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While Celia and Nerwen left for a while, I organized my thoughts.

“under…”

If you want revenge, the most correct answer is already out there. Leaving them like this and leaving to do my job.

It’s enough to just think it looks good and go the way you want to go. I just have to go do my job while remembering the suffering of these women.

I hated that. It was hard for me to admit it, but I didn’t want to see her suffer any more.

And, I knew very well what I had to do for that.

Nerwen’s abnormal symptoms are resolved as long as I stay by his side. Even if I can’t help it after I die or go back, I can come back enough as long as you allow me to be near me right now.

Celia is no different. Her roots have not changed. A few words of comfort will quickly bring her back to life and return to the woman I knew.

“Am I too optimistic?”

But, at least it was worth a try. In my words, it was that Celia in that state could be reversed.

“…”

I didn’t like that though. I didn’t think I could look at her face and say I forgive her.

In a slightly different way, I could understand Celia’s feelings.

“I can’t help it…”

Unable to do this or that, I left a pocket full of gold coins and a letter.

I couldn’t choose either one in the end.

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The black magician problem seemed to be solved surprisingly easily. Briefly explaining the situation, I waited quietly as she sipped tea gracefully.

“You should’ve come to see me from the beginning. It was a short moment, but I thought I’d become friends with the hero…”

As I left the slums and wandered around the capital, one of her men called me. In front of me, who followed me, a noble lady with a strong impression was waiting for me with a teacup.

“Thank you for saying that.”

Christina Altdore. He was an aristocratic person.

“A lot happened in the imperial palace. My father worked hard to regain the honor of the hero.”

“I heard about it.”

I hadn’t actually heard anything, but I could have guessed that he did.

There was no way Creon, who would have moved to curb the emperor’s power and take advantage of their interests, would not uncover the greatest weakness of the emperor and Eleanor.

“The traitor is blatantly walking around, but…well, there’s not much left. If you wait a bit, you’ll be able to enjoy a happy life with us.”

I didn’t want to answer, I didn’t want to convince, I didn’t want to understand.

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Just a person looking at a different place from me. As long as the goal could be achieved, it didn’t matter anyway.

“Rather than that, the warlock job…”

“Look at my mind. You said you visited the capital because of that, right?”

She smiled like an aristocratic lady and took a sip of her tea.

“As expected, you are a warrior. Even after being betrayed so cruelly, you still pay attention to the deaths of a few lowly people.”

The words are a little harsh. This place is starting to feel uncomfortable.

“It’s an act that’s hard to understand, but it looks noble. People like this should be in high positions…”

As we silently waited for her impressions, Christina continued with an affectionate look.

“We were also investigating the case.”

“Is that so?”

“It’s important that people die, but warlocks always bring chaos. Who knows what a villain who grew up eating those corpses would do?”

“I’m glad.”

“It seems a bit disloyal to say this… but the upper echelons of the Empire are incompetent right now. Shouldn’t we move too?”

She wasn’t unaware that the ‘upper part of the empire’ she was talking about was referring to the emperor. Also, the reason why he couldn’t exert his original power was the Creon family.

However, it was a good thing that she was actively working on solving the problem now. At least in this case, it can be resolved unhindered by political reasons.

“If the Creon family is conducting an investigation… Do you know who the culprit is?

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Just as I did when I wiped out miscellaneous warlocks’ dens alone, my strength was overwhelming in small battles.

“that is…”

Christina’s voice fell.

“Is there something wrong?”

“That’s not it. But…”

Doubts welled up in my mind. There was no reason for her to be so careful with her words.

“By any chance, other than that dirty cheater… How are you doing with the other warrior party members?”

“…I don’t think that’s important. It doesn’t seem to have anything to do with this.”

“Sadly, it’s related.”

After she said that, I couldn’t be more stubborn. It wasn’t even a relationship that needed to be hidden.

“Recently, Nerwen and Celia… I mean, I met an elf and a saint once. I haven’t seen them since we parted ways in Leodrin’s estate.”

“Are you reconciled with them?”

I felt a little hurt because I kept asking personal questions. However, I could tell you this much if needed.

“It won’t happen.”

“That’s fortunate. They, along with that disgusting fake hero, harassed the real hero, right? No matter how hypocritical you try, the fundamentals don’t change.”

I didn’t think that Christina, who was sitting in front of me, had lived a life so clean that she could accuse others of hypocrisy, but in a way, this could also be prejudice.

More than that, I wanted to hear what he said next. Why the hell did I have to curse them?

“There’s a rich mage who’s been collecting corpses. As you may know, the difference between a warlock and an ordinary wizard is just a piece of paper.”

“Well…”

It was a phrase I had heard from Farseer.

“Like a militia or a mercenary can become a bandit in an instant, it’s just the way they behave.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Behind this, there is a mage tower master.”

I thought you might say something like this. Neither Nerwen nor Celia were in any condition to be involved in such a thing, and that hard-headed Eleanor was not one to be involved in buying a corpse.

However, I still couldn’t believe her words. I was slowly feeling worse.

“Do you have any proof? I don’t think Farseer would have to do such a thing.”

Laurel said this too, but her hypotheses were weak. However, if Cristina was going to tell me this, it meant that she had evidence, or at least was confident enough to convince me.

“Of course, I’m not saying this without grounds. The magic tower owner is a monster that has lived for hundreds of years, right? If I act clumsily, I might turn into a frog tomorrow.”

Christina trembled.

“That damn frog…”

Unexpectedly, she was afraid of Farsi.

Come to think of it, it wasn’t exactly strange. Unlike Eleanor or the Emperor, who could be sure that they would move within the framework of court etiquette, Farseer would not have been able to predict what method to use when he was wrong.

“I didn’t want to admit it either. I’d rather use it if I was a clumsy imperial mage, but this… it’s a problem that can’t be solved without an all-out war.”

As I glared at her in silence, Cristina let out a deep sigh.

“I don’t think so… but does His Majesty know about this?”

“He’s also in one line… No, I think there are a lot of vassals who block the eyes and ears of His Majesty the Emperor. Or, his gun is blurry.”

She spat out the risky words, but she looked so urgent that it was difficult to recognize them.

However, it made me more difficult to trust her. It wouldn’t matter if it was a solo crime, because the emperor couldn’t turn a blind eye to it when she was collecting corpses.

“What the hell would a Farseer collect corpses for?

“For evil magic, there aren’t many materials more effective than corpses.”

“Evil magic?”

“If it’s a magic that requires a lot of magic for destruction, curse, and death.”

Christina lightly caressed the ring in her hand. The ruby hanging inside it gave off a faint light.

“I, too, am a person who knows magic at an educated level. And the fact that the Mage Tower is collecting corpses is an undeniable fact.”

“Hmm…”

“Now that this has happened, our family had no choice but to acknowledge and accept it. Instead of asking ‘Why would the Mage Master collect corpses?’, we should answer the question ‘Why does the Mage Master collect corpses?’”

“Can you prove that to me?”

She clapped lightly twice and called the attendant who was waiting outside the door.

“He will tell you the detailed location. Rather than me saying a hundred words, I think it would be better for the hero to drive it himself.”

It didn’t sound like a lie to antagonize the warriors’ party. At least, she seemed to believe that to be true.

“Please, I hope you make the right choice. For our sake and for your own sake.”

Cristina, who had an empty teacup in front of her, smiled lightly.