‘That boy definitely needs to be warned. So that such arbitrary actions wouldn’t be engaged in… Some pressure is needed for sure. Maybe even a little too much pressure.’


  Darin Horton, a member of the 2nd subjugation and master of holy magic, remembered what he had said before coming here.

  At that time, he had thought about it like this. Even though he had the title of Sword Master, the man was still young and in early 20s.

  And when against a devil, isn’t it natural for even Sword Masters to judge themselves to be lower than the devil and be cautious?

  But now he had changed his mind completely.

  ‘The Devil! No, it’s just the devil’s remnant!’


  ‘It was already subjugated?’


  ‘The ghost of the devil… is running away? What the…’


  The devil definitely wasn’t weak. If the blue holy water turned dark red, then it meant that ordinary Masters couldn’t win over it.

  But this devil wasn’t just subdued, but someone even made it run away without putting a curse on the ones who killed it?

  The commander nodded and said to Bratt.

  “I’ll be waiting for you in the biggest training hall, so come with Airn.”


  “Yes, I understand…”


  But that wasn’t the end. Quincy Myers shocked the young man with his next words.

  “I will teach you the swordsmanship of the Holy Kingdom.”


  Little do they know lmao.?