That evening, the Karuwimans decided to stay the night at the Bellid temple. Even the sturdy Karuwiman followers couldn’t escape the fatigue of battle and needed rest. In addition, the people who had been imprisoned to be Bellid’s sacrifices needed treatment.

Since there were many priests and the Karuwimans usually manufactured a large amount of potions, most of the soldiers were fully cured; however, they couldn’t do much for those whose limbs were completely severed. If they still had their severed parts, full recovery was possible, but a fierce battle had taken place above a lake so it was difficult for people to collect their body parts.

However, they received fewer losses than they had expected, and the faces of all the Karuwiman followers were bright. Zich and his companions each got a room; they were all quite big and fancy, and the room’s allocation clearly showed what the Karuwimans thought about Zich and his companions.

Tired from the battle, Hans and Snoc went to sleep early and were snoring; but Zich was awake. He placed the urn filled with the ashes of the boy, his family, and his neighbors in front of him and stared at it.

‘Wasn’t it a rather satisfying revenge?’

Zich had done all kinds of revenge and trickeries before, but this one was more thorough and polished than usual. His plan wasn’t that detailed; it was actually on the simpler...