Pseudo-Domain
Outside the Tavern, Kaji Mizte walked out in low spirits.
His armor was splattered with liquor of every color, and his face and hair were soaked.
He looked like a seasoned drunkard who had spent days and nights drowning himself in alcohol, reeking from head to toe of decadence, dejection, and helplessness.
The once upright and dignified Holy Light warrior now resembled a stray dog.
For a moment, he felt utterly lost.
Without a [Magic Communication Mirror (Gold)], he could only contact the Grand Duke through the Shadow Dragon Guard within the city.
Having a willful master like Prince Carter was simply eight lifetimes' worth of bad luck.
Just as he trudged out of the Tavern in low spirits, five figures clad in black hooded robes hurried past him, stirring a faint current of air in their wake.
Kaji Mizte reached the doorway, then suddenly stopped and looked back.
Yet those five figures had already vanished into the shadows within the Tavern.
"Such a repulsive aura..."
After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately chose to leave.
Prince Carter had long since broken his heart and worn away Kaji's resolve to faithfully fulfill his duties.
"Perhaps they'd just killed someone."
As a Radiant warrior from the Holy Light Temple, he was especially sensitive to the traces left behind by all manner of evil deeds.
Those people had made him feel that something was off. There were many possible explanations.
Perhaps they were a band of evildoers, or perhaps they had recently killed people or magical beasts.
In any case, within the city, the auras that disgusted him were as numerous as tadpoles in a fetid pond.
Shaking his head, Kaji Mizte did not linger any longer. With steady strides, he headed toward the Shadow Dragon Guard safehouse in the second