Matapju was busy.

Already a busy person, now even more so, and in the future, it was expected to get even busier.

‘What kind of means did they use to get hold of forbidden magic?’

Matapju, who discovered clues about forbidden magic at the cliff of Habsan Falls, had a boiling turmoil inside despite the smiling face. Unlike dark magic that harms people with magic, forbidden magic contaminates mana itself and damages magic. When someone with a mana imprint on their heart touches forbidden magic, the gradually polluted mana spreads through their magic, ultimately affecting the hearts of other magicians.

As the one standing at the summit of the Matap, Matapju had a duty to uphold the dignity and magic of the Matap, and he couldn’t easily dismiss this matter.

‘They couldn’t have used forbidden magic just to kill one person.’

Matapju’s mind was complicated.

Although he wanted to crush each and every noble of the Newton Empire to expose the mastermind, Matapju was not a god.

If it was a forbidden magic to the extent that Duke Gwendhil would fall victim, Matapju needed to be cautious.

‘If I find out what forbidden magic they are using, exposing it should be simple.’

To do that, he needed to find Leodelt Gwendhil.

However, even if he was a great wizard, conducting a missing person search over the vast land of the empire was not easy.

“They might have fled outside the empire.”

The range was quite wide.

Even if all the Matap-affiliated magicians were mobilized, they couldn’t afford to invest the entire time in searching for the missing person.

At that moment, the communication device flashed.

[We know you’re busy, but Matapju should also show his face once. Anyway, you might become the owner of this mountain and possibly the lord of the village in the future.]

What he had brought about this time was nothing short of annoying.

Matapju, who had ignored the complicated world and had done only what he wanted, naturally tried to stick to his ignorance this time as well.

[We’ll have a feast, so come even if it’s late.]

The always lethargic face of the tower owner, who used to be overwhelmed by excessive workload, was glowing as if it had been oiled.

Because he absorbed a high level of pure mana just by breathing, the tower owner’s face was radiant even at sunset.

Unlike someone whose delicate hair was about to get damaged due to stress in a short period, the tower owner seemed to be dawdling around, looking as if he were enjoying life.

“……. ”

Immediately, Matapju moved to the village he had handed over to the tower owner.

Upon arriving at the village, Matapju felt his body filling up with mana. His complicated thoughts became clear.

‘Ah, this place is really the best. Is this the feeling when you take a stabilizer?’

Matapju regained his composure, stroking his long hair. Still, he didn’t want to go through the annoying greeting process immediately, so Matapju wandered around the village alone.
Excited residents preparing for the first feast and the Crople Mercenary Corps, whose village life had become natural, passed, and Matapju headed towards the workshop site.

“Hey, Matapju?”

“Matapju!! Listen!”

There, Matapju, who had been seized by Matap-affiliated magicians feeling sorrow due to workshop issues, unexpectedly obtained information about a peculiar constitution.

It was about the man in robes that he had glimpsed before.

Driven by curiosity about the man with the peculiar constitution, Matapju walked with pretended steps behind the magicians who were chirping.

“Are you there~?”

Wearing a pleasant smile on his face, until he reached the point where he would knock on the door, Matapju was curious about the doctor being the owner rather than a slave with a peculiar constitution.

‘A doctor who uses a slave with a rare constitution, and that too, as a bedroom slave with magic that doesn’t work?’

Having come on a business trip to the hidden village for treatment, having connections with the Crople Mercenary Corps, and even involving the Matap, the doctor was carrying a slave with a peculiar constitution that couldn’t be controlled by magic.

The face of the doctor, who had given various peculiar epithets, might be worth seeing at least once.

“Who are you.”

However, when the door opened and a big man appeared, Matapju could only slightly open his mouth.

‘Is such a person a slave?’

Even a combat slave didn’t have this much momentum.

Above all, Matapju’s fingertips trembled slightly at the natural intimidation emitted by the opponent. Feeling somewhat familiar yet strange, Matapju took out a scroll from his robe. And when he unexpectedly took off the man’s blindfold to confirm, Matapju almost burst into laughter.

There were distinct turquoise irises that couldn’t be captured in a portrait.

“Ice go.”

Duke Gwendhil probably didn’t create a bastard. He had never heard that the current Duke Gwendhil had twins.

Then there wouldn’t be just one answer.

“The person I’m looking for, right?”

Matapju reached out his hand.

He had to grab the man and take him to the royal palace, or rather, to the Matap.