Seeing Perry like this, the Old Mage opened his mouth.
But in the end, he chose to stay silent.
He was already half crippled. There was nothing he could do anymore.
All he could do was watch helplessly as those innocent people died.
"What's next? What do I do next?"
After all the people—over a hundred of them—had been killed, and the ground had run red with blood, Perry stared eagerly at the Old Mage.
"N-next..."
"Mm-hmm. And then?"
"Then you release your Magic Power to summon the Goddess."
"I see. This is a crucial step."
Perry nodded with certainty.
He wasn't an expert, but he was still a mage.
So he was quite familiar with releasing his Magic Power.
His expensive leather shoes stepped through the blood covering the ground.
When Perry reached the center of the magic circle, he pressed both hands against its markings without a hint of disgust.
Perry would never do something himself if he could avoid it.
But anything involving the Goddess was different.
After all, Magic Power was a kind of offering, too.
What if he used someone else's Magic Power, and the Goddess only recognized them after she was summoned?
That was why...
He had to do this himself.
Even someone with a bit of a cleanliness obsession had to endure it now.
No!
There was no need to endure anything.
Just thinking about how he was about to become a Title Holder warmed Perry's heart.
He had even begun fantasizing about how he'd kill all the people who looked down on him once he became a Title Holder.
But as soon as he released his Magic Power,
Perry sensed something was wrong.
"What's going on? Why does it feel like my Magic Power is draining away so fast!?"
He quickly pulled