Since when did the name wizard come to be called a politician�s dog?

Aren�t those who fought with an iron intellect who pushed through what they believed to be right now in the association?

�����48 hours.�

Sakiri picked up an instrument of torture that looked like a 20 cm long awl.

�In the next 48 hours, Rufist will defy public opinion and move the Association.�Of course, if you perjury in it, the time will be shorter.�

Isabelle hadn�t even thought of that situation.

�Forty-eight hours.�It�s pretty tight.�

�That�s why Lufist is also impatient.�If possible, he would like to become the president of the association with the support of the majority of the association members, but as long as Gaold is alive, his current position is in jeopardy.�In short, as long as you hold out, you can buy yourself more time.�

Sakiri poked the awl with the tip of her finger, then looked back at Isabelle with a cold gaze.

�I will protect the last degree of dignity as a human being and as a woman.�It�s not because I have good feelings for you.�As a mage, I just don�t want to cater to the tastes of perverted old men.�But the pain will be considerable.�

Isabelle didn�t care.�She just stared up at her ceiling, lost in her thoughts, oblivious to the terrible time ahead.

�Whoops, Gaold.�Seriously, how many people are you bothering?�

yeah, why?

Why did he defend Gaold, who had nothing to do with him?

�Perhaps I, too, have been possessed by your madness.�

The light came on as the video recording device restarted.

After activating the remaining two devices, Sakiri stood where the three focus points were set and announced the start of the official interrogation.

�From now on, I will begin interrogating Isabelle, the manager of the magic library of the Magic Association.�

Isabelle�s eyes lit up for the first time.

�Go, Gaold.�Go beyond good and evil, transcend the future of mankind, and go to the ultimate realm that humans can reach.�

Sakiri grabbed Isabelle�s hair and violently raised it.

His eyes widened as he stared at the soft nape of his neck.

�48 hours from now.�Hold on.�

Screams echoed through the corridor of the prison cell.

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If you go about 2 hours by carriage from the city of Creas, you will come to the small port town of San Ferros.

Galliant is a world-class resort, but the scenery here outside the holiday season was just a secluded fishing village.

Arriving around lunchtime, Sirone bought a handful of fish fillets from the stall.

The fish pho, which is said to be delicious only when slightly spoiled, was chewy like jelly and had the deep taste of the sea.

There was no liner, so I thought I would have to hire a captain. JrNovels.com