“What…?”

Count Louvre muttered a response. His eyes widened as he remembered a strange rumor that had been floating around the mainland while the southern expedition had been in progress. Rumor had it that a mysterious black wizard was behind every incident that ultimately led to Duke Arangis’ rebellion.

Count Louvre wasn’t sure why thoughts of the rumor were resurfacing right now, but the moment the figure responded, saying that he had no name, Count Louvre’s instincts told him that the person in front of him could be the black wizard.

“All right, you without a name. Why did you come to see me and why did you call me foolish?”

Regardless of who the figure was, he himself was the monarch of the Great Territory of Alice, which had been around for hundreds of years. Count Louvre straightened his back to overcome a strange feeling of fear that was creeping up on him.

The one without a name slowly approached him with his dark gray robe fluttering.

“I have come to lend my strength to fulfil your wishes. However, your current plan is foolish and reckless. My help will not amount to much if you wish to proceed with the foolish ...