It had already been months since the Royal Alchemist, Rumier Kazan, last slept. He looked in the mirror and saw a haggard face, with inch-thick dark circles below his bloodshot eyes. However, Rumier did not feel tired despite his months of struggle against insomnia.

‘I’m almost there,’ he thought. The secret plan he had begun was about to reach its grand finale. He had set up numerous statues across the continent, and he had also laid to rest the suspicious rumors circulating within the palace.

Rumier sat in his stuffy laboratory that stank of stale air while deep in thought.

Would things go smoothly according to plan?

Would the regressor give up on fighting against the Demon Lord?

Would he be able to achieve the result he and his partner wished for?

He had no way of knowing what the outcome would be, but that was all the more reason for him to do his best.

Rumier fiddled with the pendant in his hand.

Meanwhile, at the royal palace…

The new owner of the palace, Empress Kisifran, gave an order that would drastically change the course of the future. “Summon Helkin. It is time for the Imperial Knights to make a move.”

***

The people who had been suddenly transported to the Sylphia Continent were called ‘Travelers’, and the strongest among those Travelers had gathered in front of a black ruin located atop a high mountain.

The mercenaries murmured among themselves.

“Look, that’s Bloodied Sword Vincent,” one of the mercenaries whisper...