The Author's POV

The Fallen Angel, Wing? Whatever the guild's name was―it was the same as the Demon Hunter Guild in terms of layout. I felt at home the moment that I entered the guild, baffling Edward.

In the lower grounds of the Guild.

"Wake up, you've had enough sleep."

I pressed my hand against Octavious's head and channeled my mana into him. He was currently bound on a chair opposite me, and his body jerked the moment my mana entered his body.

"Huh? …w,where am I?"

He looked around in confusion before his eyes settled over me.

"It's you."

Somehow he was able to recognize me in an instant.

That was a good start.

"Yes, it's me… Whatever that means, and if possible, I'd like it if you calmed down a little."

I wouldn't want him to pass out again.

"Your head should be a little clearer. You should be able to think for yourself for once…"

While I didn't know much, from what I was able to figure out regarding the power that was circulating within Octavius's system was that it was slowly consuming his emotions and essentially turning him into some form of emotionless warrior.

Sort of like a robot with diluted emotions.

I looked at him and reassured.

"If you're worried about suffering a potential backlash, don't be. With me here, nothing will happen to you. I've also already caught a glimpse of your memories, and have an understanding of what happened, but…"

I paused.

"…There's still some things that I'm unclear about and hence why I'm currently with you."

Silence filtered across the room following my words, and I continued to gaze at Octavious who was similarly looking back at me.

While I wasn't capable of reading his mind, I didn't need to. His face said it all.

"You've done a lot of fucked up shit under the influence of the power you wielded. I'm not sure how bad since the only one who knows this best is you… but that's not what I care about at the moment. What I care about at the moment is figuring out who was it that made you the way that you were and what was the purpose behind giving you the power."

It wasn't clear to me before, but it was clear to me now.

If I wanted to get back to my own world, I had to figure out who the one controlling everything from the shadows was.

'Once I figure out who it is that is responsible for all of this, I'll finally be able to get back. I'm sure of it."

I looked at Octavious. He was the key to helping me determine who was responsible for everything.

"Cough… Cough…"

quite injured from our earlier conflict, but I didn't care.

are

he posed wasn't what I wanted to hear and

for now. Answer my question first. Who is the one behind you, and why did you

"I…"

opened his mouth

"…I don't know."

lying from how helpless he

know? What don't you know? Who is the one behind the matter, or what the purpose behind your

is

answered after a short struggle

say you have seen my memories… you should know that he's never shown himself to me. Even while I was under his power, I never got to

the

the sentence

the things that stood out the most in his

of the Seat of Diligence… sounds eerily similar to one of the seven

My brows furrowed.

'It couldn't be right?'

don't know who this protector is, but you should at least be aware of what his purpose in giving you power was, right? Can't you tell

"That…"

flashed with complex emotions.

remember much. However, from what I recall, my mission was simple. That is to make sure that I stood at the top of the

My brow raised.

"That's it?"

"Yes."

Octavious nodded his head.

"That's it."

He added.

It was to remain at the top of the world,

bit my shirt and pondered before

this the reason why you had the three Grandmasters imprisoned and sentenced

closest to reaching the next level, and I was ordered to eliminate

time you've

"It's not."

and

that show particularly strong talent. My job is

"I see…"

'It's as I suspected.'

back at my world, and

like their deaths had nothing to do with the

it, the one responsible for their death

because things were moving at a

"ha ha."

suddenly found myself laughing, catching Octavious

"Is there something funny?"

me. I suddenly

as an

just as bad as the one I belong to if one looks carefully. While not many people are aware, they're merely a bunch