Mananen McLeir, the mana god, was the only god who submitted himself to and cooperated with Juan back when Juan was exterminating the gods in the past—Mananen McLeir even devoted his heart to complete the last step needed for Juan to become the emperor. Mananen McLeir’s heart was still beating inside Juan even now, and Juan was the one who allowed McLeir’s remains to be laid to rest in the magic tower.

“Back then you even took my hair without my knowledge.”

“Your Majesty.”

Juan grabbed the magician by the neck. Dane didn’t even realize that Juan had made a move to grab him until he was lifted in the air. Dane groaned with a low and suffocated voice upon being suddenly hung in the air.

“Tell me what you are playing at, Dane Dormund.”

Dane trembled in fear, but still managed to open the cloth and showed Juan what was inside. Inside the cloth was a baby with blonde hair and bright eyes looking at Juan without crying even in the sudden situation.

Juan quickly scanned the baby’s soul through his eyes and was shocked to find out the identity of the baby.

Juan tightened the hand holding Dane up in the air, causing Dane’s face to be instantly turned red.

“What crazy thing have you done, Dane? Is everything a joke in the eyes of the magicians? How dare you play with life!?”

“Keuk, huff. Y-Your Majesty…”

Juan felt the strong urge to directly separate Dane’s body from his head—but he couldn’t do that. Dane was both a father figure...