-Before the Battle-

Sister Liliana had swept the church’s courtyard while looking at the Bastian family’s departure; she smiled.

“Ah, it’s good to have a family like that,” but her smile froze when she saw that Bastian’s family has disappeared.

She began to panic. “Oh my God, what happened?” She started to look around for a guard. Fortunately, she found guards that were on patrol.

Waving at them, the guards came closer and asked, “What happened?” Sister Liliana then recounted the incident she had seen.

“Did you really see it? Have they suddenly disappeared?” One of the guards asked seriously while the other one flipped through the paper, looking for something.

“Yes, that’s right, I’m still conscious and healthy seeing that strange incident,” Sister Liliana answered, nodding her head repeatedly.

“Ah, here is the case, a sudden disappearance… That’s the Advance Spell!” The guard who was flipped through the paper screamed in fear.

“Report this to the Officer,” the guard spoke while shaking in fear. Only at Master Wizard/Witch class capable of using the Advance spell. In the eyes of Master Wizard/Witch, those guards were mere ants that could be crushed anytime.

By that time, the other guard had run to the nearest barrack to inform the general. Looking at the Bastian’s family location, Sister Liliana pressed her palm together. “Hold on, guys.”

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-In the road near the Barracks-

An older man was walking on the city streets while looking at each shop. When the shop people saw this grandfather, all of them bowed slightly.

One of the female shop owners smiled and asked politely. “Good morning, Grandmaster, how about a cup of tea in my shop?”

“Thank you for the offer, young lady, but I just want to enjoy the fresh air in this old age,” the Grandmaster answered with a laugh and then continued walking, while the woman could only smile at his behavior.

Therefore, many people also offered the same thing to the Grandmaster, but the answer was always the same. He still refused with a laugh in the end.

From afar, a guard sprinted towards the barracks; his eyes were so focused that he didn’t realize he had nudged the Grandmaster.

*thump*

“Oh, be careful, young people, this body is getting vulnerable to pressure,” the Grandmaster said, pretending to cough.

The guard wanted to punish the person who was blocking his way, but his expression changed to fear upon hearing the familiar sound.

“Pardon me, Grandmaster. I didn’t see you in the way,” he said, trembling, trying to get away as soon as possible.

“Wait, that must be an important matter.

Tell me, young man, what happened? After all, my authority is the same as a king,” When the Grandmaster saw a guard running around this morning, he felt strange, and also this could be used to kill his time.

Indeed, the guard then approached him and informed him about what had happened in the church. When the Grandmaster heard this, his brow knitted.

“Which church is it?” His expression changed while he emitted a murderous air.

“Near the harbor, Grandmaster.”

After hearing this, the Grandmaster immediately chanted a spell; then a portal opened in front of him. The opposite side of the portal showed the location where Bastian and his family had disappeared.

“Relax and tell your general I’ll handle this,” the Grandmaster said with a smile on his face. Then he entered the portal, and the portal instantly disappeared.

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-Inside Dimension-

Father must be going to die now, Desmond thought.

He saw the dagger that was about to pierce Bastian’s neck; Desmond also saw his mother, who’d already lost all her energy. She kept struggling to stand up and wanted to save her husband while Alice started to cry.

“Expert Spell: Magic Break,” someone shouted.

The dimension broke, and the view of the surrounding area returned to the street. Behind the mysterious assassin was an older man.

He stood tall with a muscular posture; his hair was long and white, on his face, there was a sword scratched on his left cheek, near his eye. but what made him scary was the killing air that he emitted.

A person who could use a Expert spell. Neither enemy or reinforce, has appeared.

[System, scan this person.]

Now it’s getting more and more interesting.

[Scanning the target..]

[Scan Complete!]

[Name: Weston

Gender: Male

Age: 70

Race: Human

Class: 3rd Wizard

Occupation: Former Grandmaster

Unique Energy: 76.65

Strength: 15.00(+10.00)

Agility: 15.00(+10.00)

Stamina: 15.33(+10.00)

Trait Effect:

Integrity (Rare)

– If the battle with evil trait: Boost Strength, Agility & Stamina +10.00

– Increase Amount Unique Energy Gathering +0.002]

This… is an old monster.

What will happen when another person like this comes with a higher trait rank?

With the boost of the trait effect, it looks like he’s oppressive against me.

System, find out how much chance I have against this person after ten years?

[Creating a Task…

Used 1 Slot

Status: Working 0%]

[Working 50%…]

[Status: Completed]

[Saving to Database …]

[Data Saved!]

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System Conclusion: The chance of winning is no more than 10%. That’s because the host hasn’t got much skill and experience fighting for the next ten years. If the host can handle that, the chance will increase to 20%.

]

Interesting…

*cough**cough*

“Looks like I’m not too late.” He felt relieved when he saw that the Bastian family was okay. Then he glanced at the mysterious assassins and immediately chanted a spell.

“Expert Spell: Bind.” A white chain appeared and stabbed five parts of the assassin’s body simultaneously.

The assassin screamed for a moment before he fell unconscious.

System, record the chanting spell.

After that, several guards came carrying the dead body of his father’s guard, assassins, and immediately caught the last assassin.

Desmond saw the old man talking with one of the guards and came to approach his family.

“Hello, I apologize about the Imperial Assassins messing in our territory because we were careless,” he said, lowering his head, but then they saw he was looking down at them.

So, this attack happens a lot, but it’s the assassin who often goes in and out of the territory.

“Ah, thanks to you master, if you didn’t stop them, I’d be dead now.” Bastian thanked him sincerely while he bowed his head; the rest of the Bastian family followed as well.

“No problem… Ah, where are my manners? My name is Weston, and I am in charge of the North Academy and a confidante of the king.” Weston introduced himself while he scratched his head.

This old man is good at acting. Even though he is acting relaxed, his eyes show displeasure.

“So what are you guys doing here? It’s impossible you’re just here for sightseeing,” Weston asked, narrowing his eye to Bastian.

Desmond saw his father hesitate, and his mother also kept looking at his father.

Now shall we reveal the truth?