Celebration?

Pearl City.

The mottled city walls had now been given color by spellcasters' magic. Brilliant banners hanging from the tops of the walls danced in the wind, beautiful music echoed melodiously through every corner of the city without pause, and groups of nobles "admiring the scenery" drank and chatted merrily atop the walls.

Pearl City was now completely immersed in joy and celebration, because just one day earlier, the "Mutual Aid Poor People's Army" that had kept every noble on edge had finally been destroyed. Although Ganatica, the leader of this "treasonous organization," had yet to be captured, Pandora, the "deputy leader," had become a prisoner.

Before everyone's "witnessing eyes," this "heinous, utterly unforgivable" girl had been mercilessly beheaded by the executioner.

Now, the girl's head hung from the city wall, while the nobles who knew nothing of the truth used it to flaunt their victory.

The ignorant continued their revelry, while those who knew everything could only numb themselves with fine wine. At this moment, Pearl City had gathered no fewer than five or six Master Level professionals and five great nobles. Even His Majesty the King of the Scott Imperial Nation had remained in this city.

However... they did not join any celebration. At this moment, most of these silent people merely drank bitterly in their lavish courtyards, waiting for the final moment to arrive.

According to Aimoda Flameclaw's estimate, today was the day that the terrifying shadow ruling over the Scott Imperial Nation, the brutal and savage "Molten Ripper"... would return!

"Is there really no chance for a turnaround?"

For the first time in his life, Moraka the Mage had wasted time on pleasure as he silently asked himself.

Then, after pausing for a moment, the mage shook his head helplessly and muttered with a bitter smile: