Almost all events flowed according to memory. Seongjin was able to meet Giacomo Milo, who was hurriedly escaping through the sewer, at the same place as before.
“W-Who, who are you?!”
Giacomo, suddenly encountering Seongjin’s party, was greatly flustered and tried to pull something out from his pocket.
Of course, at the same time—
Swish—Thud!
A dagger that flew like an arrow mercilessly lodged itself into the back of Giacomo Milo’s hand.
“Huh?”
The pain struck him belatedly.
“Aaaargh!”
While Giacomo Milo writhed in pain on the floor, Seongjin walked toward him with steady steps and picked up the fallen potion.
It was the black potion he had traded for Dakianus’s secretary, one that had nearly brought a horrific disaster upon the continent.
“Ughhh… Sa-Salos!”
Giacomo Milo gritted his teeth and called out to the demon he had contracted with.
He had endured this long for the sake of revenge against the world, but now that his trump card potion had fallen into enemy hands, there were no options left for him.
“Please descend to this place and protect me! Defeat my enemies! If you do that much, I’ll offer my body to you right here and now!”
But for some reason, there was no response from his demon. It was as though it greatly…