What are you doing?

In a magical medieval world, it's difficult to hold on to one's beliefs... even maintaining one's integrity is a challenge.
Because the commoners here are not simple; they are ignorant, greedy, and cruel.
Because the nobles here are not noble; they are insidious, ruthless, and tyrannical.
However... not all human constitutions can be generalized.
Lann touches the two hearts and three lungs beneath his chest.
He estimates that not only in this world but also in the other worlds connected through the convergence of celestial spheres, he can maintain a healthy sense of morality.
—And then get rid of all the incorrigible scum!

Bear School Astartes

When they saw the female warlock again, she was lying on the blood-stained sand, shaking her head trying to stay conscious.


Without her two legs, Margaret now looked like a drunk woman sprawled on the ground.


It seemed that her forced spellcasting earlier had indeed put tremendous pressure on her nerves.


Philip helped Lann walk over, looking somewhat incredulous.


"Weren't female warlocks supposed to be... um~ very attractive?"


"The effect of Magic Cream." Lann waved a hand, explaining to him. "I asked her, and when talking about appearance, the kind of innate confidence she displayed didn't seem fake."


"Then we better be careful not to wipe off the cream on her face." Philip pursed his lips.


"I know my men, a bunch you can't trust with themselves. Even if you tell them she's a big deal, if the female warlock is as fiery as rumored, some of them will definitely get handsy."


68. Alia Stark