With the Seven-Star Seal prearranged on Shadow’s corpse, the Magic Eye had no chance of escape this time.

In the end, Claudia easily extracted it from the body and transferred it into a containment vessel identical in style to the one holding the Demon Sword Shard.

Watching the Magic Eye thrash violently inside the transparent bottle, clearly uncomfortable, Leon bent slightly and tapped the container with a finger.

“Stop wasting your effort. You’d be better off using this time to think about how to tell us everything we want to know—cleanly and thoroughly.”

Poseidon had previously mentioned that while he was possessed by the Magic Eye, he had seen fragments of its memories. Among them was the scene of the Magic Eye being defeated by Atos and sealed into an eyeball.

Leon wanted to know exactly what kind of magic Atos ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ had used to accomplish that.

If they could trace the origin of that spell, they could use the same method to deal with Atos himself.

But the Magic Eye ignored him entirely, behaving even more like a mindless possessing specter than before.

It understood perfectly well what Leon was implying—that a possessing entity in pain might have its memories pried open by others.

Yet in response to Leon’s gaze, the Magic Eye only sneered.

“How naïve you people of Samael are. What makes you think I would cooperate with you?”

Leon straightened, folded his arms, and sighed.

“Don’t you also want revenge on Atos? We happen to need that catastrophe dealt with as well. Our goals align.”

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend? Don’t try to fool me.”

The Magic Eye spoke lazily. “If I help you defeat Atos, then I’ll be the next one to die.”

“At least this nasty eyeball has a bit of a brain,” someone muttered.

“And it’s not entirely wrong. Not every situation fits the rule that ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend.’”

For Leon and the others, Atos had to die.

And the Magic Eye also had to die.

These evil invaders from another world were absolutely not allowed to leave the continent alive—not a single one.

“Since you already know you can’t escape death,” Rosvisser stepped forward, her voice cold.

“Why not take the chance to get revenge on the one who stole your position and power before you die?”

The enemy of an enemy was not necessarily a friend—but at the end of the day, they were still enemies.

Both Atos and the Magic Eye were threats that Samael had to eradicate.

But between the two of them, there was also a deeply entrenched, irreconcilable hatred.

What Rosvisser offered was simply another way of thinking.

She judged that the Magic Eye’s desire for revenge was extremely strong—and that even if it was clever, its cleverness had limits.

Those few words were like pouring oil onto the already raging fire of hatred between the Magic Eye and Atos.

Leon quietly leaned toward Rosvisser and lowered his voice.

“Wife, you’re getting better and better at stirring things up.”

Rosvisser lightly bumped his shoulder, snorted with laughter, and shot him a sideways glance.

“Go.”

Although the provocation was obvious, the Magic Eye could not help but seriously consider Rosvisser’s words.

In this regard, her judgment was completely accurate—the Magic Eye possessed an extremely strong vengeful streak.

If Claudia had proposed cooperating to deal with Atos, it would never have agreed.

But framing it as helping it take revenge on Atos—even though the ultimate goal was the same—created a completely different mindset.

The Magic Eye’s fate was death no matter what.

But unless someone explicitly raised the idea of “helping you get revenge,” it would never have focused its thoughts there.

However, just as everyone thought its attitude might soften, its answer was still.

“No. Impossible, humans of Samael.”

Leon raised an eyebrow.

“So even knowing you’re going to die in another world, you still don’t want to drag Atos down with you?”

The Magic Eye’s dim, lusterless pupil pressed against the far side of the sealed vessel, its entire eyeball slumping limply.

The bloodshot sclera that had been filled with rage moments ago now held no light at all.

After a brief silence, only the Magic Eye’s low voice remained.

“It’s not that I don’t want revenge on Atos. It’s that...”

Leon, Rosvisser, and Claudia all held their breath, listening intently.

“It’s that… even if you knew the method, you still couldn’t defeat Atos.”

The Magic Eye slowly closed its dark, murky eyelid, as if making a final concession to fate.

“He is that kind of being… an unconquerable monster.”

…

…

The next morning, Leon and the others prepared to return to Saint Heath Academy.

“Captain, Sister-in-law, are you sure you won’t stay a few more days?”

Before their departure, Rebecca, Martin, and Nacho came to see them off.

“No, Rebecca,” Rosvisser said. “Once we’re back, Claudia and we will need to spend a great deal of time studying the Magic Eye. Your captain and I also have to continue searching for clues about the final Primordial Deity.”

Rebecca stuffed her hands into the pockets of her coat, lowered her head, and kicked a small stone on the ground.

“Alright then. Be careful on your way back.”

Rosvisser looked at the girl, hesitated briefly, then called softly:

“Rebecca.”

Rebecca lifted her head and saw Rosvisser beckoning to her.

The dejection on her face instantly turned into a smile as she trotted over.

Rosvisser naturally pulled her into a warm embrace.

“When we have time, we’ll come visit you again and bring Noa and the others with us, alright?”

Rosvisser’s arms were still fragrant and soft. While inwardly jealous of how well the captain usually had it, Rebecca nodded with great satisfaction.

“Okay.”

Rosvisser smiled gently.

“Then it’s settled.”

While Rosvisser comforted Rebecca, Leon walked over to Martin and Nacho and nodded in thanks.

“We’ll have to keep relying on the Lionheart Order and the Empire. If you’re short-handed, I’ll call my master over to help.”

Martin nodded.

“Don’t worry, Captain. We’ll handle things here. You can focus on dealing with the bigger trouble on your end.”

Leon smiled and patted Martin on the shoulder.

“You’ve grown up, kid. You weren’t this reliable before.”

Martin scratched his head.

“People grow.”

Leon then looked at Nacho.

“Thanks for your hard work, Nacho.”

The older man wasn’t one for flowery words. He simply nodded.

“Understood,” Nacho replied in a low voice.

After everyone finished packing, Claudia walked over and asked:

“The communication recording stones I brought—have you all learned how to use them?”

“Yes, thank you, Claudia,” Rebecca replied. “They’re much more convenient than what we had before.”

“Good. If anything unexpected happens, contact Leon and the others directly with the recording stone.”

Claudia wasn’t particularly close with the Empire personnel, so she gave only a brief explanation without excessive pleasantries.

Once she finished, the blue-haired beauty turned away and transformed into a giant dragon, soaring into the sky.

Rosvisser also waved goodbye to Rebecca, then spread her dragon wings and transformed into a silver dragon.

“Safe travels, Sister-in-law, Captain.”

The giant dragon dipped her head slightly in acknowledgment.

Leon raised his hand, touching his thumb and middle finger together and brushing them lightly across his forehead.

“Take care, everyone.”

With that, Leon turned and leapt onto the silver dragon’s back.

The dragon beat her wings, slowly rose into the air, and then flew off toward the distance.

Only after the two dragon silhouettes vanished from sight did Rebecca withdraw her gaze.

She lowered her head and looked at the notebook in her hands, flipping to her own communication recording stone.

The symbol engraved on it was a pair of crossed pistols.

Rebecca pressed her lips together, took a deep breath, then turned around and hooked her arms around Martin’s and Nacho’s shoulders.

Because of the height difference, her feet lifted slightly off the ground.

“You two stand so straight. Then carry me back all the way, yeah?”

She had meant it as a joke and hadn’t expected either of them to bend.

Instead, the two men didn’t bend at all, simply carrying her directly toward the imperial city gate.

“When am I ever going to live in a world with fewer straight men?!”