Ketal didn’t kill Dragosar, as he never intended to in the first place. Killing a noble mage from a fantasy world was unthinkable. Instead, he gathered all the catalysts and materials Dragosar had painstakingly collected and brought him to Milayna.0

“I’ve brought the mage,” Ketal announced.0

“What?” Sorting through the damage reports from the fire incident, Milayna froze mid-motion. “What did you just say?”0

“This is the mage who was attacking you—Dragosar.”0

“W-wait a moment!” Milayna hurriedly checked, and soon realized what was going on. The man standing lifelessly beside Ketal, his eyes vacant, was indeed Dragosar.0

“It didn’t even take you a day…,” she murmured, awestruck.0

She had known Ketal was strong, but she had expected the task to take several days. When a mage settled into their domain, they could wield power far beyond their usual limits. That was why she had been unable to deal with him herself. Yet, Ketal had ended it all within a matter of hours.0

Ketal patted Dragosar’s shoulder. “You must have questions about him, Milayna. Ask him and he will answer.”0

“Please… ask me anything,” Dragosar...0