In an old-fashioned, luxurious mansion...

This was the mansion of Aidan, who was one of the wealthiest members of the aristocracy. Aidan’s room was currently filled with priests and magicians. He usually invited only wealthy nobles but today was the exception.

“I’m sorry, the revival isn’t possible with my power.”

“I can’t heal you with the power of the goddess of the moon and magic, Hecatiana.”

“I hope that the blessing of Huera, goddess of resurrection and the wind, will be with you.”

Aidan had invited them to ask how to revive his important part. However, they could only say “I’m sorry” and shake their heads. It made him even angrier.

“Get lost! Get lost! You useless bastards!”

The priests and magicians stepped back from the fierce anger. Aidan couldn’t believe he gave them money to come, only to get an answer like this. They were really useless. Shit, it was just a waste of money.

"Kuuack.”

His lower body still hurt. He didn’t know why things had become like this. When did things become so twisted? No, maybe it was since that day. The old man who disgraced him in Garbage Village said that he was the chief of the area next door.

“Shit....