"Ugh! You bastard!"

Ziko raised both hands high. After all, he was a 4th-circle dark mage.

In any other territory, his skill would easily have earned him a position as a court mage. He wasn't about to just sit there and take it.@@novelbin@@

“Paaa!”

A dark energy suddenly erupted from Ziko’s hands, striking Ghislain's face. The black energy flared up, scattering wildly around them.

The onlookers gasped in shock.

"The mage is being attacked!"

"Someone help!"

"Surround him!"

People shouted in panic. Ghislain’s companions drew their swords and rushed forward.

"Heh heh, you arrogant fool! How does it feel now? Who do you think you are, a mage trying to fight in close combat?"

Ziko laughed mockingly. He believed Ghislain had received a fatal blow.

But then, he realized his body wasn't moving. The grip around his neck was still tight.

As the dark smoke cleared, Ghislain's face was completely unharmed.

Ziko’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"H-how?"

He couldn’t believe it. How could a mage take a direct hit from such dark magic and still remain unscathed? He had never heard of a mage like this.

Ghislain, with a neutral expression, raised his fist.

"Because of you, I’ve become a sinner in history."

"What?"

Ziko didn’t understand at all. Why was this mage talking about history as if it meant anything?

Before Ziko could process it, Ghislain drove his fist straight into Ziko’s face.

Boom!

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