Rage

"Ah, ah, isn't this our 'Mr. Nice Guy'? What wind blew a great god like you over here?"

As Azterlan flew straight toward Punk, a figure that flashed like a streak of falling fire suddenly intercepted the White-robed Mage's path. The quick-reacting mad knight had no intention of letting the red-eyed Azterlan go "demand an explanation" from Punk. The moment Kane sensed the magical fluctuations enveloping all of White Stone City, he had filled his lance with battle qi carrying the Law of "repulsion." At this moment, that sharp, dimly gleaming spear tip feared no enemy.

At the same time, the mad knight, who clearly understood the urgency and importance of the situation, knew exactly what his task was. After using his first mental communication to "greet" him, this fellow—who looked careless and unreliable on the surface but was actually maintaining one hundred percent vigilance—openly began mocking the grief-stricken Azterlan.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. I think I just heard quite a big commotion. Look at those broken bricks and tiles over there. That thing looks as pathetic as a cake smashed into the ground... If I'm not mistaken... that seems to be some idiot's White Stone City, right? Mm-hm, mm-hm, I have to say something fair here: that piece of junk becoming what it is now actually suits its status perfectly."

Pointing disdainfully at the enormous city in the distance that was being forcibly held up by magic, Kane displayed his talent for mockery to the fullest. His smug, gloating expression made him look exactly like a third-rate villain from a knightly novel who bullied others by relying on powerful backers. By the standards of most intelligent creatures, anyone who saw him would probably feel disgusted at first glance.

However, although Azterlan had been forced to stop in midair, he did