As Patry spoke, his gaze drifted vaguely toward the southwest.
That was where Capital Mountain of the Clover Kingdom stood.
He had a feeling that his Sixth Sense was faintly pointing toward the place where he had fought Julius fiercely and successfully killed him once.
But now that Patry knew the truth behind the Elf Race Massacre Incident, he no longer bore any hatred toward the Clover Kingdom.
He also admired and respected Julius for the kind of person he was, willing to give his life to protect the kingdom.
So no matter how he thought about it, he could not figure out why.
Rationally, Patry was willing to believe that Julius was not the problem.
But his sharp instincts told him something was wrong.
Besides that.
Patry himself was currently in a state of wanting nothing.
He only wanted to protect this tiny village and watch the bloodline of the Elf Race flourish.
Moreover, he was confident that no matter what happened, he had enough strength to protect all of this.
The World Government was not like those demons of Hades, who could not be harmed by magic without Nether Domain or Sanctuary attributes.
His Light Magic and vast magical power would surely make them wary and prevent them from oppressing him too harshly.
Patry's thoughts were not entirely wrong.
As long as he did not harbor or act on any extreme resistance, the World Government truly would not make things difficult for him or the Elf Race.
On the contrary, it would value them and provide all kinds of benefits.
Even on the current Sea Star Homeworld, combat power comparable to an admiral made one a formidable force.
But as a member of the Black Clover World, could Patry truly turn a blind eye and stand by?
Meanwhile.