The maze was built starting with the mother skeleton replenishing its magic.

Chapter 48 Aftermath

"You mean, one witch drove another witch into a rampage, causing her to continuously create monsters. Then, the witch and Frey's knights joined forces with you to fight off the monsters. Then, the King of the Labyrinth appeared with a large horde of monsters to help you fight off the monsters. Then, a powerful white-armored knight appeared and defeated the rampaging witch with a single sword strike. Finally, before leaving, the last witch revealed that her next plan was to open a portal and allow the God of Pain, Belzaha, to descend upon this continent?"

The guard repeatedly checked the summary of the events he was recording.

Then, looking up at the adventurer who had provided the information with a bewildered expression, he hesitated for a moment:

"Which bard told you this story? My child loves hearing these kinds of tales..."

"This isn't a story!" The adventurer clutched his head, looking utterly frustrated. "This is exactly what happened to us!"

"I see. You want to retire from being an adventurer and become a bard, right?"

"I already said it's true!"

These events are intriguing enough on their own, let alone when they are pieced together.

It would be strange enough for a single adventurer to say this, let alone all the adventurers present saying the same thing.

The guard in charge of recording started scratching his head.

Fortunately, Lilith approached at this moment, her face still showing signs of exhaustion from the battle, and said to the guard:

"Thank you for your hard work. I will personally report to the lord after the whole incident."

"May I ask who you are?" the guard asked politely.

"Lilith, a knight of the Church of Frey."

"Oh! Thank you so much!"

The guard wore a relieved smile.

It's best to leave professional tasks to professionals.

"Miss Lilith, are you alright?" Glenn came up and asked.

—He had been looking for the sword he had thrown.

"I'm fine."

Lilith smiled slightly at him, and only now did he realize that her dimples were quite cute when she smiled, though she had lost some of her previous heroic air.

She then thanked Glenn:

"Thank you for stepping up for me today; you saved me just now."

"Don't worry about it." Glenn waved his hand, his face full of concern. "About what the witch said before..."

Upon hearing this, Lilith could no longer laugh.

Both of them had gloomy faces.

After a long pause, the girl sighed.

"We have no way of knowing whether it is true or not, but those words will definitely cause quite a stir. Perhaps that is the witch's real purpose."

"I'd rather it was a witch's open scheme, after all..."

After all, if a demon god from Naraku were to descend, especially one who controls pain and despair, the world would be doomed.

Lilith sighed again.

"I will take this message back to headquarters and let the archbishop decide how to handle it."

Actually, what Glenn really wanted to ask wasn't these questions, but rather—what should be done about those who were killed by the witch?

In any case, the dead return to dust, their souls have already ascended to [Agard].

Even if their families are compensated, the dead cannot be brought back to life.

Imagine how much more effort Frey's followers put into dealing with the aftermath than they did with hunting witches.

"Don't worry about it." Lilith seemed to sense Glenn's concern and reached out to pat his shoulder. "It was all caused by the witch. We should be taking revenge on the witch."

Glenn paused, then asked:

"Is this also part of Frey's Church's rhetoric?"

Lilith smiled gently, offering no explanation.

Someone shouted from the side, "It's the Supreme King!" which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

At the entrance to the first level of the maze, surrounded by a group of guards, a kind-looking man dressed in a magnificent blue coat and wearing a red robe with the phoenix crest on his back walked in.

The High King of Enneman, Lord Byrondin, Victor Phoenix.

He was a respected leader with extremely high prestige throughout Enneman.

He always had a kind smile on his face, and he did everything himself, even small things like fighting bandits. He would personally take charge and be at the forefront.

Following Lord Victor is... Miss Anna?!

Why is she here too!

Glenn was pleasantly surprised.

Counting the days, it has been two weeks since they parted ways with Miss Anna, which is probably the longest they have been apart since they met.

Especially after this period of fantastical experiences, I miss her even more.

Anna followed her father with a serious expression, trying her best to suppress her excitement.

It's a maze!

An adventurer!

No, I can't laugh. This is a very serious occasion!

She curiously surveyed the first floor of the maze, an area her father usually forbade her to enter.

then.

She saw Glenn giving her a bright smile, and... a blonde girl holding a little girl with her hand on his shoulder.

Anna's eyebrows furrowed into a dark line.

"Miss Anna!"

Glenn smiled, waved, and jogged over.

Glenn wondered if Miss would be so excited to give him a hug after not seeing him for so long.

Just as he got close, Anna suddenly lowered her body and landed a perfect "lunge straight punch" on Glenn's stomach.

"puff--"

Glenn, struck hard, immediately clutched his stomach, spitting out saliva, and his body shrank into a ball.

