If Solam could unleash such power with a third-level spell, then how powerful were his ninth-level spells? And Solam was already a legendary spellcaster—what about his legendary spells? Wouldn't they be capable of destroying heaven and earth?
Thinking about how the vampires would have to face an enemy like this, Pestilen felt more than fear—he felt despair! How the hell were they supposed to win against that?
More terrifying than fear was always despair.
That was Pestilen's state of mind now.
Setting aside the despair of those defeated dogs, Solam now faced a troublesome matter: he was being expelled.
Yes, that was right. Expelled.
Over all these years, Lord Solam had roamed the continent. He might not have been invincible, but he had certainly acted without restraint. Aside from capsizing in Calimport that one time, when had Lord Solam ever been so openly expelled anywhere else?
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Are you bastards out of your minds? Those cultists caused trouble, and instead of going after them, you're expelling me—the great benefactor who solved your problem? Where's your conscience? Where's your justice? Lord Tyr must be rolling around in his divine realm of justice right now because of you bastards!"
Makelele, Serilef, and the representatives sent by the Masked Mage Guild and the Council all stood before Solam like quails, heads lowered as they endured his tirade without talking back. But they simply would not relent.
As it happened, the representative sent by the Masked Mage Guild this time was an old friend of Solam's: the mage Melody, who had originally gone into business with Solam. This female mage was also Chalanona's disciple, so they had always been on good terms. That was why the Masked Mage Guild had handed this somewhat excessive task to her.
The unrest and chaos