CHAPTER 68: ACQUAINTANCES

Zephyr ignored the glare he was receiving. Slowly, turning around, he looked up at the sky.

Corvinus, who flew up, was swiftly moving his staff around, weaving some kind of magical field around him. Then, like a cannon, he launched a high-powered jet of fire at the godspawn.

Below, on the ground, Zolt and the rest of the mages watched everything closely.

"Thump"

With a thunderous roar, an explosive flame pillar flew horizontally and collided.

The godspawn, for the first time, released a shrill cry and reeled back. The instant the flame pillar collided with its body, it created a water shield to block it.

Therefore, the damage it suffered was minimal.

Behind the flame pillar, Corvinus smiled.

Zephyr nodded understandingly. The old man was poking around and testing out the limits of the godspawn. The flame pillar was far from the strongest spell he could use.

Before Zephyr could think about what his next move would be, Corvinus flew towards the giant Immortal Jelly. Behind him, the wind swirled to form a tornado.

Like a sweeping net, it took over the skies, preventing the godspawn from moving.

Occasionally, runic symbols, giant arrays, and a combination of spells materialised inside the spell, locking and turning part of the sky into an unbreakable prison.

The godspawn tried to resist, but couldn’t. Its giant body felt the crushing weight from all around it, preventing it from moving.

"Arrrrr."

It screamed again and tried to use water to block it. But the spells Corvinus cast were not attack-oriented.

There was nothing to block.

The crushing pressure around it increased.

Moments later, the entire array crunched inwards before blasting off into the direction of the mainland, carrying the godspawn with it.

’Hm...a baby godspawn doesn’t have the combat experience to resist that...I see...’

Zephyr thought watching Corvinus fly towards the godspawn.

Meanwhile, Zolt also rose into the air, following them from behind.

As Zephyr suggested, they were going to fight it from the land. And it was going to happen far away from him.

Zephyr took a deep breath.

’That’s good.’ He thought even as the exhaustion from the previous battle drilled into his body.

"I don’t have to stick around here anymore." He muttered and decided to leave.

Whatever was going to happen next was beyond his control. He had no thought of participating in it. He had done his best and needed time to rest.

’This time, I lived. I wasn’t captured, nor was I brought away to be turned into a chimera. That’s good.’

’At the same time, I seemed to have screwed up the plan of the necromancer and his master. With Corvinus and Zolt here, the baby godspawn wouldn’t escape. So, it’s safe to assume, I screwed them over big time.’

’Ah...it feels so nice...’

’Other than Jack being captured and a few villagers dying, the rest turned out great.’

He thought and turned to look at the altar one last time.

There, he could see the dead body of the necromancer lying on the ground. The man bragged about destroying the kingdom, but in the end, he died like a dog.

The person who seemed to have promised him power used and discarded him the moment he tried to go against the plan.

’A friggin loser.’ He commented with a hint of disgust. ’If you wanted revenge for the injustice you have suffered, you should have taken it by your own hand.’

Gazing at his body with disapproval, Zephyr turned around.

If the world lacked a system to give justice or if it failed to provide justice, there was no problem with taking revenge. But to do so in this manner was shameful from his perspective.

’If you want someone dead, go kill them. Why take the life of the innocent?’ He shook his head and walked silently towards the temple bridge.

However, just as he took a few steps in the direction, two men flew over from the side of the disk-shaped aircraft and landed in front.

Zephyr raised his head to look at them.

He tilted his head.

"Where are you leaving? You have to provide a reasonable explanation as to what happened here." One of the men said.

The man was wearing a navy blue robe with intricate embroidery. On his chest, Zephyr could see a badge showing his rank as a 4-star intermediate mage.

He was the same rank, but of a lower rating than the necromancer who just died.

’Do I know this guy?’ Zephyr tried to recall.

From the way the man was acting, he seemed to be an acquaintance. But no matter how hard he tried, Zephyr couldn’t remember anything about the person.

It was as if his brain resisted any thoughts that delved into those memories. Other than feeling a sense of disgust and apprehension, he couldn’t recall anything at all.

’Hm...that is odd. And now that I think about it, I don’t remember in detail the time I spent in the tower. Was it truly that terrible? Is my brain preventing me from accessing those memories to stop me from reliving that trauma?’

It was the first time Zephyr experienced a gap in his memory. Usually, everything would have come to him the moment he saw something familiar.

’Damn it...I don’t need anybody’s protection. Give me information, brain. I can handle a bit of trauma.’ He complained.

However, the memories didn’t return.

"Sigh."

Zephyr took a deep breath.

’Then, don’t give me. It’s not as if I care.’

What happened to the original Zephyr was not his problem.

"Hey, why are you avoiding our eyes? Do you think avoiding us would get you out of this mess?"

The man laughed.

The mage standing next to him was of a similar rating. He also laughed.

"A rat would always be a rat. Look at him, covered in mud and grime. He stinks."

The other mage added.

"Should we wash him before questioning?"

The mages nodded.

"That seems appropriate."

Then, one of them raised his hand, creating a water ball.

Zephyr realised what was happening and smiled.

He had a hard time adapting to kindness. Usually, he freezes when people are kind to him.

However, the exact opposite happens when he is being mistreated.

Zephyr’s smile turned to a smirk.