Nicolas Fouquet flinched because although he wasn’t sure yet, it was safe to assume that Chang-Sun wasn’t a rookie anymore and instead was actually as skilled as most rankers. He knew he shouldn’t let him interfere with the fight for that reason. Otherwise, the French volunteer Players could just embarrass themselves again. Reaching a conclusion, Nicolas smiled and stepped between Henri Bosque and Chang-Sun as he said, “Hahahaha, I think there has been a misunderstanding—!”

“You! You’ve done something to Mireille, haven’t you? Explain what in the world you have done!” Henri interrupted Nicolas and stepped forward, making Nicolas’ expression crumple up further.

The idiot was so blinded by his emotion he couldn’t even make head or tail of the situation, Nicolas wanted to yell at Henri to stop, but Henri was already opening up his magic storage.

[The ‘Deceased Dragon’s Storage’ has opened!]

The space behind Henri split as if someone cut it with a sword, revealing a glimpse of the Skeleton Dragon. As the dragon’s skeleton gleamed in the gray light, it glared at Chang-Sun with its blue eyes, allowing Chang-Sun to feel Henri’s fury. He wanted to defeat Chang-Sun even if it meant having to pull out his Skeleton Dragon.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Chang-Sun’s eyes turned cold.

“No, Henri!” Nicolas flung himself at Henri upon realizing something was odd with Chang-Sun’s eyes, but he was too late.

Chang-Sun was already right before...