“Please leave, Bishop Coos. We will handle the remaining matters ourselves.”
Tyr's tone was quite blunt as he addressed Bishop Coos, who looked like anything but a good person.
“Young Master Callis, you really can...”
“Avia, see our guest out.”
Bishop Coos wanted to keep arguing his case, but Tyr directly issued an eviction order.
Naturally, he was unwilling to leave just like that, but Avia had already stepped in front of him.
The release of her Sixth Circle magic power caused Bishop Coos's expression to instantly freeze.
“Well then, I wish everyone from House Callis a smooth journey.”
Seeing that there was absolutely no room to salvage the situation, Bishop Coos took a deep breath and turned to leave the office.
“Young Master Tyr, he is...”
Bishop Coos was no ordinary branch bishop; the blood of the Aglaia Family flowed in his veins.
“Carlo, your role is the mayor of Caslant, and your task is to maintain order in Caslant. As for any potential conflict with the Aglaia Family, that is my business.”
“Yes, Young Master.”
Carlo quickly lowered his head, realizing that his actions just now had overstepped.
“Let's go. Arrange our lodgings first. I will take care of the matter regarding the Abyss demons.”
“Young Master Tyr, Lady Sevira, please follow me.”
...
Night fell.
Tyr left his room and went up to the rooftop.
【Baina】
Tyr constructed a magic circuit inside his body, allowing himself to blend into the evening breeze. At the same time, he spread out his divine sense and began searching for the aura of the Abyss demons.
He wandered through most of Caslant. The citizens were mostly asleep, with only the members of the City Defense Knight Order still patrolling due to the recent murders committed by the Abyss demons.
Suddenly, just as Tyr's divine sense brushed past a wooden cabin, a few extremely quiet voices reached his ears.
“My Lord said that the situation here has already alarmed House Callis, and they have sent people over. He wants us to lay low for the next few days.”
Tyr paused. Floating along with the night breeze, his body drifted down onto the roof of the wooden cabin like a falling leaf.
“Damn it, Cary! If you hadn't failed to control yourself, how could we have attracted House Callis's attention so quickly?”
“Oh, Bond, you can't blame me for that. Human blood is just too delicious. You know that yourself, don't you?”
“Cary, I'm serious. Do you have any idea how dire our situation is? That is House Callis! You used to be a wealthy merchant, after all. Didn't you know of House Callis's fearsome reputation?!”
“Hey, pal, of course I know how powerful House Callis is. Why don't we just run away before they find us?”
“You!!!”
“Alright, stop arguing. We should be thinking about what to do for the sacrifice three days from now. If we fail to prepare enough offerings for that lord, you know what the consequences will be.”
“I have an idea. We can find our targets over the next two days and leave a mark inside their bodies. When the day of the sacrifice arrives, we can hypnotize them to walk to the sacrifice site on their own.”
From the conversation of the people inside the wooden cabin, it was not difficult for Tyr to guess that they were the culprits behind the recent chaos in Caslant.
However, although they carried the aura of the Abyss demons, it was not pure. It felt more like it had been forcibly pieced together onto their bodies.
“Black Mages?”
On the Elan Continent, mages who signed contracts with the Abyss demons to obtain black magic power were called Black Mages.
Tyr had originally intended to deal with them directly, but hearing that there was another "lord," he decided not to act rashly.
Wisps of magic power seeped from Tyr's fingertips, slowly entering the wooden cabin.
Without any of them noticing, the magic power attached itself to their bodies.
After doing all this, Tyr's figure vanished from the cabin's roof.
“Brother Tyr, did you find them?”
When Tyr returned to their lodgings, Sevira was waiting in his room.
“More or less. All will be revealed in three days.”
“Okay.”
...
The next day.
“Sevira, do you want to go out for a walk?”
After lunch, Tyr suggested going out for a stroll.
“Sure!”
Sevira stood up. She had been wanting to go out and look around for a long time.
On the street, Sevira skipped ahead. Having been cooped up in the Sword Prison for seven years, she found everything she saw now to be novel and exciting.
Tyr walked behind her, holding a box of colorful candies he had bought from a candy stall not long ago.
Just then, someone suddenly bumped into Tyr.
Tyr looked down and saw a little boy who had bumped into his leg. The boy was looking up, his eyes fixed on the candy in Tyr's hand.
In Tyr's vision, the little boy's body was enveloped in a faint layer of black magic power.
Clearly, the little boy was one of the sacrifices chosen by those Black Mages.
“Sam.”
Just then, a woman wearing coarse clothes ran over. Upon seeing Tyr, whom the little boy had bumped into, her face turned visibly pale.
Whether it was Tyr's own attire, his demeanor, or the maid following behind him, everything unmistakably told the woman that the person before her was a noble.
“Young Master, I am truly sorry that Sam ran into you.”
The woman hurriedly ran up to Tyr and spoke with a trembling voice.
“It's fine.” Tyr looked down at the little tot who only reached his knees and took out a piece of candy from the box. “Do you want one?”
“Yes, I want it.”
Sam nodded vigorously. At his age, he did not know what fear was yet.
But the woman's heart had leaped into her throat, and her lips trembled, terrified that Tyr would order them to be killed on a whim.
“Then here's one for you.”
What she feared did not happen. Tyr handed a piece of candy to Sam.
From an angle that no one could see, a wisp of Holy Power emerged from Tyr's palm and merged into the candy.
After seeing Sam eat the candy, he left with Avia.
Watching the backs of the two leaving, the woman in coarse clothes finally breathed a sigh of relief, her heart pounding frantically.
She grabbed her son's hand, wanting to leave as quickly as possible, only to find that her legs had gone weak, leaving her with no strength at all.
“Sevira, there's a café over there. How about we go and sit for a while?”
Calling out to the energetic Sevira ahead, Tyr pointed to a luxurious-looking café across the street, where many well-dressed gentlemen and ladies in beautiful dresses were seated.
“Sure!”
The four of them walked into the café. Inside, two people had the same black magic power flickering on their bodies as the little boy, Sam.
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