Chapter 57
“Please, have mercy! Forgive my foolishness!”
The elder of the Black Magic Tower, a 6th-circle black mage, knelt and begged. Over a hundred high-ranking mages across the continent trembled in fear, not daring to even think of resistance.
“I beg you like this! Please!”
Once the 8th Division Commander of the Black Legion, a dark mage who conducted all manner of experiments in pursuit of truth. One of the hardliners who rejected the Black Emperor’s regime and did not hesitate to become a monster of truth.
That very ‘Demon Squadron Commander’ was now kneeling and begging.
Before a man who had severed ties with the darkness of the old era and refused to be bound by petty morality.
“Do you seek my mercy?”
The very man asked.
“P-please, show mercy! I will pledge my lifelong loyalty! Please, please……!”
“Do you remember what you did to my son?”
After a silence, the Black Ball asked again. Its expression showed not a shred of emotion.
“I, I, I am…”
He joined hands with the Red Mage Tower, secretly crossed the Saxon River, and provided the Purifiers with information about Dale. He informed them that Dale would lead his cavalry unit and take separate action. Having thought that far, the Elder chuckled.
That man would never show him mercy.
But he had no intention of putting up meaningless resistance or struggling either.
As an elder of the Black Magic Tower himself, he understood better than anyone the weight carried by the name of the Black Duke.
