Zephyr sucked in a sharp breath.
This ability was even more dangerous than he had imagined.
Fortunately, the one wielding it was his student.
Otherwise, the whole world might have been thrown into chaos.
"Damn you, what kind of sorcery is this?!"
The knights stared at Randall in terror.
It had happened too suddenly!
Randall had never even touched Sick-Sick.
He had not even gone out of his way to look at him.
Did this move not require a medium?
Could he control someone whenever he pleased?
Had they already been controlled, too?
For a moment, they felt uncomfortable all over.
"Sick-Sick, go entertain your former colleagues."
Randall gave the order.
The remaining five knights all took a step back.
"Yes!"
Sick-Sick stood up and pointed a finger at one of the knights.
"You have a disease that will kill you if you take five steps forward!"
At those words, the knight he had pointed at went deathly pale.
But Sick-Sick looked even worse than he did.
Giving Zephyr a disease earlier had already consumed half his life force.
Now, he had completely exhausted himself.
The terrifying part was that he had known this beforehand, yet had not hesitated at all.
Seeing this, Randall raised an eyebrow and extended a hand. A beam of white light connected to Sick-Sick.
With that, the withered tree bloomed anew.
Sick-Sick, who had been on the verge of collapse, suddenly looked radiant.
"Thank you for your gift, Master!"
Then his finger jabbed out repeatedly.
"You have a disease that will kill you if you breathe!"
"You have a disease that will kill you if you stand on the ground!"
"You have a disease that will kill you if you don't eat a snack within three seconds!"
"You have a disease that will stop your