Once everyone was inside the room, Wei'en returned to the Ronan. He appeared at the stern in a flash and calmly watched the five-masted sailing ship draw closer.
'The number of people... the Calamity Origin should be sufficient...'
On the white-and-gold ship, one thousand two hundred Holy Professionals stood in neat rows, all clad in pristine armor.
And at the prow, leaning on a two-handed greatsword, stood an elderly man with a solemn expression—he was none other than Huberto Watson, the Judgment Knight of the Dawn Church.
"Sir, he doesn't seem to be that Mutated Mage," a woman in a golden robe standing behind Huberto said doubtfully, looking at Wei'en, who had red hair and the face of Marco.
"It's him!" Huberto's deep-set eyes took on a golden sheen as he said coldly, "Wizards always resort to disgusting little tricks."
"Oh."
The woman stepped back, her curious eyes sizing up the figure. 'Magic?'
