The body that was stronger than anyone else’s was trembling dangerously.

“Blue Tower Master!”

“Old Man!”

The robes of the 8th Circle magician, Blundell Adruncus, were dyed red as the sword that destroys one’s body and soul left wounds all over his body without any damage to his clothing.

However, Theo couldn’t help wondering. A magician’s accomplishments couldn’t be said to be proportional to mental power, but a powerful magician possessed a strong mind. Veronica and Blundell should have only felt mild dizziness, so why had Blundell suffer such serious injuries?

Invidia scoffed, “Sheer idiocy, transferring their wounds to your body. What is the use of such ineffective behavior?”

“Cough! It might be dangerous to those children, but it is just a slight scrape to this old man. Anyway, if I can use my life to save them, there is no reason to hesitate!”

Indeed, Blundell swayed but stayed standing. The heart sword would’ve sliced through William’s heart and Sylvia’s carotid artery, but instead, the spirit and physical strength that had been honed for a hundred years had received the blow that would’ve killed dozens of people.

The magicians, who were burdens to Blundell, stiffened. Meanwhile, Invidia scoffed, “Why should the strong protect the weak? You should’ve let them die and attacked me instead.”

“Hu, a monster like you...