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…"

he was still quite injured from

how are you so

wasn't what I

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

"I…"

opened his mouth before lowering

"…I don't know."

he wasn't lying from how

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

know who is the one behind

short struggle

he's never shown himself to me. Even while I was under his power, I never got to catch a glimpse of

of the

finished the sentence for

that stood out the most in his

of the Seat of Diligence… sounds eerily similar

My brows furrowed.

'It couldn't be right?'

you in the fact that you 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 me what he's ordered you to do over the

"That…"

complex emotions. Organizing

recall, my mission was simple. That

My brow raised.

"That's it?"

"Yes."

Octavious nodded his head.

"That's it."

He added.

was to remain at the top of the world, and eliminate anyone that

my shirt and pondered before

why you had the three Grandmasters imprisoned

too powerful. They were the closest to reaching the next level, and I was ordered to eliminate

not the first time

"It's not."

head, and

tasked with keeping watch on those that show particularly strong talent. My

"I see…"

'It's as I suspected.'

things started to make sense. Thinking back at my world, and recalling

like their deaths had nothing

of it, the one responsible for their death was probably

they were killed so early was because things were moving at

"ha ha."

myself

"Is there something funny?"

Don't mind me. I

covered my face as an absurd thought crossed

if one looks carefully. While not many people are aware, they're merely a bunch of sheep inside of a