I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

"How many successors are there?" he asked.

“I don’t know.” Vigo shook his head. “Only a few people at the very heart of the church know this number, but what is certain is that you are not the only one.”

"What are the contents of the trial?"

"I don't know either, but one thing is certain: of all the successors who participate in the trial, only one will remain in the end."

"That means all the other successors must die."

Vigo said those words very softly and calmly.

"The Fool's power will be distributed among all his successors. Only by killing all his competitors can one obtain the Fool's full power."

"This is the trial."

Lynn's surging excitement was instantly extinguished.

Fighting against other successors chosen by the kingdom's will.

Those people are most likely not ordinary individuals.

The successors who can be considered fools are all unlikely to be easy to deal with.

"What about the capabilities of the other successors?"

“I don’t know,” Vigo said, “but since he’s chosen by the kingdom’s will, do you think he’d be weak?”

Linn was silent.

Anna's face appeared in his mind.

The woman who delivered milk and bread to him in the alley of Windbreak City.

The saintess whose world was as dark as ink, yet she still smiled gently.

The man who, without hesitation, used his own life to seal the gates of hell atop Mount Nikolay.

The flames were slowly consuming her.

And what is he hesitating about here?

"I go."

Vigo did not speak.

He just sat there silently, moonlight streaming in through the window, casting deep shadows on his thin face.

A long time passed, so long that Lynn thought he would never speak again.

Vigo stood up.

He didn't look at Lynn, but turned to the window, his back to him.

The moonlight stretched his shadow long and thin, falling on the floor of the room like a shadow slowly fading away.

"If you don't want to go, you don't have to go."

His voice was very soft, so soft that it was almost blown away by the occasional night breeze passing by the window.

"It's not just me."

"Even if Anna herself knew... she wouldn't want to see it, because saving her means you're going to your death."

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Grimmund

“If I don’t go, where else can I go?” Lynn suddenly smiled. “Don’t forget, I am also one of the successors.”

"Even if I don't go looking for trouble, trouble will come looking for me. The Fool's power is scattered among all his successors. Only by killing all his competitors can he obtain all the power, right?"

Lynn stared at Vigo's retreating figure and said, word by word.

Do you think the church or the royal family would allow me to wander around outside unscathed?

“As long as I live, the Fool’s power is not complete, and as long as the Fool’s legacy is not settled, those who are high above will not be at ease.”

"So even if I refuse today, tomorrow or the day after, other assassins and killers will come to my door under other pretexts until I die."

"This trial began the moment I was chosen by the Kingdom's will, and I had no option to withdraw."

Vigo remained silent, seemingly pondering the logic behind Lynn's words.

After a long while, he slowly shook his head.

No, you have another option.

"As long as you leave the Kingdom of Orentia and go to other countries, the kingdom's will will automatically release you, and you will no longer be the successor."

"The Fool's legacy is limited to the Kingdom of Orentia."

Lynn was stunned.

He blinked, almost thinking he had misheard.

"what?"

Can you do this?

It's like a battle royale game where you're forced to participate, and halfway through, the system tells you that you can actually quit and withdraw from the game.

"Good heavens..."

Lynn didn't know what to say for a moment.

He had imagined countless scenarios of being forced into a corner, but he never expected such a simple and brutal exit mechanism.

Leaving this kingdom will free you from all of this.

You don't have to face competitors whose abilities you don't know, you don't have to dance on the edge of a knife, and you don't have to gamble your life on a vague and uncertain trial.

He could easily fly away and go anywhere else.

With his current abilities, he could live well anywhere.

but……

What should Anna do?

That gentle face reappeared in Lynn's mind.

He took a deep breath, and the confusion and astonishment in his eyes were gradually replaced by a look of determination.

"I still want to go."

"Why?" Vigo finally turned around, his dark eyes revealing an incomprehensible confusion.

“Because I’m confident.” Lynn grinned. “How do you know I’m bound to lose?”

Level 30.

This level might be insignificant in the eyes of true powerhouses.

But who would have thought that a level 30 warlock could summon a level 79 temple guard?

These successors may be exceptionally gifted or possess extraordinary skills.

But Lynn didn't believe that any of them could possess such an outrageous and unreasonable "cheat code" as he did.

The temple guards were his greatest source of confidence.

A level 79 fighter is enough to sweep away the vast majority of enemies.

To others, this trial was a near-death experience.

But in Lynn's view, this might be the only shortcut for him to rise to the top and completely change his fate.

Risks and opportunities coexist.

He took the gamble.

For Anna, and for himself.

Seeing the genuine confidence in Lynn's eyes, Vigo fell silent.

He knew Lynn's methods; a Siren of level 60 might actually make him stand out among his successors.

"Since you've made up your mind..."

Vigo stopped trying to persuade him.

He took out a plain black badge from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Take this to the Royal City Church tomorrow morning."

"You don't need to find anyone. Just stand at the door and someone will come and take you to see Greymond."

Lynn stepped forward and took the badge in his hand.

"that's it?"

"that's it."

Vigo nodded, and his figure began to become ethereal, as if merging into the shadows of the room.

I'll wait for your message.

"If...you succeed, we can go together to bring Anna back."

"otherwise......"

Vigo disappeared from the room without saying the rest of his sentence, as if he had never been there.

In the room, only Lynn remained, looking down at the black badge in his hand, silent for a long time.

After a long while, he let out a long breath.

"Damn it, it's like going to the execution ground."

He put the badge away, took off his coat, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

I wasn't sleepy at all.

Tomorrow, he will face the church's leaders and participate in a trial that will determine his life or death.

He must adjust his condition to be at its best.

……

The next morning.

Lynn opened his eyes on time; a night of meditation had left him feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

He got up, quickly washed up, changed into clean clothes, and then went downstairs.

The innkeeper had already prepared breakfast: a few slices of toasted bread and a bowl of steaming oatmeal porridge.

Lynn quietly finished his breakfast and led the unicorn out of the stable.

The royal city was beginning to awaken in the early morning.

Shops along the street opened one after another, and patrolling guards marched past him in orderly steps.

Everything seemed so peaceful, yet full of life.

Lynn walked through this bustling city, yet felt like an outsider.

His destination was, naturally, the Royal City Church.

Unlike the silence of last night, the church doors were already open this morning.

The simply dressed believers were entering the church in a steady stream, preparing to attend the morning prayers.

Lynn led the unicorn against the flow of people to the huge archway.

Two Templar Knights, clad in silver armor and wielding halberds, stood at the entrance.

Their gazes were sharp as eagles, scanning everyone who entered the church.

When Lynn appeared leading his magnificent unicorn, the two knights' eyes were immediately fixed on him.

One of the knights stepped forward, stretched out his arm, and blocked his way.

"This is a church; riding horses is not allowed inside."

The knight's voice was cold and devoid of emotion.

Lynn stopped in his tracks. He didn't look at the knight, but instead took out the black badge from his pocket.