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(Blade of Dawn)

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At the Town of Tanzan, Lord Byron has sacrificed himself.

Sacrificed?

Aunt!

Philip. Philip!

Pittman, Amber,

you'll follow me to the Town of Tanzan immediately.

Rebecca, Heidi,

you'll remain within the domain and stay on guard.

My lord.

It's dangerous to go so recklessly.

Then we'll take more Rebecca Crystals with us.

Look over there.

He isn't dead, but also not alive.

Oh my!

This is the exact style League of Death uses.

They don't use this technique

to extract the person's vitality but their thoughts.

Thoughts?

They are gathering information.

She has eyes and ears here.

Go this way.

It's safe ahead.

With the way she extracts thoughts,

she seems to be urgently looking for something.

Looking for something?

Is that the reason she attacked Citadel of Cecil and here?

That item must be very important.

So much so that she hasn't given up after a few hundred years.

But I rarely see her take any action on such a large scale.

A few hundred years? How long has she lived?

She was born in the Gandorian era. The same as you, my lord.

This is Philip's sword.

My lord, he might be nearby.

Let's split up and search.

Over seven hundred years and still alive.

You're sure Bathia is the same person in your memories?

Aren't you still alive?

You!

That five-star depraved druid personality she possesses

isn't a mistake.

Technically speaking, Bathia isn't human

but an extraordinary type of living creature.

Do you know that era when magic was abundant

and the races lived in harmony, my lord?

I have read something of the sort.

I never imagined it to be real.

Bathia is cruel and difficult to control.

The rumor goes that a fellow clansman of hers

has been trying to kill her for hundreds of years.

My lord, found him.

Phi...

What should we do now?

Military Adviser Pitt, time for you to show off.

Sure, sure.

Oh God, that old man.

Just you wait!

My lord, after you.

Don't worry, my lord.

She professes to be a follower of the Night, she won't die.

Philip. Philip.

My lord.

What happened?

My lord, Lord Byron was killed by a woman.

Where is he?

He should still be up ahead. Come with me.

Philip.

This is Andrew's manor.

This is it, my lord.

Help... Help me.

Andrew.

Andrew, how do you feel?

Lord Galway.

Her... It's her!

Look out!

My lord!

Pittman, watch out!

Pittman!

Oh, sure thing.

I'm surprised there is a cave down here.

The way we came from is sealed.

I knew something was wrong with you.

She got away.

My lord, she destroyed our communication devices.

She must be up to something.

The domain might be in danger.

We must find a way back as soon as possible.

But there is only one way left to go, my lord.

How much vine-withering potion do we have left?

Well, not enough.

How about adding these?

Enough. Enough.

Hello, Lady Heidi.

Philip, are you alright?

Fortunately, I am.

Lord Galway instructed me to come back to the domain first.

Oh, right.

Lord Byron will not be coming back.

What?

Lord Philip, you're back.

Rebecca Crystal?

Explode?

Interesting.

All clear.

Go, go!

Look over there!

Temporarily shutting down all public facilities

apart from the Magic Network and tightened the patrol.

All clear.

- All clear. - There shouldn't be a problem.

All clear.

Aunt.

You've done well, Rebecca. I'll rest for a while.

- Look over there. - Go, go!

If something were to happen to me,

hand this letter over to Lord Galway.

Hello, Lady Heidi.

Jenny?

The Magic Network seems unstable.

It's better that you come check on it.

Don't panic, I'll be right there.

No.

You'll be fine.

This seems to be the ruins of Gandor.

It was built to take shelter from the demons.

Humanity will last forever, even if...

Even if, what?

It's not clear.

There really are quite a lot of good stuff

left buried in the south.

I hope you didn't include me, did you?

My lord.

What's the meaning of this?

This is going overboard, my lord! What's going on?

Times have changed, Lady Bathia.

Although this toy is just a prototype,

blowing up your head shouldn't be a problem at all.

Bathia?

My lord, you've made a mistake!

More than 700 years old? The age of your soul can't be wrong.

My lord, get rid of her and you'll be the eldest one.

That's...

Wait.

You are the real Byron?

You are Bathia's clansman?

Yes.

When I woke up, I found Philip.

I carried him as I made my way out until I met the two of you.

I never thought that tunnel would lead all the way here.

The Empire of Gandor's underground base

is much bigger than I thought.

Byron, guard this place well.

Once Bathia is defeated, she will definitely escape from here.

Thank you, my lord.

You're welcome, Lord Byron.

Now, things are about to get serious.

Lord Philip, what are you doing here?

Thank you, Lady Heidi.

Hello there, Bathia. We finally caught you.

I've been after you for so long.

I'll tell the story from the beginning,

so you had better listen carefully.

In order to find a certain item,

you infiltrated into the Town of Tanzan.

You didn't hesitate to turn the Town of Tanzan

into a fortress of thoughts regardless of the price.

Luckily, Heidi and Byron noticed it.

Then, you traveled through the ruin of Gandor

under the Town of Tanzan to this place.

You planned to destroy the Magic Network,

but Byron stopped you first.

What is most unforgivable is the fact

that you murdered two of my residents to gain their information.

Later, you drew the Unholy Wind here,

causing large-scale contamination.

Without the help of the Holy Maiden,

the residents in New Citadel of Cecil would've gone crazy.

Just like the Town of Tanzan today.

But all of these don't matter now.

Such a pity, it's game over.

Bathia Wendell, I've tolerated you for far too long.

What are you looking for?