"..."
This couldn't be the legendary Great Prophecy, could it? You actually used Great Prophecy just to restore their bodies?
He glanced at the Angel, who had already hidden away, conveying that question with his eyes.
As always, the Angel pretended to be a statue. When faced with questions the Angel didn't want to answer, this fellow really knew how to play dumb.
Kroya didn't press the matter.
He looked down at the musical note in his hand and tucked it into Symphony.
Then he waited for the Convicts to calm down.
They didn't cry for very long. After all, they had been through a great deal, and soon calmed down after their brief surge of joy.
Once they stopped crying, every one of them looked at Kroya as though he were a god.
They said nothing, simply dropping to one knee in unison before Kroya, hands pressed to their chests.
Every gaze burned with fervor and an almost fanatical loyalty.
Under those burning gazes, Kroya's expression remained unchanged. "Although I've rid you of your scars, your magic power is no longer inexhaustible.
"Take your time recovering and adjusting to your current strength. I'll be waiting for you to help me handle things."
With that, he got up and left.
It wasn't that he didn't want to say more, but their gazes were so intense that even he could barely stand them-he could even faintly sense the stirrings of religious faith.
No thanks, no thanks. You'd better calm down. How could mages have religious faith?
He returned to his laboratory.
He glanced at the bottle containing the Voidmoon Divine Tree. Another section of its branches had lit up.
This time, however, it didn't seem to have given him anything. The sea inside simply grew brighter and brighter, having long