Kiiik.

The door to the underground torture chamber opened.

Badim, with swollen eyes that didn’t open easily, looked up to see the person coming towards him.

It was Viscount Pielion.

“Ha……”

Badim sighed.

It was fortunate that he wasn’t a torturer, but there was nothing to be happy about the Viscount’s presence.

Above all, it was the Viscount who brought him here as Delar’ta. Even though it was he who followed willingly, deceived by the lie that the spell had failed, the Viscount was truly an answerless person.

Living and dying for love was endless for humans. But the Viscount was the lowest of the low among them.

Risking his life for an obvious disaster.

Moreover, it was all for a woman who would never love him.

“As you can see, I’d like to save my strength for the ruthless torture all over my body. Since there’s only one answer, please don’t complicate it any further.”

Badim spoke first, his lips twisted, but the mocking expression didn’t show properly due to the mess from the swollen wind.

Ternaden shook his head. Without looking at Badim, he opened his mouth.

“Do you have water? Is it really impossible to return my sister to her original body?”

Badim snorted.

“Can it be done?”

“Why. You’ve already succeeded in the same spell once. Why doesn’t it work this time?”

“It’s not just my spell… Ugh, damn.”

His body hurt, and so his temperament had become twisted. Badim spat out words without holding back.

“In the first place, she wasn’t real, was she? Viscount Pielion’s daughter.”

“That’s…”

“It was possible because she was fake. Do you understand? Remember the first request. The request was simple. Make the mark real. So, I made the mark find the real one. The mark is the most exquisite and outstanding magic created by the greatest sorcerer on the continent. I just added a little power to make the existing magic work. I just stirred the water.”

“…”

Ternaden’s face distorted as he couldn’t find words.

“There’s no way to reverse it. Why don’t you try persuading Lady Pielion? To release the poor sorcerer who is being tortured without any guilt and is about to die. I promise to disappear without a word as long as you give an appropriate reward. I won’t leave any ill feelings towards the client.”

“…Then,”

After much internal struggle, Ternaden finally managed to open his lips.

“Is there no other sorcerer than you? One who can fulfill my sister’s wish.”

“There is none.”

Badim said bluntly.

“Even if I sound like a money-grubbing merchant, in Trinidade, I am called a Jarpisa. In your local language, it means a Phoenix. Do you know what a Phoenix is?”

In Trinidade, the Phoenix, symbolizing the first companion, was called by another name – Jarpisa. The title of Phoenix for a sorcerer was the highest reverence toward the greatest.
“Well…… What should I do?”

Ternaden slumped down on the filthy floor stained with stench and filth.

With his face buried in his hands, he murmured as if sobbing, “How can I reverse my sister? Right now…”

“Is it impossible to grasp?” Badim interrupted.

Ternaden nodded laboriously. “When she was with Rescal Eliaden… At least it wasn’t like this. Right now, my sister…”

“Seems like a devil. If such a thing exists.”

Unexpectedly, Ternaden nodded again. No matter how much he loved Carthana Pielion, it seemed he couldn’t deny the truth.

Badim licked his tongue toward the back of Ternaden’s head.

“The problem is that your sister is here. Delarta’s king is wicked. He is tormenting your sister.”

This was the kingdom of Delarta.

The body of the stabbed prophet did not die. Someone passing by happened to discover the fallen prophet, recognized him through his attire and carriage as a prophet.

A devout believer took the prophet to the temple. At that time, Ricardo I was cleaning the temple, and by a tremendous coincidence, he met the living prophet again.

Ricardo I had to kill the prophet. But he didn’t. Neither Ricardo I nor the prophet explained the reason.

Instead, the prophet left the temple and moved to Ricardo I’s palace under the protection of Ricardo I.

The Delarta prophet, Lysilia, only remained as a rumor that disappeared when Ricardo I was cleaning the temple. No one knew that the prophet hid his body under the protection of Ricardo I.

Viscount Pielion also couldn’t know about it. If it weren’t for Badim’s magic.

“Ha, why am I so exceptional… Damn.”

Badim sighed lamenting into the air.

Anyway, Ternaden found the real sister he longed for, learned that his sister wanted to return as the Empress of the Empire, and that’s why he came back to Badim.

He never dreamed that the result would turn out like this.

“How on earth did the king of Delarta become such a person? A king who lends a royal torturer to a prophet. Is he in his right mind?”

“He… loves my sister.”

Badim’s mouth fell open. Blood dripped from his nose.

“If there wasn’t such a fool…”

Ternaden glared at Badim but said nothing.