Oldor burned in the radiant flames and tried to scream.0

“...!”1

However, the flames that burned within Oldor were also burning inside his lungs, and the rising air lost the momentum to make his vocal cords vibrate. Therefore, Oldor reached out to attack Mazdari in any way possible, but a simple step back was all it took for Mazdari to render his last resistance futile.0

Oldor collapsed.0

“Don’t worry, Oldor. That fire is magic, so it won’t spread to the ship.”0

Mazdari’s Rotten Hand spoke up.0

-It’s a bit early, but we should get started.0

‘It would have been over if I had completed drawing this anyway.’0

The magic circle that Oldor had stepped on was made in case a priest of Binding God came.0

The magic circle of Deception. It was known to deceive the eyes of a god, but that didn’t apply to their priests.0

‘I don’t think Oldor’s death has been discovered yet.’0

In order to take over the ship, Mazdari had drawn magic circles in several places for the past few days. He had to keep the Binding God and the priests in the dark with Deception, so it had taken him a long time.0

-Should we activate the spell?0

‘Yes.’0

Mazdari recited the spell with his Rotten Hand. It was time...0