The Immortal Happiness Preacher, whose entire body was stained with blood, bit her lower lip. She was shaking, as if she weren’t just ripples, but turbulent ocean currents. The Constellation was silent for a long time.0

Her army of apostles also stopped singing. The restless battlefield finally entered a short respite 0

Meanwhile, the Paladin approached me. “Death King, what do you mean by punishing all evil criminals?”1

The other Hunters behind the Paladin also looked at me. Their expressions ranged from puzzled, bewildered, or shocked. Their gazes, each carrying a different emotion, were on me. 0

“I mean it literally.” I calmly welcomed the way they looked at me. “I know that you purged many people while running the Tower. I’m sure you’re probably still doing it in secret.”0

“…”0

“I can’t tell you to change the way you’ve been doing that just because it’s wrong. I don’t have the confidence or the actual ability to run the Tower better than you. But if you really need to kill someone in the future, just bring them to me.”0

“Huh?” The Inquisitor tilted his head. After only cocking his head twice, he smiled brightly once realization dawned on him. “I see! Why haven’t I thought of this until now? That’s a really good idea, Mr. Death King!”0

The Black Witch frowned. “What do you mean?”0

“Think about it. Mr. Death King’s ability isn’t just about summoning the people he killed. He can give them their memories back! Then, we can use him as a walking prison!”0

The Inquisitor’s laughter echoed across the quiet wilderness.0

“His prison doesn’t require food or resources! Suppose Mr. Death King takes in a serial killer. All it takes to keep the killer from murder forever is for the Death...0