At Montphera, in the Belldet Estate.

In the walk-in closet of the second-floor left suite stood a row of wide, deep black robes paired with white ghost masks. Each mask had only three hollow openings, resembling a skull. Even without anyone wearing them, the mere sight of the display felt deeply unsettling.

Suddenly, one of the black robes sprouted limbs and stepped out from the rack, looking like an evil spirit returning to life.

However, the figure could not even stay upright. After two steps, he collapsed heavily onto the carpet. Stripping off the white mask, he revealed a pale, haggard face. Sweat beaded at the tip of his nose, and a faint flush from oxygen deprivation spread across his cheeks. He struggled to breathe, inhaling in short, sharp gasps. His entire body ached so intensely that even his fingertips refused to move. His lungs were damaged, and his whole body felt entirely out of sync. 

For the first time in years, the fraudster cursed out loud, unable to contain his rage. That damn girl! God damn it! If something's wrong with you, go see a vet! Don't ever let me run into you again!

The more Iger thought about it, the angrier he became. His first encounter with another sorcerer on the Continent of Time had been with his old acquaintance, Harvey. Naturally, they teamed up to explore together. Unexpectedly, they discovered both the Legion of Heroes and the Last Stand Arena at the same time.

With all those opportunities stacked together, it felt as though the Goddess of Fortune had personally shoved luck straight into his mouth. Iger had even begun to suspect he had spent his entire lifetime's supply of good fortune. At this rate, he...