Back when Romuleus had still not revealed his true appearance.


    I was still assisting the souls ushered by the Dark Spiritualist inside the debate hall.


    “It’s surprising.”


    Watching the souls asleep in Graypond transform into a single spell, Ropelican beside me couldn’t help but gape in astonishment.


    “I-it’s truly surprising.”


    “I never thought that there would ever be a day when I would consider dark magic to be... noble.”


    Since I couldn’t spare any strength to respond, I simply continued my work silently, and the apprentices behind the Archmage showed their agreement in my stead.


    To those who could not see the souls, it probably looked like a continuous stream of blue light was flowing from my hands.


    After I converted the mana the souls contained into magic, those souls started taking action.


    [We will eliminate those wicked monsters!]


    [Give me flames! Flames that will burn everything!]


    Occasionally, there were souls who asked to be converted into attack magic, but I naturally ignored them.


    After all, the reason I summoned them was not to defeat Mul, but to save people.


    Just conjuring simple magic to transport them was enough.


    While the chaotic process of controlling a considerable number of souls without the aid of Lemegeton, the battle against Mul continued unabated.


    “Hold him back! Don’t let him overpower you!”


    Led by Tyren, the Mage Tribunal Judges surrounded Mul and created a magic dome.


    The tentacles of Mul trapped inside continuously emerged from inside and outside the dome, continuing the power struggle.


    Occasionally, Mul tried to turn Mage Tribunal Judges into tentacles using his Holy Power.


    However, Stella and Lucia completely seized control of the Holy Power from him.


    Even though he was persistently overwhelmed, Mul focused on controlling the tentacles with his mouth shut.


    “Isn’t this easier than expected?”


    “I was worried because he is a fallen god, but luckily....”


    Ropelican’s apprentices breathed a sigh of relief as they looked at him.


    It also seemed like Ropelican could do nothing else but watch Mul being overwhelmed, and though he remained silent, he kept a close eye on me.


    “It looks like most of the people have finished evacuating.”


    The souls had finished ferrying the audience from the debate hall outside. And numerous souls searched every nook and cranny to ensure no one was left behind. R?


    It had also been a while since the Royal Knight Commander, Gloria, had escorted His Majesty safely.


    “Then Archmage, you should leave this place as well.”


    “Hmph, are you asking me to just leave them like that?”


    Ropelican said he had no intention to, but I shook my head.


    “The stench has gotten worse.”


    “Huh?”


    “And the ground is gradually shaking.”


    They may have not noticed it in an urgent situation like this, but the ground had been shaking a bit since a while ago.


    It wasn’t an earthquake.


    “That monster will soon reveal himself.”


    As if responding to my words, cracks suddenly formed on the ground, and the walls of the massive debate hall began to collapse.


    Fortunately, this place was like the Colosseum, a structure that had no ceiling; otherwise, it would have flattened us all.


    “That monster?”


    “You will understand once you see it, you will understand.”


    One could only use the word grotesque to describe the body of Romuleus. And rather than trying to elaborate any further, simply looking at it would make it easier to understand.


    Crack! Crack!


    A sharp and gruesome tooth protruded from the edge of the debate hall.


    And along with it, the ground trembled, heralding the monster’s arrival with an enormous roar.


    As warned, the trembling ground finally began to collapse.


    And as the ground collapsed, the Mage Tribunal Judges fighting against Mul were unable to continue the battle.


    A massive amount of mana began to vaporize into the wind.


    “Hmmmm.”


    The civilians had already been evacuated, and the bishops, who had no combat ability, had fled long ago.


    Buildings collapsing, smoke rising, and people screaming all over the city.


    It was truly a grim sight.


    “But thanks to your magic, many lives were saved.”


    Orpheus probably said those words as a warning against being too pessimistic, but it didn’t provide any sense of relief.


    After all, As I just said, nothing had ended.


    Kroooaaaah!


    With an imposing height and stature that seemed to touch the clouds, Romuleus roared. Then, the tentacles hanging from his body stretched out and began descending towards Griffin.


    The Royal Knights and the Mage Tribunal Judges promptly took their positions at the vanguard.


    The most bothersome part of facing that monster was that only weapons of a certain level were effective against it.


    Therefore, the regular kingdom army was practically useless.


    However, facing it with a small group of elites might be even more troublesome and cause far greater damage.


    “Your Majesty, it is dangerous.”


    “I see, I just got too worked up.”


    At the words of Royal Knight Commander Gloria, King Orpheus took a step back.


    “Lucia, you should step back as well.”


    Saintess Lucia, who was ferried by Ropelican’s magic, was also in danger.


    She wore a dark expression; however, she still needed to polish her abilities in this aspect.


    “Think about this calmly. There is nothing you can do right now.”


    She seemed helpless; it was a battle directly related to the gods, yet she was unable to do anything herself.


    On the contrary, Stella, who recognized that her role here was finished, passed the torch to Velica.


    “It is okay.”


    Lucia bit hard on her lip h, glanced at me, nodded slightly, and then stepped back.


    Royal Knight Commander Gloria stood beside me.


    “Do you have a plan?”


    “Simple weapons or magic might cause some harm to him, but they will not be enough to deliver an effective blow.”


    To take the life of a fallen god, we would need a mythical weapon like the Holy Grail.


    To be able to sever his throat, we at least needed a weapon of that level.


    “How about my greatsword? It was made with the feathers of a phoenix.”


    Gloria presented her greatsword.


    The blade, imbued with a crimson aura and the embedded gemstone, was definitely not an ordinary item.


    “It is impossible even with a treasured sword.”


    Regardless, our opponent was a fallen god.


    A human-made treasured sword would not be able to rival him.


    “Then, what should we do?”


    Despite my scolding and numerous attempts to chase her away, Deia approached me subtly.


    “Hm, so our family’s treasured sword will not work either?”


    Darius also followed Deia and naturally showed his eagerness to participate in the battle.


    “It is dangerous.”


    “If you’re going to stay here, I’ll stay too.”


    “We are family, aren’t we?”


    “Sigh.”


    I knew that they would reply as such, but hearing it made me feel overwhelmed.


    “Professor!”


    Aria, Findenai, and Luaneth came running from afar.


    Seeing the people I had t been waiting for finally arrive, I clenched my fist.


    “Let us begin.”


    The dark clouds slowly thickened.


    It seemed like rain was imminent, so it was time to finish this.