William stood on top of a three-floored building, kneeling bent, like a wolf, staring at their prey in the moonlight. His aim had not been war from the start. His goal was the riches brought by the war.It would make him extremely happy to encounter the spirit stone mountain in the tower opposite him, as he had encountered the previous one.He looked under the tower. He saw dozens of soldiers around him. He didn't care about their lives, but he didn't want to take lives unnecessarily. It was an absurd habit from his old world, empathy. He knew that they too might have a family waiting at home. But it wouldn't be nice if someone more powerful than himself killed him without question. That's why he wanted to give it a chance.He knew that what he was about to do would be extremely stupid and unnecessary. He was aware of this. Maybe he was already tired.As far as he felt from the men around the tower, there was no one among them strong except for two iron l

William had cleared the remaining four towers very quickly. In fact, there wasn't even a wizard in the last tower at the south gate. William thought that the bright light that appeared on the battlefield was most likely caused by the wizard who was supposed to be here. When he cleared the last tower, his father's men had also begun to clear the city.In the last tower, he encountered twenty of those soldiers. He had learned from them that they had won the battle at the eastern gate, and then had gone towards the palace with his grandfather Thedo's army. He quickly reached the palace by jumping from the rooftops, taking on the role of a scout himself to warn them early of any danger.When he came to the palace, he was met with the same annoying sight as Thedo. Still, he kept his guard up and walked around the palace. He was relieved when he found the main hall and saw the king he thought was dead. By that time, his father, Arthur, and his grandfather had entered the mai

William and the soldier walked deep into the palace together. After a while, they came to a large door, which was guarded by four soldiers. They all looked extremely strong. Behind the door opened by two mighty soldiers, there were stairs leading down. The soldier said he could continue from here. William descended at his normal speed down the still dark stairs, illuminated by torches. Darkness was not a problem for him, he could see better thanks to his bloodline power. After a while, the stairs came to an end. He came into a small room. There was a table, a few bookshelves, and some furniture. Like iron chains.At the end of this small room was another door, and it was all metal. Two soldiers were waiting at the entrance of the gate. When he arrived, they opened the door, as if forewarned. William went through the door and continued on his way. He realized that he was now in a prison. On either side of it were dirty, smelly cells. All cells were empty. Because there was no

William woke up with a huge headache. It was the first time he had been this drunk since he had been born into this world. He still underestimated the power of the wines of this world. They had excellent flavor and were definitely higher in alcohol. There were times when he even suspected that they were magical. Because with the strength of his body, a few bottles of wine shouldn't have had much of an effect.After rubbing his head for a few seconds, he was able to look around. He wasn't at the inn. He was lying in a bed for at least five people. His head was covered with pillows, and the bed was surrounded by silk tulle. It looked like a noble maiden's room. Looking around, William finally realized that he was in the palace. It was probably the room of one of the previous princesses, and William was buried in prosperity like those princesses.But when he turned his head and looked to his right, the sight he saw was not pleasant at all. At the right end of the bed and

When Leslie opened his eyes, he found himself in a small, empty room. Bandages were wrapped around his waist and healing ointments were applied. After his battle with William, all he remembered was that when he turns his back, a sword entered him around his waist and pinned him to the wall.He was ashamed. Even if it meant dying, he had to go all the way for taking it this long. 'I should never have turned my back.' How would his friends look at him now? What would they say to him? Would they tease, or would they cut off their friendship? As such thoughts took over his mind, the look in his eyes grew dull. Everything was deleted in an instant. It was as if someone had come and cleansed his soul from head to toe. Now he only had one thought. That was 'Getting stronger.'Despite his aching back, he got out of bed without frowning. His dimensional bag was with him. He quickly put on an outfit and went outside. A young girl was sitting behind a desk in front of the door. S