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From the sky, a boy descended effortlessly. He landed softly right beside Caron and waved his hand with a casual grin.
Thud.
A number of severed heads dropped to the ground. The boy turned to Caron and said in a low voice, "Thanks to your clash with the Mercenary King, I was able to deal with the traitors quite easily. Thank you, Caron."
The Dark Magic Tower Master, Libre, bowed respectfully.
Caron retrieved an elixir from his pouch of dimensional space and drank it in one swift motion.
Fwoosh!
With the holy power radiating from Seria in the stands combined with the elixir's restorative power, the wounds on his body began to heal at a rapid pace.
Sssshhh.
But when Seria's holy light touched Libre, his skin began to burn as if scorched by fire. Even so, he didn't flinch. Draping his black robe tighter, he simply said, "No mercy, as always."
"You're still a dark mage who deserves death," Seria said coldly.
"Hmm, is that so? Still, it seems like I helped subdue the Demon King of Slaughter quite effectively," Libre said with a smile.
"Don't get cocky. Just step back," Seria said.
"As you wish," Libre answered.
What Libre had called his token of trust was this. He'd claimed he possessed the means to effectively restrain the Demon Kings. Caron had been skeptical at first, but what lay before him now was undeniable proof.
Chains, torn from the fabric of space...
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