All revenge must be carried out in a manner that is most humiliating and, moreover, intolerable for the one being retaliated against.

In that sense, Hayden, intentionally unfolding a considerably impressive battlefield in front of the Katarth Castle walls, admired Icarus, who promptly bit Carlos.

“That’s quite impressive.”

Of course, he didn’t just admire. All revenge should be seamlessly connected. As soon as visible bruises appeared on Roo’s neck, her eyes showed traces of tears.

His face still looked nauseous due to the reddish color from his throttled throat, and Hayden felt uneasy watching it. His hands trembled too much from holding the sword tighter than necessary. So, he faithfully helped break down the barrier with Roo.

He must not rebel against everything Roo did.

“The curse…”

Hayden meticulously observed Roo from head to toe, not missing a single strand of her hair. The curse had weakened considerably, eroded by the power of Roo and Hayden.

“Are you planning to melt and absorb it in that state?”

He looked at Roo with an expression that couldn’t figure out how to deal with her, struggling only to directly confront Carlos, who fought fiercely using dark magic.

Even though the griffin made horrible noises, tearing flesh with its beak, Carlos couldn’t scream. His brilliant mind couldn’t function properly due to such a disgrace. He had never experienced such humiliation in his entire life. Roo got angrier at the sight and struck him again.

“Get up, you bastard.”

Her voice didn’t come out properly right after being choked, but she squeezed it out.

If he wasn’t dead yet, he had to keep fighting to the end! Even if people who had died unfairly felt sorry for her, she had to persistently behave ruthlessly like Carlos Arsene Ingram until the end!

When Icarus bit, she honestly thought he would attack this beautiful griffin. But what was this?

The curse was still lingering in Roo’s mind. She could definitely move, but she lay on her back, unable to do anything.

Roo, feeling helpless, simply slapped Carlos’s cheek with her fist. Icarus quickly retreated with a bloody beak.

“Get up. Aren’t you getting up?”

He couldn’t pretend to be dead with this much damage. Carlos’s sign couldn’t be hypothermia or massive bleeding.

She felt like she had barely survived now. She would have to keep fighting Carlos for a long time, even though her voice didn’t come out properly.
“Woah-ah-ah! The Imperialle, drenched in blood, cheered with joy as they pushed the Imperial Knights even harder.

Born from the blood of parents who were either from or had connections to the Caletta Empire, these misfits, outsiders who inherited disdain, gathered through harsh training and education to become the Imperialle.

Although their individual magical abilities were somewhat overshadowed by the elite Imperial Knights, who were the best of the best, they had philosophers among them and an emperor who had shown them the taste of hell. Their emperor was already victorious.

“…So, you’re saying Empress taught the Imperialle training.”

Ophelia watched the crazed eyes of the Imperialle members running enthusiastically and then looked at Melphias. He was already avoiding her gaze, shaking his head desperately.

“I only taught them etiquette and norms regarding Empress. I didn’t touch their training. Do you think those kids with burnt hands would be like that if I did?”

If she concluded that he taught the Imperialle, Melphias, with a face that seemed unfairly guilty to death, extended his hands.

“That’s not true.”

Ophelia agreed, looking at her two disciples who resembled their teacher, scholarly and quiet.

“Anyone can see that you’ve trained the knights on behalf of the Empress.”

“Rather than knights, don’t they seem more like special combat units? If we have to name them, that is.”

Are they knights? They usually behave politely and courteously like knights, but when the battle begins, their eyes roll back like that. Maybe that’s why they follow my teacher so faithfully.

Of course, if this fact is revealed to the Imperialle, they would surely provoke a match, questioning where they saw the resemblance to Empress in their actions.

“Still, they seem to cooperate well.”

“That’s because Empress taught them without missing a beat. Even though she fought alone for a long time, she already saw through the fighting style of the knights.”

Melphias, still keeping an eye on the Karke Nan Mountains just in case, extended his hands widely to support the Imperialle.

“How did you learn that?”

“Well, I heard there was a good teacher.”

Ophelia looked at the place where there used to be a barrier with a wall at that statement. Yes, it was the knowledge inside the barrier or the stories of unfortunate people.

“At first, I thought, ‘Are there such monsters?'”

Although Hayden, who quietly came out from the barrier, and Hayden, who now stared at Roo with various emotions, seemed different, they were ultimately the same person.

Even when he met Rustica Genesis after 430 years, he was very sensitive and reacted like an ordinary person.