Burn actually didn’t bme Man for not telling him or keeping her secrets. At first, he k was because she was guarded against him, pying it safe, keeping him at arm's length like a fine a vase too precious to touch.

  And these days, it was because there were just a lot more urgent matters that o be addressed. The stakes were much higher, with chaos brewing all around them. Surely, fag an impending apocalypse took prece over sharing family drama.

  More than that, Man had read his memory and probably ged at the rollercoaster of his schedule, realizing he was just a mortal juggling the universe with mere arms and legs. Although powerful, he was not all-powerful.

  A’s be real—she had promised him she’d spill the beans as soon as the st loop came to a close.

  Man Le Fay had just recovered and was trapped in a loop with him—while before, she had too many responsibilities and too mu her pte as well, whiehow always seemed to explode on her like a surprise party from hell.

  This woman…

  “Force of evil always exists,” Man suddenly said. “I was pt, as I said. I let them approad harm you and the mind of your youth, all because I wasn’t guarded enough. Five hundred years, and what did I achieve? A joke.”

  Man stood up. “Romeuf was right. I wasn’t fit for sainthood. Five me—”

  “And what did he do? Dying alone on the cross, leaving all responsibility to you? What was he, a baby who ’t wipe his own ass?” Burn suddenly interjected.

  Defeating the Demon Lord and purifying the effect of the corruption—all of that wasn’t done by him.

  She did.

  At least most of it. Especially the nasty jobs.

  “A man who ’t his own mess is just that, and he dared say you weren’t fit for sainthood? What about him—was he fit for apostlehood? I’ll say that, and if the whole world points at me for being a vilin, so what?” Burn was fed up.

  Burn stood, and his height immediately towered over her. He just looked at her and said, “He ’t do shit.”

  “And fug Merlin,” Burn tinued. “I khere was something wrong with this famous mage everyone admires. So what if he’s your father?”

  Man eechless, and so were the assembly members.

  Just three silently deafening seds ter, she softly smiled at him and said in a choked voice, “I love you.”

  “Good job falling in love with me,” Burn replied. He turo the assembly. “Now, there’s clearly someoargeting us.”

  “I don’t care if it’s just my reputation on the li's pinly obvious they had the resources to harm my father and Princess Shorof. If you ask me, I’d flip the sky upside down just for fun, but holy, who even knows who orchestrated all of this chaos?” Burn tinued.

  The mythical unity was called "mythical" because they were all lio legends. Their grand aplishments were so over-the-top that even the most creative of storytellers would roll their eyes and call them myths. But hey, they were real—totally not just eborate bedtime stories. They were still true, living souls.

  Most of them had lived for thousands of years and were more experienced in dealing with issues like corruption and ailments such as Mana Poisoning.

  Meanwhile, Burn, bless his huma, ehe se a mere 27 years ago. His army? Yep, all human. His kingdom? Human, too.

  Despite their undeniable might, not one of them stood a ce against anythiely mysterious—like that whole debacle from 500 years ago that still ght up awkwardly at assemblies like this.

  Yes. No matter how strong they were, they wouldn’t be able to do much if they o fight something of unknown in.

  Thus, Burn must borrow the strength of the mythical creatures.

  Initially, he thought it was merely the world moving on its course, but now it appeared that someone was secretly steering it, slowly and calmly, over a long period of time.

  “The corrupted mana withiems only be harvested from corrupted pces. I have wahrough those pces alone all this time and entered nothing strange. Of course, the other four tis were far too vast for me to guard by myself…” Man muttered.

  “Even if one wishes to harvest some corrupted mana from there, they need only to avoid you. Not to mention, you were attacked just before you could finish the magic circle that could purify the whole world,” Vd remarked.

  Isaiah furrowed his brow and spoke in solemn tones, “Thou didst bid me guard the moon, and I thought all was well…”

  “With thine infinite soul, st thou still purify the world if the magic circle be pleted?” Isaiah inquired further.

  Man shook her head and turo Burn. “I am now using my soul for something else.”

  “How could she still do it when she had lost her accumuted soul energy over hundreds of years?” Bur Isaiah, who nodded apologetically.

  Vd frowned and ignored Burn’s words, yelling at Man, “You—!”

  “What?” Isaiah turo Vd, looking worried.

  The old vampire sighed, shaking his head. “I’ll tell you ter, Isaiah.”

  Isaiah looked very puzzled, but he kept his silence. Vd obviously knew what Man had used her soul for long ago and was now reminded of it again.

  Burn looked at Vd and almost rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry for that.”

  “Don’t apologize,” Man grasped his hand.

  The other mythical unity leaders frowhese old heroes… it felt as if they were speaking in a differe of syntax. They couldn’t uand at all.

  But why did it feel like Burn just merged into the seniroup so seamlessly?

  Among the heroes of the past, there were six tral figures: Apostle Romeuf, Archmage Merlin, King Urien, Man of the Fairy, the Vampire of the West, and the Dragon of the East.

  Burn was a famous genius, someone arently killed two mighty mythical creatures and dared to e them at the age of eleven.

  By the mere mention of his Soulnaught Syndrome, he would almost remind them of King Urien. He was also his aor, who built the Soulnaught Kingdom, after all. But Urien was famous for his righteousness and wouldn’t be fierough to do what Burn had done.

  In terms of his g style and pent for maintaining order, he could be pared to Romeuf. But again, Romeuf ostle, not someone branded a vilin like Burn.

  So what was left was Archmage Merlin. Burn’s talent might be parable to that of the genius mage, as well as his ruthlessness. Now, after Merlin was revealed as this world’s traitor, they seemed even more simir.

  However, seeing Burn near Man Le Fay eased everyone’s doubts. He might look cold and pragmatic, with his ruthless methods and inhumane resolve, but when the Holiness herself fell for him, could they still dare to doubt?

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  Okay, tbf everyone also fell for Merlin, so please don't trust Man on her judgement on Burn, guys... guys...? Guys... seriously...