Madness Fire, Gold quality.
This power produced by the Tyrant, regarded as a curse and taboo, had always been specially effective against the mind.
It soothed the mind and removed decay without healing the flesh. Even the former director of the Institute of Curses had praised it.
Given Old Man Katon's current condition, its effects might seem a little too strong. But he was going to die anyway. Why not treat it like a bowl of soul-restoring soup?
Fu Qian's reasoning was simple. Even if this was only a projection of the will, and even if, on a deeper level, there was still a more inseparable entanglement, the figure before him was, in any case, the "not me" that Katon had managed to separate out with Fu Qian's help and guidance.
And now, starting with this part, the soul had been set ablaze.
It would indeed eventually burn Old Man Katon away completely, but the question was who would hold out until the end.
Along the way, Fu Qian had sensed how firmly Old Man Katon clung to his own redemption.
Given that Fu Qian had already helped him get ahead from the starting line, the advantage still seemed to be on their side. They might as well wait and see what bloomed.
Ah—
As it turned out, after half a second of blank stupor, a scream that sounded almost inhuman burst from the face that had just been so imposing.
Not only that, but Tooth-Robe Lady, who had been sitting there, suddenly sprang up without a word and lunged at him with both arms spread wide.
She really hadn't been bluffing. Priest Elder had practically become part of the underlying logic of Katon's will, and to some extent could even drive its other "parts" into making this desperate charge.