The Pinnacle of Life

“What?” Alex and Agatha both jumped slightly.

“The warlock himself told you that? Could he still be alive?”

“Who is he then?”

Since Agatha’s mother was a citizen of the Witch Kingdom, she was familiar with some matters within the place. Despite this, she honestly had no idea who the warlock was.

Tiffany responded. “That’s because I received his legacy. I got every single thing and information on the Witch cult from that.”

Alex spoke up. “I think you should give up on that legacy. Whatever that Witch Curse is, it’s quite literally had. It harms and kills people, and it is born from pure evil… Oh, by the way, may I ask something? What kind of person were you before receiving the legacy?”

Tiffany huffed. “The Witch cult’s goal had always been to save every living being and help the Witch Kingdom rise back up to its glory. We would be able to chase the Undead away from this universe too.”

“The bloodthirsty and evil methods of the Witch cult are actually just one of our flaws. It’s all because of the current law power Within the universe. It’s no longer just as abundant as the ancient times. When the kingdom was in its best era, the Witch trait was everywhere, and now there’s only 0.0001 percent of it left…”

they would have to use other methods. The process is basically the same as long as they don’t stray too far from their

head, he naturally disagreed with her views, but they had to get back to the main

brief while when she was receiving the legacy. He told her that His current body was

with this warlock too. If we really were to revive him, the results

a brief pause, she continued. “But the Pantheon Tomb might

said, “I’ll go ask the

palace. As Alex’s consciousness returned to his body, he immediately went to look

Maiden was confused. “The warlock is in the Pantheon

mentioned that he brought you out of the Pantheon Tomb before. I’d like to ask…

Mystic Maiden shook her head. “I have no recollection of

was blank. It didn’t give out a single piece of information about you. And it was the smallest one. Everyone else’s grave had names, at the very least. Some even had their achievements carved

said, “I can’t remember anything at all, so it’s useless asking me now. It’s probably because my soul