T Y D O T S F

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The entire continent was tense about the actions of the Astrophel family.

The barrier of Artban Castle was famously strong, and it was famous for never having been successfully invaded from the outside.

Not only did they destroy the barrier in an instant as if it were a joke, but they also threw the heads of their clan members in front of the castle gate as if they were showcasing them.

The Artban Castle was instantly turned into a scene of chaos due to the incident that occurred while the owner was away.

Led by Rosaria of the Black Mamba Clan, the Black Mambas under her command stirred up the East as if they were leading an army of a million men, despite being a small elite force.

The barrier stones that had been hidden around the castle so that they could never be found were all destroyed simultaneously, and as if that wasn't enough, the necks of the jaguars that had been watching the area were hung as if mocking them.

No one questioned how the Black Mambas knew the location of the barrier spell. All that was left was that the Astrophels were holding out behind it.

The Artban elders used their authority to dispatch troops in a hurry, but the situation was already over.

The Black Mom bars that used to run wild in the East like it was their home suddenly disappeared.

All that remains is the aftertaste of poison and the scorched earth surrounding them.

Astropel's declaration of war. As soon as the news spread, everyone, including you, began to calculate while keeping an eye on the South.

Those who were already on the same boat as the Artban family were no exception.

"It's been a while since I contacted you and you're coming now?!"

The man, frowning annoyedly, spoke in a nervous voice.

He was an impressive man with long, platinum-blond hair, loosely tied with white cloth. His golden eyes of the same color were glaring with contempt at the traitor of Loisar, Selmayer.

"I hope there's no disruption to the plan. You never said anything about the Astrophel family making a move."

"Of course it will proceed without a hitch. You don't have to worry."

"Then, immediately get confirmation from the head of the Art Van that there are no problems."

"Please calm down. If we can get through this without a hitch, the odds will tilt in our favor."

"...That's certain, right?"

Neon, who was standing on the rock and looking down at the cliff, asked with a cheerful face.

The black sapphire key on his wrist dangled, ready to be used.

Selmayer frowned slightly as if he was annoyed, but then softened his voice to calm the angry man down.

To overcome the current crisis, Neon was needed more than anyone else.

To be precise, the status he was born with.

"No one will notice that Neon is involved. The key is Loisar's, isn't it?"

"What happened when you got caught by a rat?"

"We're in pursuit. We'll be dead soon, so don't worry about it."

"This is the last time I will trust you."

"Of course. You won't regret it."

Selmayer smiled confidently. Neon, who had been looking at him with narrowed eyes, suddenly turned around.