When Claude opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the canopy swaying in the breeze, and the specks of light that shone through the gaps in the leaves of the umbrella.

The memories of "Ah......hhhhhh ”

He shook his head, but he couldn't shake off the cloudy feeling in his head, so he raised his hand to pat his head to clear himself up.

However, his hand did not touch his head, but passed directly through his head.

Stunned, he reached out to his hand and found that what was presented in front of him was not a human hand, but a pair of pale green hands with a little translucency.

"Here we go again......"

Claude sighed, looked back, and sure enough, saw 'himself' where he had just been lying.

That's his body.

At this time, Claude's body still had a pleasant expression on his face, and his hands were pillowed behind his head, lying on the soft lawn, looking like he was enjoying himself.

"I lost my body last time I was fighting, and if it weren't for that Franconian popping up, maybe my body would have been eaten by those candons."

Claude slowly lay back in the posture of his body, and after a long while, he reopened his eyes. That sense of spiritual fullness and the heaviness of being grasped by gravity made him realize that he was finally back in his body.

"The ghost disease is getting stricter and stricter, and it won't work if it goes on like this......" repeated several times with a clenched fist. Then he let go of his somewhat stiff body, and only then did Claude stand up and pat the blades of grass and dust on his body.

Although it is clear that he left Adric to avoid Francon, in reality it is not.

Presumably on the eve of Edric's summer vacation, Claude once overheard Sivi and Francon's conversation.

From their conversation, he realized how bad his situation was, and at the same time, he realized that Franken didn't actually mean to hurt him, but had been trying to help him with his treatment. It's just that it has almost no effect.

Furthermore. He also realized from the conversation between the two that this was not the first time Franken had begged Syvi for help over his situation. This made him feel moved and a little puzzled as to why the weird-looking Franconian was so kind to him.

It's just that the dean who saved Morag, who is incomparably great in the eyes of Claude, doesn't seem to have much to do, but he inadvertently divulges the word 'soul realm' during the conversation.

I don't quite understand what that means, though. But reading between the lines, Claude can still understand. Maybe there is a cure for his current situation in the so-called 'Soul Realm'.

Because I feel like I've been in trouble with Adric Academy too much. Claude, who was embarrassed to make another request, didn't say anything to the others, but just used the excuse to avoid Franken's harassment and embarked on a path to find the realm of souls alone.

Then he walked about a kilometer on that road. He was caught by Francon.

After that, Claude wants to continue the search on his own, but Franconia insists on not allowing it, and the battle of wits between father and son begins......

"Woke up?"

A sudden, emotionless voice startled Claude.

Then he realized that Franconia was sitting at a distance he did not want to be, looking at him with a blank gaze.

The instinct he had cultivated in the chase some time ago caused Claude to flip backwards and quickly distance himself from Franken.

To his surprise, however, Franconian did not pursue him.

He just stood up for a long time, patted the dust off his body, then twisted the screws, and said in a somewhat expectant voice, "Since you have woken up, then come with me." ”

"Hey, are you going back to the academy again......" Claude knew that he would definitely not be able to run away this time, but he didn't admit it, just stood with a nonchalant expression.

"No, I've found a ruin," Francon's words surprised him, "I need to team up." If you're lucky, you might be able to find a soul-related magic ......."

-Altar of Shadows---

"Oh, damn it!" In the middle of the altar, a figure cursed.

All but him and all the figures on this altar have vanished.

The Black Sheep's Horn believers themselves are not order-abiding beings, and it is normal for them to fly separately when disaster strikes.

Not long ago, a sentry reported the sudden appearance of a gargoyle that was clearly on duty.

Although the gargoyle has been beaten down, this is not a problem, the problem is that the gargoyle is still very new (although ugly)!

Since they were willing to throw valuable gargoyles in front of them as consumables for temptation, it means that an alchemist or magician of the level of Cheng Dù has his eyes on this place.

That was the conclusion of the figures.

So they all retreated as quickly as possible, leaving not even a trace of it.

"Those cowards! Now we haven't been sure that it's the Mage Guild that is eyeing us! Maybe it's just a young mage with a strong sense of justice? Actually frightened by this situation, are you embarrassed to call yourself a believer in the Black Goat! ”

The titular supreme commander yelled a little hysterically.

"No, not only that, even if I am really targeted by the Mage Association, I will carry out my beliefs!"

Well, while Kamiyu does have some talent, it's still a long way from being a so-called 'alchemist or magician of a comparable level', and it has nothing to do with the Mage Guild.

The only reason he would send gargoyles to investigate was because he didn't expect that those hooded believers who looked mysterious and crazy could actually release some weird magic, and Nima's weird magic could actually kill gargoyles with good demon resistance......

In fact, after confirming that the gargoyle, which was already expensive even for raw materials, had been killed, Kamiyu maintained a frustrated forward bend for quite a long time, commonly known as the OTZ maneuver.

"I'm so stupid, really. I knew that cultists could summon magic, but I didn't expect that there was such a ranged attack magic......"

Leaving Kamiyu's sad thoughts aside, at least their task of attracting the enemy's attention was perfectly accomplished. While the cultists were confused by the gargoyles, Anke had already crept into them and began to grope their way towards the core of the altar. (To be continued......)