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When Aiwass saw his wheelchair being grabbed by Gryphon Philip, he thought Mr. Philip was about to fly a kite.

——He was that kite.

He had to try hard to hold onto the wheelchair, in order to not be thrown off.

Whether as a Priest or a Demon Scholar, both were professions with little enhancement to physical fitness. Fortunately, Aiwass's own physical condition was not too bad; he most likely wouldn't fall off halfway and become like a bomb dropped from a bomber...

Only after taking off did Aiwass realize... Mr. Philip was steadier than he had imagined.

During the sprint phase, Aiwass hadn't felt any air resistance at all. It wasn't until the Gryphon quickly reached the vicinity of the destination and began to slow down that Aiwass started to feel the pressure. Even so, Philip was still distracted, maintaining Aiwass's stability.

Looking down from above, Aiwass immediately knew where the troubled area was.

Within about two streets from the Red Queen District Inspection Bureau, not even a single pedestrian could be seen.

People had subconsciously chosen to take a detour, leaving an empty circle. Likewise, because no one approached them, no one noticed those mysterious robed individuals in red whose appearances alone were disturbing.

"It's an exorcism ritual."

The Guardian squinted slightly, "They dispersed everyone who might have seen them, stealthily approaching in this manner."

To drive away everyone who might see oneself——this could undoubtedly be considered a form of stealth.

At least it was more gentle than killing everyone who saw them.

"Drop Aiwass and Lily down, Philip,"

the Guardian ordered, "Place them a bit further away, then come and help me. Once I clear the people inside, let them come over to heal."

"No problem."

His Gryphon companion said in a deep voice.

"We can also fight,"

interjected Aiwass, "Ordinary Demon Scholars can't beat us."

"Fine."

The Guardian didn't say any nonsense like "Are you sure?" "Better not" "How many can you handle?"

Since Aiwass had said he could handle it, he simply chose to trust him, "Then drop them at the back door—both of you, remember to enter the Bureau from the back door and take control of the scene before treating the others."

He was straightforward, without hesitation.

After giving the order, he spread his arms wide and jumped off the back of the Gryphon.

His arms outspread, like a cross, resembling an eagle swooping down on its prey.

Just at that moment, the Giant who had just given the order.

The sky suddenly darkened.

As a more violent hurricane arose, the robed figures staggered.

A bolt of thunder crashed down——

Immediately after, a black and white storm expanded swiftly from the strike point, engulfing the surroundings.

In just an instant, half of the gathered Demon Scholars were cut at the waist or beheaded.

The Guardian slowly stopped spinning, his dual blades flicking slightly, casting two traces of blood on the ground.

He looked towards the leading Giant, his pupils constricting.

George's brow furrowed slightly, and his hand gripping the blades tightened, "Wolfram... so the leader of the Noble Red is you?"

"Long time no see, George. How have you been?"

The leading Giant didn't pay any mind to the dead Demon Scholars in red robes.

He just turned his head, those eyes calm as a lake, looking at the Guardian, "Haven't seen you in years, and you've become the Grand Guardian, huh? I'm surprised... I thought you were dead."

"It's been over a decade, Wolfram."

The Guardian watched the Giant, his gaze complex, "Time is pressing, so let's skip the pleasantries.

"...Now tell me, how did you get in?"

If a Transcendent of the fifth Energy Level were to sneak into Glass Island, they would definitely be noticed by the Grand Justice. Then the Eye of Avalon, controlled by the Guardian, would track them to confirm the target, and the strongest among Avalon, Meg, would be dispatched to make contact—that was the standard protocol.

The composition of this barrier was simple, but because it was so simple, it was also unavoidable.

According to the laws of Avalon, all Transcendents of the fifth Energy Level were not allowed into Glass Island. If entry was necessary, they had to report and be approved—those who entered without approval would trigger the law and be sensed by the Grand Justice.

Although the Guardian didn't know the Giant's level, it should be the fifth Energy Level.

