Dreadlore, the fortress of the dead.

Logan was looking down at the remnants of the siege from the top of the walls.

“… It was an easier battle than I expected.”

Unlike his initial belief, this force was not the opponent's main army.

This attack was simply a diversion

Even the giant ice golem moved to attract their attention.

Fortunately, it was simple to defeat it, but Logan felt this odd discomfort.

There was no news from the three liches and Nigel.

As Logan stood nervously, a black portal appeared next to him, revealing a blonde red-eyed man.

“You seem to be troubled, Logan.”

“… Sir Aleister.”

"Do not worry. Her plan is going smoothly. They were simply sacrificed for the sake of our cause.”

Aleister was referring to Nigel and Angrboda.

Logan stared at Aleister in utter shock.

“What are you talking ab...”

“It's similar to a role play. Nigel and Angrboda were... let's see, they were the villains we needed in order to create tension and find out the whereabouts of the Holy Grail.”

“Then what is my role? Even if I’m not the great antagonist who defeats the hero, I hope my role is long-termed. And if possible, I’d like to have a breathtaking...