To be honest, if Gauss's attributes had not all reached an exceptional level, and if Methera's blessing had not made him more sensitive to evil forces, he might not have been able to accurately identify the aura on Fischer at the first opportunity.
Come to think of it, there was still a mark inside his body.
It had been left there back when he had yet to become a professional and was merely a low-level adventurer.
During a mission to purge a ratman nest in a church, the ratman priest who ultimately chose to die by suicide had left a mark on him at the cost of his own life and those of his kin.
At the time, it had even named the being it worshipped: Vesperitilia.
He had later asked Methera to help remove it, but unfortunately, Methera was not skilled in that kind of purification. She had only been able to use some methods to conceal it.
"So Fischer and that ratman priest are both pawns of that mysterious existence?"
Gauss signaled for the other members of the Red Dragon Group not to approach.
Although he did not know whether it was an Evil God, a demon, or some devil, it was certainly no good. For ordinary people to come into contact with power of this level was no different from courting death.
"Sss, sss, sss!"
Fischer's battered body, which Gauss had shot full of holes, suddenly began to tremble. Then, dark green streams of energy surged from within him, wrapping around his entire body like some kind of ghost coiling around his flesh.
He slowly floated upward and looked toward Gauss, letting out a vicious laugh.
He no longer looked human. His appearance was closer to the humanoid evil creatures of popular imagination.
No wonder he had