Another Fugitive

Benjamin felt a headache coming on the moment he heard the truth.

Just moments ago, they had written to tell him the plan was proceeding smoothly. Yet the moment he arrived, everything had been turned upside down. He wanted to grab Dick by the collar and demand an explanation, but... given the situation, there was clearly no time for that.

Priests and Purifiers kept emerging in the distance, all rushing toward them at tremendous speed. Some had even begun chanting. Ripples of mana came from afar, and that tense, stagnant air before battle suddenly calmed Benjamin's heart.

A battle was unavoidable.

He swept his gaze around.

Grant was not among them...

Realizing this, Benjamin felt considerably more at ease. He still did not fully understand what was happening, but these pursuers alone were no trouble for him.

"While I deal with these people, you'd better think carefully about how you're going to explain all this."

Leaving those words behind, Benjamin ignored the still-trembling Dick, flew into the air alone, and charged toward the roughly hundred Church men.

Shards of ice continuously formed around him, then poured down upon the enemies like a torrential rain!

At that moment, astonishment appeared on the faces of the priests and Purifiers.

"Wait... that's the headmaster of the Magic Academy! The intelligence was wrong—why is he here?"

"We can't fight him head-on! Hurry back and inform His Holiness the Pope!"

Their orderly formation instantly crumbled apart. The Purifiers yanked hard on their reins, trying to turn their horses around as quickly as possible. The priests in the air also hurriedly turned to flee, with not the slightest intention of fighting to the bitter end.

Benjamin frowned slightly at the sight.

They had not expected him to appear?

"Trying to run? It won't be that easy!"