Bardim’s tattoos were blue, and this person’s tattoos were red, but that was the only difference.

“Who summoned me?”

He was another sorcerer.

It wasn’t a failure of Bardim’s spell; instead, another sorcerer was called in to fulfill the spell for him.

It was half a failure and half a completion. One thing was for sure; Bardim never wished for this outcome.

“I called.”
It was a half failure and half completion. One thing was for sure, Bardim never wanted this outcome.

“I called.”

Carthahena walked up to another sorcerer.

The sorcerer, after confirming Carthahena’s face, put one hand on his chest and bowed.

“Are you the one with the skills to complete my request?”

The sorcerer with red tattoos, revealing discolored teeth, smirked.

“My magic will not have any repercussions for the client, as long as you provide a proper offering.”

“And what kind of offering?”

“A living being.”

Carthahena faced him and laughed together.

“That won’t be difficult.”

The sorcerer seemed to know in advance, nodding his head.

If the client had refused the sorcery, it wouldn’t have been connected by sorcery in the first place.

“Now, tell me about the request.”

“Ah, thanks to you, I’m alive. I’m really grateful!”

Bardim expressed gratitude, gulping down water.

Considering the state he was in, it was understandable. Bardim looked like he wouldn’t be strange even if he were a corpse.

“What on earth happened?”

As expected, the person who summoned Bardim was Decan.

This was possible because Rescal, who had been waiting for the Trinidat sorcerer for over a day, couldn’t bear it any longer and instructed him to find Bardim himself.

Bardim also felt that he was a link in the sorcery.

Since he had something to do, the Empress of the Empire must have drawn him.

Bardim cautiously looked at the people in the room.

There was the endlessly awkward Emperor of the Empire, the Empress, who made dealing with the emperor relatively comfortable, and the sorcerer of the Empire who brought him here.

It was a strange situation, but somehow he felt relieved.

After memorizing the spell for Carthahena Pileon, the anxiety that had been writhing inside him gradually subsided.

“You probably won’t believe it even if I tell you. But you still have to listen.”

After almost swallowing two teapots of water, his tongue finally moved properly.

Seeing him put down the water teapot, Lysilia recommended food.

“If it’s hard, you can tell the story later. You seem to need urgent treatment too. Do you need a doctor?”

“No, sorcery is better than that. If you are willing to have an Imperial sorcerer for me.”

Lysilia looked at Decan.

“Can we do that?”

“Of course, Your Majesty. It may not be something I can do to restore the wounds to their original state, but I can help you recover on your own. We are both sorcerers.”

Bardim nodded with a nonchalant expression.

“That will be enough.”

Decan memorized the spell. Bardim, who closed his eyes at the beginning of the spell, opened his eyes at the end of the spell.

“Wow, I feel much better. Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Bardim looked at Lysilia with an admiring face, and Rescal raised his eyebrows without saying anything.

The sharp senses of the sorcerer quickly detected the uncomfortable atmosphere.
The Emperor of the Empire seemed to be wary of all the favorable sentiments other humans had toward the Empress.

He would have dismissed it as madness if it were any other human.

Unfortunately, the Emperor of the Empire was half-demon. Human common sense was of no value.

Bardim involuntarily slapped his face. Suppressing the spontaneously rising joy and admiration seemed wise in front of the Emperor.

However, the Empress seemed unaware of such things and spoke to him throughout with a consistently kind tone. Bardim hoped the Emperor would realize that the more the Empress became gentle, the more opposite he became.

“If you’re okay, I’d like to make a request. It’s not an urgent matter, but it’s quite urgent. My maid is lost.”

The peculiarly gentle tone seemed to contain an apology.

“If you are willing, I will accept the request. However, um… it would be better if you hear my story first. Your maid should be fine until I finish.”

“Is this as a sorcerer?”

“Yes.”

“Then.”

Even though his expression clearly showed concern for the maid, the Empress accepted his words.

It was strange. The Empress, who was not a sorcerer, seemed to clearly understand what it meant for her to speak as a sorcerer.

“Well… first, um, I think I should tell you who the client who made me like this is.”

While organizing his thoughts, Bardim grabbed the meat stew bowl sharply and took a sip. Fortunately, it wasn’t too hot to need a spoon.

“Oh, excuse my rudeness. I might faint if I’m too chatty…”

“I understand. I have no intention of sticking to etiquette, so it’s okay to talk while eating.”

“Indeed, Your Majesty is generous… No, yes, I’ll start with the important part.”

Bardim, who glanced at Rescal in the middle, regained his composure and changed his expression.

“The client this time was someone who made a request I could never accept. When I refused, he left me in this state.”

“Is the one who did such a thing a citizen of the Empire? Are you trying to accuse him?”

“No, he is not a citizen of the Empire.”

Bardim, with equally beautiful but in some ways entirely different violet eyes, spoke while looking into the Empress’s eyes.

“The client was a prophet from the Delatra Kingdom.”