"Miss..." Glenn looked up at her with an awkward smile.

"You've been having a good time lately, haven't you?" Anna said with a dark face, reaching out to grab Glenn's ear. "You've left me alone at home traveling around."

"Miss, I'm risking my life to cultivate for your sake... By the way, why are you holding a [Fireball] spell in your hand?"

"Of course, it's to see how much you've improved lately."

Anna looked at him with a smile, her face full of innocence.

Okay, that's terrifying!

Glenn.

Viktor's voice came from behind Anna, and the two who had been flirting immediately stopped.

Anna obediently straightened her clothes and stood behind Victor.

Glenn immediately knelt on one knee and lowered his head.

"I heard from the adventurers that you acted very bravely in the battle against the witch."

Viktor spoke slowly and softly, but every word was clearly audible. He had a smile on his face and seemed quite satisfied with Glenn's performance.

"I am deeply humbled," Glenn said respectfully, his head bowed.

"Anna told me you're honing your skills as an adventurer?"

"Yes."

"She's been complaining to me a lot lately."

"What did Miss say?"

The Southern King cleared his throat, then mimicked his daughter's tone: "Father! Glenn has betrayed us! Send men to capture him so I can give him a good beating!"

"?"

Glenn looked up at Anna, who was standing behind Viktor. Just then, the girl turned her head to the side, put her hands behind her back, and kicked at the rocks.

"As the head of the Phoenix family, I agree with your decision."

"Thank you, Lord Victor." Glenn bowed his head again. "Glenn Edmund swears to serve the Phoenix family to the death."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere began to become a little awkward.

Glenn looked up and saw that Victor's expression, which had initially been one of surprise, gradually turned grim.

Behind him, Anna waved anxiously at him, seemingly telling him to shut up.

"What...do you call yourself?"

The gentle tone vanished, and Victor spoke slowly, causing the pressure around him to increase sharply.

Both the guards and the adventurers were struggling to breathe.

Glenn was pressed down so hard that he was lying face down on the ground.

"Father! Don't blame him! I'm the one who gave Glenn that name! I just forgot to tell you!"

Fortunately, Anna stepped forward and affectionately hugged Viktor's arm, which calmed him down a bit as he was on the verge of losing his temper.

The King of the South frowned and turned to look at his daughter: "This is utter nonsense, don't you know..."

"I know everything!" Anna said sweetly. "Even Lord Stansor agrees that Glenn is my 'Edmund'."

"Lord Stansor agrees?"

Viktor was somewhat surprised, but his expression was more complex.

"You'll kill him by doing this," Victor sighed, waving his hand. "Men, take Glenn back and lock him in the cellar... observe him for a few days."

"Father!"

"Please calm down." Lilith, who was standing nearby, also stepped forward to plead for Glenn, "Glenn is the biggest contributor to this incident, you..."

Victor waved his hand, interrupting Lilith, his face expressionless:

"Frei's Knight, your duty is to report the whole incident to me. The rest is our family matter and you don't need to worry about it."

Two guards, one on each side, supported Glenn's arms and led him out of the maze.

Anna hurriedly followed and ran out.

The adventurers, having caught their breath, paid their respects to Victor and then left the labyrinth.

Lilith left with Victor, and the remaining guards temporarily sealed off the entrance to the Starfall Labyrinth to prevent any potential repercussions.

Throughout the entire process, Harvey simply watched quietly from the sidelines, his heart already numb.

Lena is dead, and he has no heart to distinguish right from wrong.

Now, only three things sustain Harvey's spirit.

First, kill the witch to avenge his sister.

Secondly, we should beg that sage; perhaps there is still a chance to revive Reina.

Third, atonement.

Whether it was people he killed or people Reina killed.

He knew that even death could not atone for his sins.

But he still had unfinished business, and his life no longer belonged to him, but to the one who resurrected him.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Mr. Lance, you're back."

Angelica, riding on the subterranean wolf, slowly approached, tilting her head as she looked at Lance emerging from the portal: "Did you win?"

Lance's thoughts were interrupted as he glanced at the underground wolf beneath the other.

It was panting with its tongue lolling out like a husky, it was so stupid.

"I guess you could say we won," Lance replied.

"That sounds like a stretch," Angelica said with a grin.

laugh?

"Angelica, you asked me, 'Who did you fight this time?'"

"Who did you fight with this time?"

"It's a shame you didn't go to Beelzaha's Witch."

Angelica was so surprised that she fell off the underground wolf and sat down on the ground. She looked up at Lance, her stunned voice trailing off.

"Eh————"