Ghislain wasn’t manipulating Gascot out of some twisted amusement. He had a reason.

‘Damn, I need to catch my breath.’

By creating a virtual mana core, he had pushed Astion’s body beyond its natural limits. Naturally, that put a strain on him. He had already taken down more than half of the enemies, but plenty remained.

Even the knights of Fenris had struggled, working together to capture high-ranking priests of the Salvation Order. The opponents present now were fewer in number but slightly superior in level. Fighting against such adversaries was rapidly draining even someone like Ghislain.

‘Well, I expected as much…’

He was confident he could win even in a straightforward battle, but if there was an easier way, why waste unnecessary effort?

Revealing dark magic was bound to provoke a strong reaction. As expected, Gascot erupted in fury, desperately trying to prove his so-called innocence.