——After all, four hundred years ago, Wolfram was already a Berserker of the fourth Energy Level. But after Strength turned into Authority, his profession dropped by half a rank, becoming a "Bound One."

But precisely because of this, the originally mad and easily irrational Giants had relied on the "Bound One" to suppress their minds and had thus gained rationality.

"What do you guess?"

Wolfram said with a smile, "After all, it's the technology you humans gave me."

"Star Antimony people?" the Guardian pressed.

"I didn't say anything."

The Giant said.

"You might as well talk about it."

The Guardian narrowed his eyes, his tone calm, "Consider it recompense for the humiliation you've brought me."

The first time he met Wolfram, this silent Giant was confined to a sealed room.

Back then, the Guardian was still young. He was not yet thirty years old and hadn't inherited the position of Guardian. He was simply a retired Sky Cavalry who had taken over the duties of the Director of the Supervisory Bureau. Along with another secret duty—guarding "Prince Wolfram."

At that time, Wolfram's body was pierced with over three hundred giant silver nails inscribed with legal articles, the largest ones transfixing his spine. The reason he survived was simple... because Wolfram was among the few Giants who had chosen to surrender after defeat, and his status was not low—he held many secrets.

He was the direct offspring of the Giant King.

In human terms, that would be a prince—although the youngest of the princes.

As a pureblooded Giant, he of course also ate humans. Aside from humans, Elves, Dwarves, Lizardfolk were all on his menu. He had even consumed a Dragon, and Wolfram's favorite dish was Elf maidens under fifty years old.

Lancelot I had wanted to execute him publicly, yet Merlin thought he could still be useful, and so he was spared. After that, Wolfram traded the treasures of the Giant Dynasty in exchange for a promise not to be tortured for information. Almost every year he would spit out some useful intelligence, and because he was well-behaved most of the time, he was sealed and imprisoned for over four hundred years.

The lifespan of Giants, similar to that of Elves, is only around five or six hundred years.

After over four hundred years of captivity, Wolfram had aged from a youth to an elderly man.

—At the time, the Guardian had only assumed the role of director of the Supervisory Bureau for three years when Wolfram escaped from his jurisdiction.

He had somehow broken the seal and burst out on his own. In the ensuing pursuit, Wolfram suddenly vanished.

This was the greatest mistake George had made in his life to this day.

Strictly speaking, the incident should have had nothing to do with him… but it was still his responsibility. He had let the most important prisoner escape and even lost track of him.

If it hadn't been for Her Majesty's forgiveness, there probably wouldn't be a Guardian George today.

He was likely already fourteen or fifteen years old now.

Seeing Wolfram again, the Guardian felt the blood that had been calm for many years boiling once more.

The shame, guilt, and rage of the past surged back into his heart—George then realized that he hadn't forgotten the incident as he had thought.

Without hesitation, he charged at Wolfram.

However, Wolfram merely smiled at him, his eyes full of pity.

The Guardian was on full alert, focusing every ounce of his being—

—but the very next moment, he charged right through Wolfram's body and stumbled.

As if the other was merely an illusion, and he passed right through him.

…How is that possible?

Didn't he just throw Director Taya back?

The Guardian subtly touched the Eye of Avalon at his chest.

He quickly glanced at the spot beside him and was instantly stunned.

—Beside him, there were no Giants.

Only those in red robes.

And the two Giants were like air, simply not there at all.

Watching the Guardian's confused, hesitant stance, Wolfram's smile grew more pronounced.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"It's a 'Mirage,'" he said.

And at that moment, Aiwass's voice rang out.

He wheeled his chair slowly over and said to the Guardian, "Don't mind them—just deal with the others."

At the sound of Aiwass's voice, Wolfram's smile vanished, and his expression immediately turned cold.

He looked Aiwass up and down and suddenly revealed a mocking smile.

"I was wondering who it could be...

"Turns out it's the old man's grandson."