Evil Has Its Nemesis

In the Grand Cathedral's secret rear hall, the best actor after putting on a show leaned back in his chair and took a light sip of warm tea.

A moment later, the Ogham Script on the stone table lit up with a hum. Sensing the disturbance, Samael lowered his gaze slightly and asked casually.

"Where is he?"

"Caught him. This guy was actually more impatient than we were..."

In a dim alleyway, Melly kicked the dwarf-like fae tied up like a dumpling by runes and tossed to one side, her eyes full of mockery.

She had barely taken the holy sword and exited through the auction house's back door when this Earth Clan chief, who had been tailing her, set his sights on her.

The moment they entered a sparsely populated alley, he showed his true colors and made a move to rob her outright.

Unfortunately, he had not bothered to assess his own capabilities or learn about the level of his opponent beforehand.

And next time, remember to look behind you...

In the alley, the Great Sage, a candidate for Grand Magus, and the Witch blessed by Britain's mysteries exchanged nods.

Just as they were about to continue their conversation, Morgan paused and frowned slightly.

"Strange. Why is there some noise on your end?"

"Oh, I'm behind the auction hall. There are people coming and going, so it can't be helped..."

At that moment, the mastermind's eyes shifted as he looked outside the partition. Both hands pressed against the tabletop, and the unsteady table leg immediately fell still.

"By the way, what did he say?"

"He said he would only cooperate after getting the holy sword."

"How many bowls of rice can he eat to be this arrogant?"

"You know what fae are like. How about..."

Hearing Melly's instigation