Chapter 76.2

Crack!

Malecia broke the neck of the black magician who was trying to make excuses, tossed aside the corpse, and stared around. Then, he approached the black magician who had sand dust on his clothes just like his dead mate.

"No! Not me!"

Malecia grabbed and shut his mouth blocking all excuses. Then, he grabbed his shoulder and pushed hard to snap his neck.

"You bastard! What are you doing?! The old man roared and glared at Malecia, but the latter simply looked down at the spectators with cold eyes.

"Ninety precious soldiers died in order to protect these insects. Don't disappoint me any further.

You dare! Youre nothing but a powerless swordsman insect. What?! Don't let you down? You think you can say whatever you want just because you have that persons favor?!"

Malecia closed his eyes for a moment then opened them. He spoke in a low voice, "Didnt I tell you not to let me down?"

A black magician, seated on the ground, stood up and shouted. "Ha, so? What are you going to do about it?"

At his cry, other black magicians rose from their seats and joined in.

"You bastard! You definitely must be crazy to dare kill a magician!"

"He just wants to die!"

Malecia laughed at the fact that these black magicians, who would not have dared to make eye contact if it were one-on-one, were shouting angrily with glaring eyes.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore. I'm leaving."

The black magicians flinched at Malecias words.

Right now, the Saintess and paladins, the natural enemies of the black magicians, were just around the corner. So if Malecia didnt protect during the ceremony, they had no idea of knowing just how many of them would die.

Malecia turned and was walking away when an old man guarding the altar caught him.

"Carnelian, yes, did you find the carnelian crystal?!"

Malecia stopped walking at the old mans shout.

"No."

Malecia's answer brightened the black magicians complexion. This was a justification for holding back Malecia.

The old man said in a bright voice, "Then this place! So"

Before the old man finished speaking, Malecia cut him off without so much as a backward glance. Go talk to that person about this.

With that, he left the room.

-o-

Hillis gathered the paladins and began the meeting. The topic was, of course, what to do about the black magicians who seemed to have occupied the Holy Land.

"We have to charge in right now! How can we allow the Holy Land to be occupied by the dirty black magicians!"

At the words of one paladin, another shook his head.

"No, I understand that sentiment, but the first thing to think about now is Miss Saintesss safety. If we charge in, who will protect Miss Saintess?"

Another paladin spoke as he folded his arms, "We can do it if we leave a section to protect Miss Saintess while the rest attack."

The paladins turned noisy.

"Quiet! We are in the presence of the Saintess!" Albatoss roared.

The paladins shut their mouths and looked at Hillis. This was because, despite all this chattering, Hilliss decision would determine their course of action.

While contemplating, Hillis glanced over at Lancelots party and asked, "What do you all think?"

The paladins opinions were all predictable anyway. Therefore, it would not be a bad idea to listen to the opinions of people with a different perspective.

"Well, I dont know. I've never learnt military strategies or tactics, Leisha said.

"It's okay. I just want to hear the opinions from those outside of the temple." Hillis smiled playfully. In the first place, it was not a question of how to fight, but a question of whether to fight. It wouldnt be too late to consider strategies after.

"May I say something, then? Your Highness, Saintess."

Hillis nodded at Mac's words. "Of course."

"If you decide to attack, I'd like to move separately.

"Yes?" Hillis didn't understand just who he wanted to move separately.

Knowing that his explanation was probably lacking, Mac explained further. "So what I mean is that I'd like for Miss Saintesss party and us to attack from different directions.

Having gotten the point now, Hillis shook her head. "No, this is our work. We can't put you in danger because of our situation." She was already feeling bad about getting them involved with the black magicians previously, so she definitely didnt want to make them do this.

But Mac put on a sly smile. "No, aren't we already in the same boat? Let's just go together." He couldn't miss out on such a fun opportunity. In particular, he wanted to fight against Malecia again, the so-called Mercenary King. He was annoyed when they fought, but on second thought, he thought it seemed fun.

It was shallow, but even in the Crow Tribe village, there were only a few who could last that long against Mac.

"How about Sir Diplomat? Don't you want to fight?

"I don't really"

Mac put his arms around Lancelots shoulder and cut him off from saying that he didnt want to.

"Hey, Sir Diplomat says he wants to fight too.

"Nuoo!" Lancelot denied it but couldn't get the words out properly because his cheeks were b