The Shepherd Alone on the Hill is a Genius Wizard

Chapter 114 The Head's Three Symbols (2)

After erasing all final traces, Solif broke the somewhat awkward silence.

"About the torture. Didn't it feel unsettling?"

"Not really. It was something that had to be done anyway."

At Turan's answer, Solif opened his mouth then shook his head.

"They weren't kidding about desert nobles being ruthless... Well, whatever. Being cruel to enemies is a necessary virtue. As long as you're good to our side."

His muttering seemed more like trying to convince himself rather than speaking to others.

In fact, Turan also knew this personality wasn't quite normal.

Usually people couldn't become so desensitized just by defining someone as an enemy.

This was why he had internally disagreed when Keorn praised him as a good person in the past.

After roughly finishing up, Turan spoke to Meisa who had a somewhat dazed expression.

"Well then, it's time for us to part."

"So it is."

Unlike Meisa who would flee far away, Turan and Solif planned to return to the Berk mansion.

This was to not only spread the documents obtained this time to various vassal houses to draw public outrage, but also to prevent them from exerting unfair pressure.

Even in the worst case if things didn't work out, they would need to help the Berk family escape.

"We should provide food before you go. It might take some time before we meet again."

"Ah..."

Hearing Turan's words, Meisa turned to look at Solif with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"Food provision?"

"As I mentioned before, Lady Meisa is in a situation where she can't properly consume food, so we need to help."

"How?"

Instead of answering Solif's question directly, Turan glanced at Meisa.

This was considering that the act of inserting a tube into her throat to inject food after making her faint might feel shameful.

"May I tell him, Meisa? You might need to ask this friend for help later if I'm not around."

At Turan's words, Meisa let out a small groan before nodding.

After explaining the method of making her faint and injecting food through a tube into her stomach, Solif gaped and said.

"...I take back what I said earlier, you really are crazy."

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After providing food one last time, Meisa flew south riding the swing attached to Bize's body.

The sight reminded one of the previous Black Spirit subjugation force.

"The head of Berk has come as well."

"Of course. I couldn't believe Meisa was living in such a state! What were they thinking—"

The outraged appearance of Head Midela, Meisa's aunt, was perfect for heating up the atmosphere.

While everyone waited for Arabion's official response, dozens of Arabion nobles approached through Morgen City's main road.

When Turan's face hardened at sensing the presence among them, Solif quietly asked beside him.

"What's wrong?"

"He's here."

The head of Arabion, Badal Arabion.

When Turan announced his direct arrival, Solif clicked his tongue.

"If that bastard targets us here, aren't we all dead?"

"Surely not."

Trying to forcibly take them in for investigation without a single piece of evidence that Turan was the culprit?

That would be throwing away all the vested rights Arabion had maintained until now.

As long as the head and upper echelons, the divine being, intended to maintain the existing order, it was something they couldn't do.

Yet if the Arabion head ignored all this and attacked him—

'I should be able to block once and escape.'

While he might die instantly if he faced the head one-on-one alone, dozens of nobles were gathered here starting with Solif.

No matter how transcendent a powerhouse one was, when numbers reached this level, there would naturally be some resistance.

If he mixed in with those fleeing after blocking the attack and flew away riding Bize, even the Arabion head couldn't chase him.

Bize's speed was far beyond what humans could achieve flying with wind magic.

Even while thinking this, Turan unconsciously felt cold sweat running down his back from tension.

Even if one was confident they could avoid it, when a beast that could tear you apart approached right in front of you, it was natural to feel anxious and afraid.

At that moment, Badal Arabion opened his wrinkled mouth and spoke.

["My brothers, I regret that we meet under such unfortunate circumstances."]

As before, the head's words were clearly transmitted hundreds of meters in all directions through wind magic.

Turan gradually closed the distance from behind the gathered heads while maximally activating the relic's senses, trying to peer at the head's symbol.

As he got closer, the symbol that was initially blurry began to become clearer.

Arabion's characteristic lightning-filled cloud, and below it, a tightly clenched fist...

Three types of symbols were shining brightly.