Besides her, Arius was the only one who knew that Miro�s horse had bones.

The spirit of Miro, approached through Dremo, is the height of nobility without the slightest trauma.

But even with her, there was a small shaking like a speck of dust.

That was what was inscribed on the twentieth pillar of the temple built in the spirit of the labyrinth.

�Mikea Gaold.�

A very small name that no one would have discovered if not for Arius, the grave robber.

It was the net that pulled Miro out of samadhi.

The human mind was originally stained with numerous wounds, so it was a flaw that was like dust, but rather, it was surprising.

�Adrias Miro, the height of inconsideration����.�

It was only once that Gaold had shaken his heart.

-then����save me����.

Miro smiled bitterly as he recalled the events of that night when he unknowingly jumped out.

The only regret left in my life.

�But you����You really did it.�

It took 20 years to make Miro�s wish come true.

It wasn�t something that could only be done by being strong, it was something that only Gaold could do.

Miro looked pitifully at Gaold, who had a shaggy beard growing on his skinny face.

�He�s a pure-blooded bastard.�How are you going to live in this harsh world with such a tender heart?�

Well, wasn�t that a man named Gaold?

After thinking about it, Miro walked over to the bed and stroked Gaold�s head.

�It may be a difficult place, but����.�

Then she slowly leaned over and kissed his forehead.

�Have a good trip.�

Miro, who had been hugging Gaold for a long time, stood up again and said,

�When you�re all washed up, prepare to leave.�I�ll be back in the morning.�

The coordinates had already been extracted from Ingris, who went with Sein to understand Ra�s will.

�What are you thinking about Sirone?�

Miro stopped walking at Gangnan�s question and turned his head.

�I will take you.�It�s a waste of power to leave it like this.�

As well as the magic of divine punishment, one of the archangels, Faiel, was annihilated. JrNovels.com