Wesker waited nervously for the promised time. To accomplish their plan, it had been necessary to hand over the dragon hide to Piros. However, as their last meeting showed, there was not an ounce of trust between the two. Fear that Piros might just take the dragon hide and escape tormented Wesker. If it had been any other item, Wesker wouldn’t have worried so much about it and simply expressed anger and hate toward the robber. However, considering the value and rarity of the dragon hide, he was extremely worried about the item.

‘He’s really going to return it according to plan, right?’ Wesker spent more restless nights wondering about it. As a warrior with strong mana, he didn’t feel much fatigue just because he didn’t sleep a couple of nights, but the worry that kept him awake gave him tremendous stress.

The stress and wariness made him look visibly haggard that the Karuwiman priest working with him for the festival even asked, “Is there anything going on, sir?”

Of course, Wesker replied that nothing was going on. He couldn’t honestly tell the priest about the deal he made, and his arrogant personality didn’t want to admit that he was fretting...