Return of The Unrivaled Spear Knight

cus chuckled.
“One of the terrifying benefits of his dark magic is that he can fend off many warriors on his own.
More, if the target is a high-class wizard.” The Emperor looked ecstatic.
“The appearance of demons in our lands—If many, dozens, even, appeared in Hubalt… the first true Continental War would be at hand.”

Jacken’s body trembled as the Emperor outlined a plan of epic proportions.

“While Hubalt is distracted by the appearance of demons in their land, the rest of the world is at war.
At that point, even Aden will be forced to join the war.”

The Emperor’s voice dripped with glee.

The old structure looked like an ancient temple.

A man in white robes focused, his eyes squeezed shut.
In front of him, a dark urn radiated black light.

He suddenly vomited blood and collapsed to his knees.
He raised his trembling hand before his eyes and regarded the blood staining it.

“Who in the world…?”

The vessel was nearing completion.
For such a variable to appear now…

“Was there someone capable of besting Duke Altsma?” The robed man was bewildered.

His green eyes and platinum hair shone through the white robes.
It was Evergrant von Aswald, current chief wizard of Avalon.

“The day of your rebirth approaches… Despite being resurrected as a lich, Heinz, this, your name, is my… my gift to you, in the Ancient Language, as suits you best.” Evergrant’s voice shook and he spat more blood.
“No one values loyalty and faith more than I.
For your faith, the glorious darkness that I willingly offer my soul to the devil—

“Your new name is… Berber.”

Evergrant fell to the ground, unconscious.

“There’s no time left.
I need to go straight to Reinhardt.” Joshua stood.
‘But before that…” He frowned at Christian, who was still unconscious.
“I can’t leave him alone like that.”

He picked Christian up.

Wait. He stopped in the middle of the stairs. I can’t leave like this…

If he handled this poorly, the innocent people of Avalon would be caught in the aftermath.

War spared no one, after all.
He needed to erase anything that would add to the confusion—or worse, trigger a war outright.

Joshua waved his fingers towards the drawings on the wall, carvings deep lines through them.
Satisfied, Joshua walked to the lobby.

“Wait, this is…” He sighed awkwardly, realizing that there were presences outside the mansion.
At least thirty of them, scattered around the grounds.
He’d been too preoccupied to notice earlier.

“This is the perfect situation to be misunderstood…” Joshua glanced at Christian’s limp body and sighed again.

While he was idle, the mansion door began to open, creaking on its old hinges.
A group of people poured through the gap—Modrian and his party, dressed in all white.

The moment Joshua and the crowd met, the lobby was trapped in a suffocating silence, quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

Joshua scratched his head awkwardly.
Modrian, the High Priest, and the rest of their party looked Joshua up and down suspiciously.

The silence didn’t last very long.

This feeling…! Modrian frowned at Joshua.
For some reason, the colossal magic energy tingling against his skin had disappeared like it was all a lie.
However, the eerie scent of demons still faintly tickled his nose.

But most important was the Tears of God in Seiren’s hands.
That divine artifact glowed differently in response to magic and divine power—and at the moment, it glowed black.

“Prepare for battle!”

Casus Belli: justification for war. ↩️