“…What fearsome bloodlust. It’s really not good for my heart to clash with you personally.” Still, Ultel didn’t doubt his victory at all.

“This encounter made me become certain of one more thing. You are too dangerous. Every time I regress from now on, I’m going to start by killing you first.”

“It’s pointless to plan a future like that. There’s no chance of you regressing again, so don’t think of such complications!” 

Light shone from Estellade. 

Baam! The light dulled and a semi-transparent white wall faded, but that was only the start. Soon, a myriad of lights filled up the space. 

Bam! Bam! Bam! Babam! The numerous plates of food on top of the table shattered into pieces as Estellade’s light and Ultel’s holy light clashed. Delicious-looking food turned to dirty trash and littered the ground, together with the table’s remains.

Bam! Estellade’s light exploded again, and Ultel raised his staff and counterattacked. Ultel displayed splendid skills that didn’t embarrass the title of the Bellid pope. Most skilled fighters would have been one-sidedly and mercilessly pounded into dust by his immense holy magic. Yet, his opponent was Zich. No matter how sturdy Ultel’s walls were or how dangerous his attacks...