After three days of work, Demon's remains had finally been completely dealt with.
Ang did not let everyone continue living under the lingering shadow. He went to each of them and raised his hand, releasing holy light to purify them.
The pale golden radiance brushed over them like a spring breeze, dispersing the dark aura clinging to their minds.
Gesang and the others, whose emotions had been suppressed by prolonged exposure to Demon's resentment, gradually calmed under that gentle power.
Ang said nothing more and merely ordered them to rest for two days.
He knew very well that although none of them had shown anything unusual on the spot, prolonged contact with dark power would inevitably leave scars deep within their hearts.
Holy light could cleanse filth, but it could not replace genuine mental recovery.
The two days passed quickly.
On the morning of the third day, Ang headed alone toward Magic Prison.
The stone corridor was deep and silent. Whenever the guards saw him, they instinctively straightened up, their eyes filled with reverence.
Pushing open a heavy metal door, he arrived at the area where Joandi was being held.
Unlike the other cells, this place had been remodeled to resemble more of a residence.
It had a bed, tables, and chairs.
Other than losing her freedom, her living conditions were almost no different from those of an ordinary noble.
"Looks like you've adapted well to life here." Ang's tone was calm as he pushed open the door, stirring a faint current of air.
Joandi had been reading with her head lowered. Hearing the sound, she instinctively looked up.
But in the next instant, her pupils abruptly contracted, and the book in her hand fell to the floor.
What she saw was not Ang himself, but the countless afterimages of