Gerard finally stabbed his opponent in the chest.

The old elf tightly clutched the blade that had pierced his chest and muttered something to Gerard even as he was dying. Whatever he muttered sounded violent, but Gerard didn’t feel the need to interpret what he meant.

The elf scratched Gerard’s arm and managed to hold out for a long time, but eventually dropped. A long scratch mark with drops of blood was left behind on Gerard’s arm. He breathed heavily and wiped the sweat off of his forehead.

There were bodies everywhere in the surroundings. Gerard killed most of his opponents by striking them with powerful lightning, but some survived and rebelled against Gerard.

Among them, the old elf swordsman had been the most powerful. He had been so powerful that Gerard had never seen such a skilled man before. If the elf swordsman hadn’t been injured before their confrontation, it might have been Gerard who was lying on the ground.

However, the elf swordsman eventually died at Gerard’s hand.

Gerard inadvertently felt the chills running down his spine at the thought that each and every one of the fallen opponents here were heroes and historical geniuses, unlike when he overthrew the Thornbush Priest Organization.

The bodies scattered everywhere belonged to those who had saved countless people from disaster and led the empire by finding and teaching the emperor.

Aruntal, a group that consisted of the emperor’s teachers, were not people who would die in vain.

Gerard shuddered...