When he noticed Charlie's gaze, Armand turned his head slightly and gently shook it at the young Duke. His eyes held no blame, only a tranquility born from a lifetime of experience.
'He'd been shocked by Murphy's drug use ten years ago; this was nothing. Besides, there's no shame in running away as long as you can survive. It was a philosophy his decades of experience had taught him.'
Ostun and the Gray Robe Wizard beside him exchanged a solemn look.
The Gray Robe Wizard spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear, "That sword is no ordinary Ancient Witchcraft Artifact. The rules it embodies... even I find them unsettling."
Ostun narrowed his eyes. "No wonder. So that's what happened to the Wizards sent to the Monte Territory. I thought it was some method left behind by the Enchanting Witch... No, wait. The Ancient Witchcraft Artifact *is* the method she left behind."
On the altar, after his initial shock, Pope Ete I's eyes suddenly blazed with ecstatic joy!
