on his face, the Marquis could infer what had happened.

“Missed it?”

“I can't show my face.
I didn't get it this time either.”


Sable answered cautiously.

“… one.”

Marquis nodded his head.

Even though he was so concerned about defending the estate, they got attacked again.

All troops except the standing army were constantly moving.
This wasn't a strange thing if a war was going.

Still, it was unbelievable that they couldn't catch it.

“What is the problem?”

“… I have nothing to tell.”

“I am not blaming you for your incompetence.
But isn't this quite strange? How can we still not catch it?”

Sable bowed his head.

The Marquis sighed and leaned back on his chair.

“I know you are talented.
But I can't just watch this continuous failure.”

Sable was a close aide to Marquis and also a person who proved his abilities.

So, he believed that Sable would be the one solving this case.

But there have been six murders, and nothing was resolved.

Now that [Daemon]'s objectives still weren't known, Marquis couldn't tolerate the failure.

“There is nothing to say even if you want me to go.


“Give me one more chance.”

Sable's eyes lit up.

Marquis knew those eyes very well.
He believed those eyes and put Sable as his aide.

The Marquis tapped the desk with his finger.
It was a habit when he was in deep thoughts.


The index finger which slammed the desk made a loud noise.

“This is the last chance.
You know that two holy executioners will be dispatched soon, right?”


“If you can't stop it this time, I won't be able to leave this matter to you anymore.”

“I will keep this in mind.”

“I'll see what you do.”

At Marquis's granting Sable his last chance, he bowed his head several times and before he went outside.

'He couldn't stop it even once.'

6 times.

He failed one and then twice and then thrice.

But after that, he couldn't understand what had happened.

Bell's soldiers weren't incompetent.
Then it had to be the incompetence of the one leading them.

And Marquis had a particular assumption.
And that assumption was what every soldier thought of.

'An inside job?'

The Marquis watched as he left.

He remembered the first time meeting him.

'Your name?'

No last name.”

'Like the delicate scent of flowers, I like it.'

'You exaggerate, lord.'

'I was thinking of what I should give you to repay you for saving my life, but I just changed my mind.'

'What do…'

'Come with me.
I think it will be good to raise you by my side.'

It happened 5 years ago.

Sable had grown a lot, just as the Marquis had expected.

Enough to keep him as his aide.

So, he didn't want to doubt the man.

“It can't be.
I will believe the situation.”

The Marquis quietly poured whiskey into his glass.

“Why are there ruins in this place?”

Venna asked.

Ignoring her, Jamie looked around.

He wasn't sure how many years had passed but seeing the walls and the dust, everything looked like crumbling stones; it looked like hundreds of years had passed.

“There are murals too.”

Murals were painted.

The problem was that everything was so old and damaged that nothing could be made out.

And when he tried to put pieces together or touch them, it would be damaged even more.

Jamie walked up to the wall.

'When was the mural painted?'

Judging from the concrete, it wasn't a primitive one.

'Has to be around 10,000 years.'

The thing about the world which had fallen once he was sealed away could be inferred from the current history books.

In the present books, it was written that civilization began 10,000 years back.
In other words, 50,000 years had passed since the era of Diablo Volfir.

The problem was that magic existed even before 10,000 years ago.

The king who founded the first civilization was a magician.
He was the first one to be called a magician, but information about him couldn't be found in any ancient documents.

'A puppet made by the 12 gods has to be something like that.'

It was clear that these ruins were made somewhere within 10,000 years.
At least, when Diablo was there, these didn't exist.

How far did they walk?

Jamie saw the wall harden with dirt.

And when he put his hand on it, he felt a faint wind seeping out.

“Earth Break.”



Cracks appeared, and the hardened pile of dirt collapsed.

“Master! What happened?”

Venna, who was looking around, rushed to him when she heard the noise.

As she stopped next to Jamie, she let her mouth hand at what she saw.

A huge door.

An enormous door full of something like earthworm images.

And in front of it were smashed stone pillars here and there.

The stone pillars, too, had earthworms engraved on them.

“What is this earthworm like?”

Does this look like an earthworm to you?”

“… yes.”


Jamie stood in front of a stone pillar.

And then began to read the earthworms present, no, the ancient characters.

“Come in or go back.”

The characters shone.


The huge door began to open.

Venna covered her mouth at that sight, and Jamie mumbled with a stiff face.

“I don't know who did this, but this is quite interesting.”

For the present humans, not just 10,000 years ago, but even more back there were the ancient times.

And even in ancient times, such a language didn't exist.

These were the characters which were used in the days when I, Diablo Volfir, was alive and breathing!'

And now he had a reason to break into the ruins.

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