Who was in the wrong?
Perhaps weakness was also a kind of wrongdoing in a world where supernatural power existed.
And if one's ideas surpassed those of most people by too much, one would be seen as sinful, even evil.
Of course, Conrad had indeed gone to extremes afterward.
He had actually wanted to wipe out everyone, then select souls who consciously possessed ability and value, resurrect them, and create a so-called New World with them.
But then again, if he had not gone to extremes and had only targeted the royal and noble classes—
Then Asta, Yuno, and the others would truly have had no justice on their side.
So Conrad, as the villain, had to become an extremist to cover up everything that came before.
But when Conrad, floating above the arena, opened his eyes—
The sight of Julius standing in the stands below left him momentarily dazed.
It was neither anger nor resentment, but confusion.
It was as though he had seen the teenage Julius again—the Julius who had been willing to become his friend.
What was going on? Had he fallen into an illusion of memories?
Not until the other man called his name.
"Conrad!"
"W-what the hell are you playing at?!" Conrad demanded angrily as he flew before Julius.
He had been unsealed for no reason, and then somehow turned into this state.
And how had the Wizard King's Sword ended up in the other man's hands?
"Calm down first. Hear me out—we're in serious trouble now."
Without realizing it, Julius had once again been put forward by Lucius as the negotiator.
He began recounting everything that had happened over the past few years.
He knew Conrad was an extremely sensitive and suspicious man.
So if he wanted to calm him down, he had to