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"You were of humble origins, weren\'t you? A slave?"

Garten\'s mouth suddenly stopped, and the corners of his mouth trembled.

It was so sudden, so painful, so horrible, and so frightening that he couldn\'t even utter a word of denial.

"Even if you kill me, a member of the royal family, your past as a slave will not disappear."

"No! I\'m not a slave!"

"Yeah, no. Not now."

Carl spoke with confidence at Garten\'s sensitive reaction.

"But since you are revealing your own miserable and sordid past, you still consider yourself a slave."

Garten\'s lips, now pale, trembled and then stopped. He looked down at Carl with both hands hanging down.

Through the drawn hood and long black hair, something that was clearly not human looked down at Carl.

"Since you don\'t deny it, I guess you\'ve come to know it yourself now. So, is this all going according to your intentions?"

Carl threw away his previous appearance, speaking with a new voice and a new attitude. Then Garten calmly added something he couldn\'t stand.

"Didn\'t your slave parents teach you properly? That it was your duty to obey."

The air seemed to harden.

Not only the heart, but the most fragile part of the mind hidden deep down, the essence and foundation that was the beginning of all of Garten\'s actions, was pierced in an instant.

Only then did Garten realize that he had been played by Carl.

Carl came even though he knew that Ishul was a trap, and Garten accurately identified him with an incomprehensible cognitive ability, waiting until the perfect timing to strike.

That\'s how he stalled for time.

Garten had been watching everything.

From the moment Carl entered the Palton Territory, he watched his every move with undivided concentration. But since he couldn\'t hear the sound, he couldn\'t tell what Carl was talking about, so he just played around like an idiot.

"You...!"

Garten spoke, trembling with anger and shame.

Carl had stalled for time. Why?

"Those bastards of Duren...!"

The moment Garten turned his mind away from Carl, he saw people passing through the outer walls of Ishul and entering the outer courtyard.

Although they were covered in robes, the silver staffs in their hands were unmistakable.

Sisterhood of Duren!

Garten was so engrossed in the conversation with Carl that he allowed the intrusion without even being able to restrain himself.

"Is this all your plan? Slave."

Carl spoke with a leisurely smile. At that moment, a flash of light appeared in Garten\'s pitch-black eyes.

"I am not a slave!"

A tidal wave of sound spread through the inner courtyard as darkness descended along with Garten\'s shouts.

No, a tsunami.

It was a real tsunami. In the darkness, countless things rushed about like waves.

The moon, rising above the castle walls, tilted its head to look into the courtyard, its light spreading and illuminating the darkness.

"omg!"

The soldiers gasped in horror.

Those things, shining in the moonlight, appeared at first to be pebbles or glass beads. But upon closer inspection, they realized they were countless eyeballs.

"I am the Prophet Garten! I am the one who will lead this world into a new era of equality and freedom!"

Garten\'s voice echoed with a manic intensity, resonating through the courtyard.

The eyeballs, seemingly alive, began to swarm and move as if under his command.

The sight was nightmarish, each eyeball pulsating with a life of its own, reflecting the madness of the prophet.

"Prepare for battle! Protect the formation!" Carl shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos.

The soldiers braced themselves, forming a tighter square, their weapons at the ready.

The air was thick with tension, the silence now replaced by the unnerving rustling of countless eyeballs.

Deep in the black eyes that are not human.

There, something other than Garten was quietly looking at Carl.

"hmm…!"

Carl staggers and hits the ground with his spear.

His vision became blurry and he felt dizzy.

And the terrible pain of having both eyes burn.

"Jaren!"

Bam!

At Carl shout, Jaren leaps forward with full force and aims for Garten.

The Master\'s symbol, the shining Mana Blade, cuts through the darkness…

"Ugh!"

Jaren\'s new form suddenly staggers in the air, and the mana blades blink uneasily.

Kwaaaa!

A tidal wave of eyes suddenly rises and strikes Jaren, who is unable to react.

Kwaaaaang!

As Jaren\'s eyeball crashes into the inner wall with all its might, the ground shakes.

It looks like Master Jaren was hit without even being able to do anything.

Woohoo!

But when the vibrations stop, a sound is heard from beyond the eyeballs pressing against the wall.

Quagagagagagak!

There is a flash of light.

Horizontally, vertically, diagonally.

The mana blades spin fiercely in all directions, mercilessly grinding down everything they touch, and an unholy fog rises thickly.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Beyond the mist formed by the pulverized eyeballs and evaporated liquid, Jaren\'s figure is seen, touching the ground with his halberd.

"He\'s using some strange tricks!"

Jaren warned loudly.

But Carl knew it very well, even without him having to warn him.

Crunch.

"Lord Carl!"

Carl stumbles and the sound of armor creaking is heard.

Milton rushes through the soldiers and supports Carl.

Karl\'s head falls, and blood pours out through the gap in his visor.

… He can\'t see with his eyes.

"Seeing is the most primal magic that humans can perform."

Garten\'s voice rings out through the sound of rippling eyes.

"Because it is the most primitive, it is the most powerful curse."

Light flashes from Garten\'s two eyes, and the countless rippling eyeballs suddenly stop.

Even though he couldn\'t see it, Carl could feel it.

Thousands, tens of thousands of eyes, all looking at him.

"You look very, good."

The moment Garten, who had been speaking in a halting manner as if spitting out something, narrowed his eyes…

Kwaaaaang!

Boom! Kook! Choohoo!

The impact spreads with a loud noise.

The broken inner gate that had been flying over the heads of the Laurel Unit crashed into the ground, scraping the ground and slipping, crushing the eyeballs spread on the ground.

"Thank goodness I arrived on time."

Carl sensed a hint of madness in the soft woman\'s voice.

Karl\'s judgment was correct.

He was not wrong.

He wasted no time trying to push himself to the limit.

He waited until just before Garten made his move, and even after facing Garten, he wasted time by engaging in useless conversation.

Harmon accomplished his mission admirably.

Garten was unable to leave Isuhl, and the Sisterhood of Düren arrived in time to provide reinforcements.

"The guy is casting a spell by looking at it. Be careful with your gaze."

At Carl\'s warning, the leader of the Sisterhood of Duren, Lyanna, moves her lips slowly.

"That\'s heresy."

Carl don\'t really want to associate with those famous lunatics, but it\'s nice to have them on his side at times like this.

Carl looked at Garten with his eyes restored by Milton\'s treatment, his gaze leaving his.

Through the blood-stained vision, Garten\'s distorted face is seen surveying the situation.

Things have changed.

Now Garten will know who was trapped.

He is truly weak and clumsy, unbecoming of that great power.