The Light God Lord in Person!

Inside the glittering palace, Butuo XVII sat high on his throne, feeling as though everything was under his control. Ever since an elder had brought back the Golden Saint Armor from the Hidden Land, he had tested it by having the Royal Family's archmage elder attack him with all his strength. Protected by the armor, he had barely felt a thing.

It was an even greater treasure than the Violet-Gold Crown. With it, the Royal Family's rule was more secure than ever.

Butuo XVII had spread the news through various channels. Word that the Royal Family had obtained a treasure more powerful than the Violet-Gold Crown soon traveled far and wide, and it did indeed make some discontented Spellcasters think twice.

Still, Butuo XVII had one concern. As a supreme ruler, the person he feared most was Merlin, the Spellcaster Alliance's nominal first elder.

Merlin had been the one to retrieve the Golden Saint Armor. He had even defeated a Holy Believer of the Light Church. What could the armor do against him?

Merlin was now Butuo XVII's sole worry, a shadow hanging over his heart.

Hum.

Suddenly, ripples spread through the space above the empty hall. A familiar figure stepped out of them and appeared before the throne.

Butuo XVII's heart jolted. Once he recognized the figure, an odd look flashed in his eyes. "Wizard Merlin. You've finally returned."

Seeing Butuo XVII's apparent surprise, Merlin said calmly, "Yes, I'm back at last. Is Your Majesty satisfied with the Golden Saint Armor?"

"Satisfied? More than satisfied! It's far more powerful than the Royal Family's old Violet-Gold Crown. Look at the Spellcasters now. They've stopped targeting the Royal Family, and it's all thanks to you, Wizard Merlin."

Butuo XVII's satisfaction was genuine. He had worn the Golden Saint Armor constantly since