"So simple." A decayed, withered hand grasped the parchment detailing the special cure for malaria, but the words had already faded from the paper. The Merciful Goddess Archbishop struggled and said, "Who? Who are you?"
"I am honored to introduce myself. I am Akhan, 'Black' Akhan, the Witch Demon King, the most loyal servant of the master."
"Was it all done by you? Finding the recipe for the special cure too? And luring the Nurgle Army?"
"As I said, so simple." The man in black robes, or rather Akhan, exhaled a breath of foul air. His speech was filled with courtesy, each action gentlemanly and refined, like an elegant gentleman, yet he himself was a decayed corpse, which was very eerie.
Then the man in black robes and the Merciful Goddess Archbishop disappeared together in the secret chamber.
......
When Laine woke up again, it had already been two days.
Opening his eyes, Laine found himself lying in the suite of the Holy Grail Cathedral where he had previously resided.
