Pursuit

"What happened to you again?"

Paul saw how twisted Derson looked.

"Uh, nothing. Lord Greiman, how will you deal with me?"

Paul replied, "Hmph~ I can give you a chance. After all, people with magic can be considered special talents in some respects."

"Thank you! Uh..."

Derson was so excited that he forgot he was tied up. He immediately tried to stand, only to be constricted until his whole body ached.

"You don't actually know this, but I'm an Aldo People too. If not for my identity as a Spellcaster, I wouldn't have gone all the way to a distant foreign land to work!"

"Calm down! Mr. Derson, even so, you'll remain under close scrutiny until you prove your loyalty."

"I definitely won't disappoint you, Lord Greiman!"

"Listen. In a moment, I'll call my subordinates in. Tell them about the Secret Art Society, but..." Paul warned him sternly, "Don't mention a single thing you shouldn't!"

"I understand, Lord Greiman!" Derson knew that Earl Greiman didn't want anyone to know about the things in his head.

"Someone, bring Cecil and Laddie in."

The two people waiting outside soon answered the summons and entered.

"What? This mage wants to swear loyalty to you?"

After hearing Paul's account, they were both stunned.

Paul instructed them, "Untie him first!"

With Laddie present, he wasn't afraid of Derson trying anything.

He had Derson repeat everything he had just said.

"The Secret Art Society... actually has such a massive plan?"

Laddie was extremely shocked. Back in Horn Bay, the Secret Art Society had invited her to join, but she had felt that the organization's views were too radical and declined.

She never expected that they had secretly been doing all this behind the scenes.

"This sounds like something out of a novel!"

Cecil rubbed his chin,