A loud explosion tore through the air. The explosion was so loud that it made me feel a bit disoriented. Jung Ha-Yan had cast her spells without any chanting or hand signs.0

“Don’t kill him!” I shouted. I was worried that an enraged Jung Ha-Yan would instantly crumple the Holy Sword Hero into a bloody lump. Of course, what Sung Ji-Hoon had done was serious enough that even an execution wouldn’t seem excessive, but I couldn’t just let one of the heroes who had once grown into a pillar of the continent during the first life die in such a ridiculous place. 0

There was always the possibility that he could still be useful later on.0

Fortunately, it didn’t seem like Jung Ha-Yan had lost her sense of reasoning to the point that she couldn’t understand me. 0

In fact, perhaps it was just my imagination, but it almost felt like she understood the situation. I believed part of the reason behind that was the fact that the Holy Sword Hero had been treating me with absurd reverence, while I myself was acting as though I were protecting him. 0

Jung Ha-Yan also knew that she could retrieve me at any moment if she wanted to do so. To put it bluntly, Sung Ji-Hoon could struggle as hard as he could here, but escaping...0