On the outskirts of White Tree City's lord's estate stood a four-story, twenty-meter-high Magic Tower. It was shorter than both the main building of the estate and the Dragon Perch in its courtyard.
The entire city had only just finished fighting. Large numbers of Gallop Knight Order troops were pouring out of the lord's estate, and the whole city was in chaos.
A faint light suddenly flickered in the basement of the Magic Tower. About five minutes later, the door to the cellar in the courtyard was pushed open, and a frail figure crawled out.
The figure belonged to a gardener at the lord's estate. He was merely a Mana-Less, yet now he was cursing under his breath.
"Damn it. Who would've thought there'd be a god so meddlesome that she'd show up in person..."
The "gardener" expressed his displeasure with Lucoa, the God of Life. "If not for..., I would've succeeded this time!"
The Mana-Less finally crawled out of the cellar and lay on the lawn, gasping for breath. "It's fine. I still have a chance. Just give me ten years, and I'll get everything back. I can even take that dragon again..."
As the "gardener" muttered to himself, a voice came from behind him. "Are you Ochimaru Wyvern?"
"What?" The gardener tried to get up, but he was too exhausted to manage it.
"My lord, I'm Lord Denver's gardener, just a Mana-Less from the White Tree Family. I'm not the person you're talking about!" the gardener denied. "If you don't believe me, you can have someone from the castle come identify me!"
"There's no need. I sensed it through the Magic Web. You were part of that Hydra from earlier. You used the Magic Web to return your soul to the basement, then took over this Mana-Less's body."