"Have you been to many Small Worlds?"
Severus Snape stood beside Katelyle and asked.
Snape had always been uncertain of Katelyle's true strength.
After all, nothing had happened yet that could force Katelyle to go all out.
Now, the people they came into contact with were no longer ordinary people, but gods.
Even if those gods seemed to have only just revived and did not possess overwhelming power, they were still terrifying.
Hearing this, Katelyle smiled. "I have. Before becoming a professor, I traveled everywhere."
"More precisely, I had been traveling since I was ten."
After a pause, Katelyle asked, "Other than true gods, you actually don't need to fear pseudo-gods like Leonard Harry."
Snape thought of Bobby Deli, whom Katelyle had killed in an instant, then said, "If they're only like that one just now, I'm not afraid."
"But if there are too many of them, it won't be easy to deal with."
Snape knew his own strength very well. Although he had broken through his former limits and become stronger, even to the point where he could disregard Voldemort, he was not invincible.
He was not Katelyle, so there were some things he could not do recklessly.
If he could have, he would have acted the moment he saw Voldemort. Why would he have stood by and watched them force him to be released from the Unbreakable Vow Charm?
One reason was that Voldemort was tied to too many things.
Another was that Voldemort's strength did not seem to be as weak as he had imagined.
For those two reasons, he chose to endure.
"You already possess strength at the peak of Archmage. Your rate of improvement is even faster than I expected."
"When I first saw you, you were still a Grand Mage. After gaining the Dark