While healing the injuries that were as good as fatal, Hayden received Carlos’s gaze fixed on him. The treatment is swift, and the attack is instantaneous. There is no time to speak. Carlos rushed towards Hayden.

“It’s probably useless.”

All attacks were futile, as if everything was read. How great it would have been if he could have prevented this guy from turning the Shalea Palace into ruins.

Even while having other thoughts, Hayden, who casually endured Carlos’s attacks, wondered when Carlos would finally realize that it’s useless. How long would it take? 30 minutes? 1 hour?

He could only hope that Roo had performed enough healing during that time.

“Up to the point where it doesn’t become excessive,” he had strongly hinted, and although it would be difficult for his body, corroded by the curse, to endure Roo’s healing for a long time, still.

He hoped that the man who had spent time to allow her to become as free as possible would think so.

“…But in the end, it can’t be avoided.”

Even if he received a beating to the point of inducing panic, he was a ruthless guy who dreamt and achieved the dream of an emperor as a sage.

Someday, no, maybe a few minutes later, he would recall the most powerful weapon in his hands and Hayden’s fatal weakness.

Hayden faced Carlos freely, eagerly awaiting that moment.

“You, what the hell are you?”

He was truly free. What a cliché question. However, Hayden, who had to divert Carlos’s attention to some extent, roughly answered.

“You have to find that out for yourself.”

He was truly free. Such a banal question. However, Hayden, who had to divert Carlos’s attention to some extent, roughly answered.

“I killed Sophia Clarice!”

“Ah, I figured that out.”

The pattern was obvious. Having met the Eastern Sage in the East, the Western Sage in the West, it was only natural to encounter the Northern Sage in the Karkekan Mountains in the North.

The mountains immediately responded with a roar to Hayden.

“I killed her……”

He definitely did. But why would the Northern Sage be that guy?

And why didn’t Carlos notice that? Carlos was attacking Hayden while being perplexed to the point of going mad.

“She’s weird. I killed her, but… why does the power of the Northern Sage belong to me? I’m curious about that.”

Hayden expressed Carlos’s doubts with an annoying expression.

Carlos couldn’t help but shiver. Wasn’t this guy talking as if he had entered and left his heart!

“It’s strange. If you killed her, the power should naturally belong to you. But the lovely Northern Sage Sophia Clarice wasn’t originally a strong person. Right?”

Hayden laughed round and round, dryly uttering.

“Even though the power I felt after killing her wasn’t that great, I just let it go?”

It was a way of collecting small mistakes one by one. In other words, Carlos Arthur Ingram was also an opponent who had gathered and gathered mistakes over hundreds of years and could finally counterattack with difficulty.

“Sophia Clarice was originally weak. ‘From your perspective,’ that is.”

But everyone except Carlos did not think of Sophia Clarice as weak. Hayden penetrated the attacking magic and swept away Carlos’s spine.

“It doesn’t mean being kind and warm is a sign of weakness.”

On the contrary, only the strong could have a broad mind and know how to give love. Hayden learned that by looking at his master Sophia Clarice and the one he loved, Roo.

“But you won’t understand until the end.”
Carlos was angry. He had forgotten, but those Perseita guys were all the same. He had surrounded the wall because he disliked them, but facing them again was quite disgusting.

“You guys always spew the same nonsense.”

He muttered, spitting out blood-mixed saliva.

“Even Ophelia, complaining about something I don’t know…!”

Boom! A deafening sound echoed from the top of a giant snowy mountain, and snow began pouring down. It was a massive avalanche that would kill anyone caught in it. However, Hayden didn’t flinch.

“You’ll never know in your lifetime! How dare you! How dare you challenge me…!”

He sympathizes. To Carlos, that was more absurd than anything else. Everyone dared to sympathize with him.

At first, he just laughed it off.

Those bastards were trying to gain some psychological comfort after losing everything, and perhaps they thought of themselves as noble. Well, they might think of themselves that way, but they were still losers.

He thought so and let it go. However, every time he turned away, those thoughts kept coming back.

The look of pity and contempt he received for gazing at truly pitiful and pathetic vermin, the sighs of frustration, and an attitude that concluded there was no way to understand. It couldn’t be forgotten, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Why? What were these petty things?

“Ah, well, there’s no need to get so angry.”

Hayden muttered with a very fresh but incredibly indifferent expression.

Blood was dripping from his gloves. He should change them before meeting Roo later. No, should he emphasize that he had beaten him up because he had no choice but to endure it?