"Eh?"
"What happened to me?"
In the Wizard King's office, Julius, whose body had reverted to that of a thirteen-year-old, stood there in confusion.
But he quickly remembered what he needed to do next.
"Oh, right. I must immediately use the 'Imperial Sword' and persuade the previous Wizard Kings to come out and help fight!"
Julius knew the situation was urgent.
He immediately walked to the wall, took the 'Imperial Sword: Aestogia' into his hand, and guided his consciousness into it.
In an instant.
His spiritual body appeared in a dreamlike space resembling a galaxy-filled star sea.
This place seemed boundless, with brilliant multicolored light illuminating the entire world.
But Julius knew it was only an outward appearance.
Every Wizard King here possessed a small space of their own, where they could freely alter the environment.
Except for Conrad Leto, the twenty-seventh Wizard King, whom Julius had sealed with Time Magic on the island where the festival arena was located twelve years ago.
In his view, this one rebellious Wizard King alone could not be allowed to return to the world.
Because he had not died. Given Julius's current condition, he had no power to seal him again after unsealing him, much less defeat him.
"I am Julius Novachrono, the twenty-eighth Wizard King of the Clover Kingdom. I request that all previous Wizard Kings come forth for a meeting!"
Julius's spiritual body shouted loudly.
The next moment.
Various colors of magical light began flashing around him, transforming into extraordinary figures one after another.
Julius possessed an intense curiosity toward magic.
Whenever he saw unfamiliar magic, his eyes would sparkle, filled with childlike wonder in that regard.
He was, through and through, a magic fanatic.
This had caused him to memorize the information on every previous Wizard King of the Clover