PAID

Honestly, Ihan could have killed them all on his own.

This wasn’t arrogance or mere prediction; it was a clear conviction based on analysis and experience.

Did they have mystical powers?

So what?

‘Compared to that monster, this is nothing.’

The monster named Tur de Seigan, the master of the Magic Tower.

If there was ever a nightmare that might haunt one’s dreams, it would be that monster. Compared to that, these people were barely intimidating.

Sure, their abilities and mysticism made them tricky to deal with, but tricky didn’t mean impossible to defeat.

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“It's over.”

With the arrival of reinforcements, the battle was effectively over.

“R-Raq de Duron?! Why is Galahad’s Hulang here?!”

“The Black Lion of the North...”

It seemed they recognized the two men’s faces, unable to hide their shock. Ihan nodded slightly in understanding.

‘I’d be freaked out too.’

If two such beings suddenly appeared as reinforcements, who could possibly stay calm?

Ihan understood their feelings perfectly.

When they were enemies, they were terrifying and exasperating, but when they were allies, they were the most reassuring of companions.

For example...

“Is this like ‘Guan Yu in the center, Lü Bu on the left’?”

Ihan muttered softly, finding the situation amusing. When he spoke nonsense like that, the two men responded:

“Haha, you rest. While we’ve been comfortably sleeping, it seems you’ve had a hard time on your own.”

“If you’re tired, take a break.”

The two men, urging him to rest as if caring for him, but Ihan couldn’t help but chuckle.