judges’.”

“If it is the judges, then you are referring to the armed forces in Zenith?”


They knew what it meant.

The Count and Lars approached them.

Among the judges, one had a red crest who bowed to the Count.

“Nice to meet you.
Count Welton.
We are the judges of Zenith Church.
We apologize for not being able to reveal our names other than judges.”

As Lars said, they were judges.

“And what are the judges doing here?”

When the Count asked them in a low voice, the one leading them, politely pointed to Lincoln’s corpse and said.

“We were tracking him by the order of our superiors.
And then found him here in Haiss, it was confirmed that bishop Lincoln was a traitor, he confessed it and then we executed him.
We apologize for showing you such a cruel scene so early in the morning.”

Lars saw the bottle that the judge held out.

A small bug was wriggling in it, and that bug contained holy power.

Something made by the chimera maker.

Lars, who couldn’t stand it, shouted.

“Such self-made excus…”


However, due to the Count’s restraint, he couldn’t yell.

Lars looked at the Count with a doubtful expression, but he didn’t look at him and approached the judge.

“You are pretty brave by the way.”

“What do you mean?”

Count Welton’s eyes gleamed at that-

“Who dares to commit ‘murder’ in my estate.”


As the judge fell down on his knees.

The other judges behind them approached and tried to stop.

At the frightening pressure that was making the judge kneel down.

‘So this is Count Welton.’

The count squatted down to make eye contact with the judge.

And said,

“Do you all wish for death?”

The judge thought for a second.

Count Welton’s eyes were those of a beast.

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