"I can help you too. I know the most convenient places around here to bury bodies."
Luna suddenly spoke, her face expressionless.
Although her tone was flat, a hint of seriousness shone in her pale purple eyes.
Even though Greg had yet to formally accept her as his master, Luna had long since decided that he was her disciple.
So if Greg needed her, she was more than willing to help, even if that meant handling some cleanup that was not fit for public discussion.
Because right now, her disciple's mental health mattered most to her. He was such a promising seedling; she did not want to see him grow crooked.
But faced with their concern, Greg did not immediately explain what had happened.
After all, his goal was to storm the execution grounds and rescue Wendy. If he said that outright, even these two Grand Mages who stood at the pinnacle of the world might be unable to agree because of their allegiances. So he had to take a different approach.
"Haah..."
Greg hung his head and let out a deep, dejected sigh. His shoulders slumped, and his whole bearing radiated the despair of someone crushed beneath a burden too heavy to bear.
He raised his head, looking first at Olivia and then at Luna with gratitude and helplessness in his eyes, and said in a low voice:
"Thank you, Academy Head... and... Master."
When Olivia heard Greg address her properly as Academy Head rather than his usual "damned cowgirl," her eyebrows rose slightly, and a sudden wariness stirred in her heart.
Was this guy cooking up another scheme?
The last time he had addressed her so seriously, he had made her stake her reputation on deceiving Veronica, the Church of Light's Saintess.
That experience was still vivid in