She thought that, then stopped caring about Morgan and ran toward the man.
She had no idea what he was doing.
But hanging around him and keeping a bad woman like Morgan at bay couldn't be a bad thing.
She firmly believed that, carrying out an act that was admittedly rather hypocritical—Morgan's bewitchment had still left its mark on her.
Russell saw this and said nothing—having a pretty girl circling around him was pleasing to the eye no matter how one looked at it.
With that thought in mind,
he lightly knocked on the main gate in front of Gudako.
Soon, a figure who looked like a complete loser—and actually was a complete loser—appeared in Gudako's field of vision.
"May I ask who you are?"
The moment this loser of a man saw Russell's face, he revealed an almost timid expression.
"I need your help."
"Ah, me?"
At those words, the man's timid air grew even stronger. He looked utterly incapable of taking on any great responsibility.
Gudako was somewhat surprised that her younger brother had specifically come looking for someone like this.
"I can't do it, it's impossible—"
"Dear Mr. Solomon."
"How much longer are you planning to hide?"
The young man spoke softly.
P.S.: Today counts as the first day of the week. The following six days will have eight thousand words of updates, which also fulfills the promise.
Chapter 522: Goetia: Wait, I Became the Stand-In? (Combined Chapter)
Solomon.
In the mysticism of the Type-Moon world, he was unquestionably a heavyweight figure.
Mystery was a power deeply intertwined with the Age of Gods.
It should have gradually declined with the changing times until nothing remained but urban legends.
Yet because of his reforms, magecraft had continued to flourish.
Much like how people in Shibuya would never forget