You're Rank Four?!

"A Tier 3 Wizard?" Keri looked at Kismet with caution.

Even if Herbert was bound to be wanted by the Judgment Court, the Wind Demon was still fine, and he had a deep connection with Thor.

Kismet, however, smiled noncommittally as if he knew something.

Brando watched Kismet's smile and felt an inexplicable discomfort throughout his entire body.

Yet, he couldn't put his finger on why.

Just as Brando was thinking about keeping a close eye on Kismet for Thor, he suddenly heard two melodious string notes.

It was as if the world had been frozen, and he knew nothing more.

Keri, standing to the side, was the same.

The two veteran Tier 2 Wizards stood frozen in place like wax figures, silent and motionless.

A bit of red liquid seeped out from Kismet's chest, slowly expanding until it formed the silhouette of a woman before him.

The others present seemed completely unable to see this woman, focused only on the Promotion Array and Thor above.

The two of them stood where they were, chatting to themselves.

"You really aren't telling the truth, are you?"

The blood-colored silhouette gradually took on the appearance of the Sky City Lord, Ophelia.

"The wizard named Thor before us is the new owner of the Death Wizard Diary, isn't he?"

Kismet did not brush her off this time and readily admitted it.

"Yes, Thor is my new master."

Ophelia was not angry at this, saying as if she had expected it, "So, you defected to me before just to find a backer, making it easier for you to stir up trouble across the continents, right? Why stop pretending now?"

"It's no longer necessary." While Kismet spoke to Ophelia, his eyes remained fixed on the sky.

Ophelia followed Kismet's gaze, her blood-red eyes revealing no