Wilmot

One day in December.

Western Part of the Orunian Empire.

A levitation vessel arriving from the direction of the Main Continent slowly entered the Empire at a relatively leisurely pace.

It then continued inland at an unhurried speed.

It even occasionally landed near certain cities, sending people into town to purchase daily necessities and replenish supplies.

But its overall direction seemed to be toward the heart of the Empire—the imperial capital.

Why was this levitation vessel from beyond the region heading to the imperial capital?

Several people were talking on the vessel's semi-open deck.

Leaning against the railing at the edge of the bow deck, a sturdy middle-aged man gazed at the scenery below and murmured, "If we still can't uncover anything this time, then when we return to Guild Headquarters, a new cave in the Back Mountain Forbidden Area will probably be waiting for us."

"What is it, Wilmot? Are you scared?"

The younger-looking man behind him spoke.

"Scared?"

Wilmot gave a self-mocking smile. "Of course I'm scared. Anyone would be afraid of becoming a purifier who's half human, half ghost... If it came to that, I'd rather die!"

"That doesn't sound like you, Wilmot. Don't you have any confidence in finding the target?"

the younger man asked.

"I have plenty of confidence, but they only gave us three months. After three months, we have to bring that brat called Conan and the mysteriously vanished Iliyas back to the Guild... The deadline is simply too tight."

Wilmot said.

"There won't be a problem. As long as we find that brat and Iliyas here, then report back in time, we'll be fine."

"Warren, don't be so optimistic. I always feel things won't be as simple as we imagine."

"Wilmot, we brought a full hundred people this time. They're all Mana