In RPGs, when NPCs saw the protagonist, they would approach him.
"Ah, brave hero, this world is suffering beneath the Demon King's ravages. We endure the pain and torment he brings. His minions run rampant through the village. Please save us and drive away these terrifying monsters."
After hearing the NPC's request, the protagonist thought for a moment.
"Wait here."
After saying that, the protagonist turned and left. A while later, he returned, dragging a corpse before the NPC.
"I killed the Demon King. That means the quest is complete, right?"
"..."
What kind of expression would that NPC have had when looking at the Demon King's corpse at the protagonist's feet?
That was exactly how Badao Liuli felt right now.
"Th-this is really Archmage Tyrion...?"
Looking at the cold corpse lying before her, completely devoid of breath, Badao Liuli felt as if she were dreaming. Or rather, even in her dreams, she had never imagined such an absurd development. The supreme ruler of the Black Sanctuary had just died like that?
Could this be a substitute or a fake?
Normally, that would have been the most reasonable explanation. But since they had brought the corpse here, they surely would not have failed to verify it.
"Is this real?"
Badao Liuli looked at Fang Zheng again. He merely shrugged.
"How many times have you asked me that? How would I know whether this guy was real or fake? I'd never seen him before. This effeminate bastard swaggered up to me acting all high and mighty, and I didn't like the look of him, so I killed him. How the hell am I supposed to know what this thing was? That's what he introduced himself as. Where am I supposed to check his household registration?"
"..."
Although Fang Zheng's words were