· Tell me, why does Jibril smell like you!

"You're... the person Feel took away before. Why are you here? Didn't you already leave?"

The guard captain had only just raised his head when he noticed Lax standing in front of them. He instantly backed up several steps, distancing himself from Lax before questioning him. After all, they had seen Lax and Feel leave with their own eyes, yet now he had appeared here.

Most importantly, he had not sensed any presence at all just now. Even the magic set up around them had not reacted in the slightest. Lax had simply appeared here without a sound.

"To come back and play a game with you, of course!"

Lax looked at the wary faces across from him and smiled softly, then swaggered straight over to the chair beside him and sat down, watching them. A terrifying aura surged out like a tide, even freezing the air solid.

"Play... a game?"

The guard captain trembled as he raised his head and looked at Lax's smiling face. Under that terrifying pressure, the spirits inside his body had completely stopped flowing. Even if he wanted to use magic, he could not so much as lift a finger. His teammates had already collapsed under the weight and were looking at him powerlessly.

Now he understood that he had no other choice, because the person opposite him had no intention of letting them go. The only way was to play his game.

"Right. The simplest game, and the one you're most familiar with: a magic game. Each side can only use three magic cannons per person. Whoever hits the other side first wins. As my wager, I will unconditionally do one thing for you, no matter what it is. As for you, all you need to stake is part of your memories."

Lax lowered