But now, Heinris's attack was a harsh blow to Roger.
Not only was it the responsibility given by that world, but the Lord of the Mist was also a hidden threat.
Losing his own body, it's clear that Roger would make a better substitute.
Staying here any longer would only burden this world and the friends he cherishes.
Though reluctant, Roger knew it might be time for him to leave.
But first, he needed to deal with the trouble left by Heinris.
Just then, a voice echoed in his mind.
"Mr. Roger, hang on, I'm coming!"
Immediately, a figure squeezed out of the void.
He was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, honestly, just by his appearance, no one would associate him with a Dragon Envoy.
Because he looked so ordinary, wearing a worn-out robe, with a slightly bulging belly, and even a bit balding.
The only thing worth praising on his entire body might be the two patches of mustache on his lips.
"Fasco?" Roger was also a bit unsure.
"Yes, it's me."
