"It's the Witch Association again."
Herbert looked at the somewhat familiar emblem and couldn't help but laugh, "You guys are everywhere, aren't you?"
"We truly have a connection!"
In the Frost Crystal, the meddling of the Witch Association's Grand Mage had thrown the entire Kingdom into unrest.
And during the last prison break by the Moore Clan's losers, there were traces of the Witch Association's involvement, helping them "pass through" the barrier.
And now, in the Dark Territory, he could even see victims of the Witch Association's fake potions.
"There's your business here, and there too... Are you cockroaches? How are you everywhere?" Herbert couldn't help but jest.
A helpful fact — when you spot one cockroach at home, they're actually already in every corner!
["How's that feel, having such a giant for an enemy? Does it feel like the pressure's mounting?"] A deity whispered teasingly in his ear.
"Hmph."
Herbert stood up, stretched lazily, and let out a light hum.
