�You mean I survived by luck?�

Rufist approached Chagall, putting off an answer.

�Really, did you change your weapon?�There�s nothing better than this to hide your identity����.�

If you reach a certain level of skill, even murder is sublimated to the level of art, so you can identify the culprit just by looking at the corpse.

Some call this the fingerprint of a murderer, but in the end Chagall erased his own fingerprint.

�You changed your weapon?�

�Rapid sword Chagall.�He handles dozens of daggers simultaneously with bizarrely quick hand movements.�Schema said something����Was it a technique called grounding?�

If folding doubled the efficiency by folding the human body diagram, folding was a technique of strengthening a part of the body by folding a part.

�Hmph, just to the extent of changing weapons����.�

�And Chagall of the rapid-fire sword is a master of stabbing.�

Lian remembered that all the scars on his body were cuts.

�The corpse of a sub-species dumped in the waterway, you did it, right?�There was no point in being clumsy.�So it hasn�t been caught yet.�

Sirone even said it was a trace of torture.

�Did you come to catch me?�

Chagall was the first to speak.

Of course, Rufist had the authority to arrest Chagall, and as a wizard belonging to the Association, he had the duty to do so.

However, the reason he left the main gate and entered the canal was because he had a more important matter than that.

�It�s surprising that you�re the �gatekeeper of the canal� I hired recently, but I�m out of business right now.�Guide Brooks.�

Then, splashing in the water, Sirone came running.

�Rian!�are you okay?�

�Well, as you can see.�

After confirming that Lian was safe, Sirone raised her ax eye and walked towards Chagall.

�Hey!�what the hell are you����!�

However, in the end, he found a man standing next to Lian and put on a blank expression.

�The president of the association?�

�Whoa, who is this?�Aren�t you a traitor to Tormia?�

There was no way he didn�t know that Sirone left the red line after being selected as a candidate for the Ivory Tower.

However, it was more of a joke than a mockery because it was the kingdom that splashed the dung in the end.

A sharp voice came from behind Sirone.

�The president of the Magic Association in a place that stinks, hehe.�This is a person who is trembling.� JrNovels.com