The night was long enough to buy him some time to destroy all of his enemies. The mad butler viciously destroyed all-important heavy and light types of equipment of the Verdugo forces. The villagers and the village council especially Chief Zamor had quietly watched the massacre of their own enemies. Fear and excitement had filled the whole place as the people celebrate the unexpected turn of event for them.

Almost two-thirds of the forces tried to withdraw had met their end miserably. Some of the village guards who were hiding had clearly seen an opportunity to take down some runaway soldiers. A few of them got arrested and sent to prison afterward.

It took him for two hours to wipe them out from the map and unintentionally saved the villagers from total defeat.

Justin heaved a sigh of relief and wiped out his sweat from his face. But, his body quickly moved sideways and luckily dodge a magic arrow behind him.

“I can’t believe someone like exists in this world,” said the stranger with a deep voice.

Justin turned his gaze at him and folded his arm before he spoke, “Oh, you’re alive, huh.”

“Do you really think simple six-tier magic can do a scratch on me?” he smiled as his uniform slowly changed back to his formal suit. His wounds heald so much to think that he got severely hit by butler’s powerful skill.

“No, I’m not.” Justin took a position of defense after he sensed a powerful aura coming out from the stranger. “But I can do a calculation if I must. To be frank, I doubt you’ll survive from that power however, looking at you proves me wrong. I should probably use more than that power so you couldn’t escape your death.”

“Sir, I’m honor to hear that compliment. Allow me to introduce myself to you, Sir. Justin. My name is Patioche Woale. This is my payment for your surprised gift earlier.,” His eyes changed to yellow and the butler found himself on the surface with a big wound on his stomach.

“GuwI—” Justin coughed blood. He quickly used his healing magic to seal it. “You got me there. I just hate the fact that you survive. It makes me sick. You’re certainly more powerful than your underboss.”

“Pff, of course. I’m more competent than that loser.”

Justin clicked his tongue and flew towards him. The two exchanged powerful magic spells towards to each other. And, the night showered with their flames and twinkling like a firework display at the eyes of the many.

“You’re good, sir. You can still keep up with me despite your wounds. Not a surprise for the last member of the royal guardian of the previous emperor.”

“How did you know about my life?”

“So, how did you unseal the curse from your body? Only the surviving family members can release you from that. Unless, Hermes Archnemesis has the blood of the emperor.”

“To think a fellow demon like you are working with the Verdugo family. You got some guts to show yourself and reveal something that shouldn’t be talking here. Patioche, tell me. What are you?”

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The capo distanced himself for at least 200 meters away from the butler. He raised his right hand and a large lime sphere appeared on his palm. He released it and Justin, surprised, unabled to dodge it.

“Guwaah,” Justin used his left hand to shield him however, it started to melt like ice cream for unknown. “Gaaaaah! What have you done to me?”

Patioche lowered his hand and saluted him with his other hand pressed on his chest. He gave a wryly smiled and said, “You piece of shit is very lucky. I thought you’ll die from that one. But its a mistake for not using an ten tier magic this time. Please, forgive me for not using it earlier. You lucky bastard survive from that skill that can kill a dragon during the era of the Ratican Empire.”

“You bastard. You’re a living demon residing on this island. Why are you working with the Verdugo clan?”

“Same question for you. Why are you working with the non-Italian clan? The Archnemesis is not part of any previous generation of the whole nation. You should already realized that fact that they won’t even survive for much longer.”

“I think you’ve mistaken something here, buddy. Well, I admit that that previous generation of that clan was very weak, spineless and stupid morons. That’s technically true, however, you don’t realize and sense something very special to that young man.”

“Oh, what’s special about him, hmm? I read a lot of information and its totally pointless to debate it while we’re currently facing each other.”

“That man has the soul of our Emperor, buddy.”

“Pff, you’re saying the impossible. That’s ridiculous. We’ve already known who is it from the very beginning.”

“Don’t tell me. That the blue cloak girl told you?”

“What? I don’t trust that bitch though. We already tracked the possible place of the soul of our Emperor, Justin.”

“Pff, you’re saying shit too, buddy. As a fellow demon, you should know exactly what I’m capable to know the real one. I had been the servant of the last Emperor and he was the one who gave me my name and the personal status during his era.”

“Shut it.”

“So, what’s your real name and the name of the organization you’re working with, huh? I got a feeling that you’re only working with the Verdugo as your disguise and plan to take an initial action to destroy the whole mafia for good.”

“Oh, you have already known that huh. Impressive. It’s very entertaining to meet with the man who earned himself the title of the Black Demon Swordsman. Oh, man. I still don’t understand your standards, my fellow demon. However, that man named Hermes Archnemesis will die next after I kill you.”

“You bastard. Don’t even dare to touch the young Don. He’s really the reincarnated body of our Emperor.”

“My real name is Seraph. The guardian of intelligence of the Visigoth Cult.”

“Seraph, huh. Pleased to meet you.” Justin and Seraph exchanged multiple swordfights but none of them scratched each other. Despite the gap between the two, the butler could still give him a hard time to retaliate.

It took them several times to kill each other but none of them finished the job. Neither magic and close combat fights had abled to damage their bodies. 

"Hey, Justin," said Seraph as he teleported above him. The butler looked above, locking his eyes at his enemy. And he asked, "What?"

"The Visigoth cult has a lot of connections and agents around here."

Justin titled his head, "What do you mean? Wait― don't tell me!" 

Justin quickly abandoned his job to kill Seraph and flew towards the direction where Hermes located. 

"Too late." Seraph slashed Justin without his notice and his body and soul disappeared. Seraph muttered, "May the soul of the Almighty Empire return to the ashes as your soul will become a sacrifice for its revival. All hail Ratican Empire."