Chapter 860: Volume 27: Sudden Fury, - 1: If War is Inevitable, Then Fight
"Heh, remnants of darkness, prancing clowns, we have yet to come knocking, and yet you dare to wreak havoc in the Marco Wilderness and fall into our trap?" a loud voice boomed from afar, and several figures scattered down from the Tower of Imprisonment, each moving with either lightness or solidity, agility or gravity. The one leading them wore a white robe, pure and unblemished, but his piercing blue eyes, combined with his pale cheeks, imparted a somewhat eerie appearance.
The three Heavenly Knights seemed displeased on this person’s arrival, but the leader amongst them took a step back first, seemingly handing over the initiative to the newcomer without a moment’s hesitation.
"Haha, falling into the trap, well said, haven’t we just arrived? Behind me, all are stubborn remnants of darkness, who have willingly delivered themselves to the Court of the Church of Light, hoping that the Court can convert and baptize us. Let’s see if we can forsake our misguided ways and start anew," Komer said with a sinister smile, his expression eerily indescribable. At this moment, he was much calmer; this confrontation had finally arrived.
"Hmph, a bunch of fools courting death. Since you’ve delivered yourselves, we won’t hesitate to convert you. Do you think this is a place where you lot can come and go as you please?"
The pale-faced mage was naturally Schiller. Seeing the three Heavenly Knights and four mages securely control the situation eased the heavy burden in his heart; he had always worried that the direct heirs of Vazinsky would not cooperate with him. Originally all part of the Church of Light, factional struggles had turned them into strangers, and they would hardly join forces unless absolutely necessary. If it weren’t for Noyola and Lorenzo, two grandsires, taking away most of the main forces, there would have been no need to humbly ask for help from the Vazinsky clan this time.
"Enough with the nonsense. You must be that Schiller. I hear your mastery of Light Arcane is impeccable. Well, I consider my own Dark Magic prowess to have some foundation too. How about we give it a try? I’ve always wanted to see what the result would be when my Dark Magic faces off against your Light Arcane. Just don’t disappoint me. Oh, and you, the seemingly profound Grand Mage, I can smell the scent of your Psychic Magic. It seems we both have similar tastes. So, why don’t we have a little activity today as well, to make the trip to Marco all the worth it?"
The bold and reckless words didn’t seem like they could come from Komer, and even Mihailovich was surprised by how the usually courteous and rarely improper Lord now behaved so vulgarly, lacking the demeanor that a noble should possess, and even carrying a hint of a rogue’s provocative taste.
Komer’s madness angered both Schiller and the bearded mage.