He looked towards the invisible dome surrounding a distance of 500 meters from the center of the mansion. Even though it wasn't very big, it was enough to trap everyone here.

“Rosemary's family really has a lot of surprises. I really wonder how stupid the master of this magic array is to want to join the Rosemary family?” Violence laughed while looking at the fight that was still going on in the mansion.

After thinking for a while, he asked Violence who had previously asked him. “Do you think we need to get involved in this drama? I looked at it and it looked fun.”

“If you want, I won't stop you. But I don't want to deal with the trouble you'll cause.”

"Then what about you, Hall?" Violence asked his friend wearing a white robe.

"I am not interested. Just, do you want to bet?” Hall refused and responded with another question.

Violence who heard it immediately grinned while showing his teeth. “What's your bet? If it's interesting, I'll consider it.”

“100,000 Coins if you can turn this around and suppress them in 5 minutes,” Hall said casually while pointing at Zaratul who was fighting while disappearing non-stop.

"That's difficult. What is the betting ratio?”

“3:1”

“Then I will accept it. Don't go back on your word Hall." Violence without hesitation jumped into the light that was still shining brightly in the mansion that had become a ruin.

“That guy really needs to have his brain checked.” Compassion sighed seeing his friend jump without hesitation into the fight where wolves and gunfire were filling the place.

“At least he is honest enough with his feelings. He is better than those hypocrites who say they are working for justice but carry out massacres everywhere.” Hall answered while swinging his hand and forming a magic barrier. “That's what I like about him.”

“So, what do we do now?

“Why ask me? This is the idea of Violence in the first place to influence Roderick's consciousness in accepting the invitation we sent. If you want to ask what he wants to do, then ask him.”

Compassion touched his chin while looking at the wolves howling in the night sky. There, Violence was grappling and hitting the wolf so hard that it knocked him to the ground. “Don't you want to stop it? I don't want what he does to bring us trouble.”

“The die has been thrown. He wouldn't stop even if I asked him to. That guy really wanted money to pay for the drinks he always ordered at the Midnight Inn.” Hall shrugged his shoulders and didn't do anything.

They just watched the fight below as if they were watching a show and they were spectators.

***

Moments before…

"Hey, Mind if joining?" Violence entered the light that was still shining so brightly as it hit a wolf that was aiming its teeth at him.

"Who are you?" Zaratul looked at a man who was quite burly and showed off his large arm muscles. His skin was white and covered in various kinds of scars that did not disappear.

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“You can call me Violence.” while answering the question, he played with his fingers and formed a small black ball surrounded by a strange, eerie aura.

“For further details, I'm quite interested in The Forgotten One. Do you want to discuss it after this matter is resolved? Of course, this is not a compulsion.” while saying that, he shot the ball toward Roderick.

The ball sped towards Roderick but was blocked by the white wolf who crushed it until nothing remained.

Zaratul did not respond because he had to avoid shots from Moriarty who aimed his attack at him. Even though he had hidden himself with concealment magic, Moriarty still seemed to be able to see him.

Ting…

Magic waves raged like waves that collided with each other in various places. Roderick raised his hand and swept it over him. He releases another magic to search for Zaratul.

Waves of mana. It was the magic that Roderick used. If he used the standards of Babel magic to judge, then this magic would fall into the category of Tier 2 magic.

"There you are." While showing his smile, he released another magic. He clapped his hands together and disappeared from the spot. The atmosphere became very quiet and not a single sound could come in or out.

“This… That guy is crazy.” Moriarty immediately lowered his head and took out a robe from his shirt pocket and immediately covered his whole body.

Mr.Z's white wolf covered its master's entire body without hesitation. Meanwhile, Ms. Linda was still in her cocoon, not moving at all.

“Illusion of World. I didn't expect that I would see this magic again. It seems that Roderick really is planning to kill you.” While saying that, Violence did not move at all.

The effect of this magic is to force the user to enter an illusion forcibly for 5 seconds. As long as the Magus being opposed did not have such a large gap in strength, all those with a trace of the magic owner's mana would undergo an illusion for five seconds and be unable to move at all.

This is a simple magic but such a scary aspect.

“It's quite easy to resist this magic. Do you want me to help you?” Violence didn't care much about Roderick's magic because he never had a trace of Roderick's mana. Every time he was hit by these traces, he would immediately clean them.

"No need." Zaratul didn't even move an inch. He only looked at the unconscious people while protecting themselves.

As someone who possesses something called the Codex of Thousand minds and Consciousness, he has a high level of immunity from attacks such as illusions and Mind Control. The Illusion of World that traps people here can be easily ignored by separating the consciousness that is being attacked into one of the other consciousnesses within himself.

“Hoo… you are not affected. I can add this to the diary I have.” Violence said in his head and made a mental note.

Violence looked at Mr.Z who was protected by the white wolf. "If I'm not mistaken, he should have 2 types of wolf spirits, right? Am I remembering correctly?”

He immediately opened the diary he was carrying in his pocket and read the part about Mr. Z which was on the middle page. “Ah, here it is. The person with the codename Mr.Z from the Maple Secret Society. A person who has a great reputation and is famous for his magic which summons various forms of spirits. One of the famous spirits that he often uses are the 2 white wolves that he contracted with the spirit dimension.”

“Huh… didn't he bring out another wolf spirit?” Violence closed the diary in his hands and put it back into his pocket. He turned around and saw a white wolf howling while charging towards him.

“I will take care of this cute dog. You can do what you want to do.” Violence said that and started to grapple with the white wolf that was coming towards him.

Zaratul just made a mental note of the person. He looked at his opponent who had slowly gotten up. Apart from that, he now had Roderick standing opposite him.

“It's amazing. I didn't expect that you could withstand the magic I have.” Roderick clapped his hands as he walked forward step by step.

“Apart from Angulus who can resist the illusion with the blood he has, you are the second case who resists this illusion with just your body.”

“You talk a lot too, Roderick. But just playing around like this won't solve everything. Just your little tricks won't be able to defeat me.” Zaratul said in the language of this world.

“A being like you can use this world's language? This is a good surprise.” Roderick stopped while letting the night air flutter his clothes. Even at times like this, he still had the aura of a leader.

“As you said before, I am not a Magus who specializes in direct attacks. So I'll give you another chance. Hand over the method to track Apocalypse Harbinger and I won't take this matter any further.”

“And if not?”

Roderick smiled as he said threateningly. “You don't seem to know where you are right now. This is not a request, but an order."

Roderick controlled all the golden needles that he formed and surrounded a person. It wasn't Zaratul or the guards he brought with him.

“Checkmate” Moriarty pointed the revolver he had at Erick's head.