The Saintess eyed Mojard and said. “You don’t look anywhere near as injured as you were before.”1

Mojard had barely escaped from the Monster Lord, but invoking his Flesh Puppet came at a steep cost. His earlier condition said it all. Otherwise, the Lord of Slaughter wouldn’t have believed him so easily. And yet, the Mojard here looked perfectly fine. 0

Mojard chuckled. “I used to be the Incestuous King. I’m bound to have hidden aces.”0

“Is that so?” The Saintess chuckled, though her usually gentle smile looked cold. “Zu An was still wondering where the Time Scribe had gone, but I see that he has accompanied us here.” 0

Mojard’s eyebrows shot up. “Saintess,...0