The truth was out, and James Watson felt a major turning point in his life.
Everything he had once held sacred seemed to be sin disguised under a veil of Holy Light.
Amberser's last words had plunged James Watson into deep thought; what he once believed was an artefact protecting Laine had turned out to be an item needed for the resurrection of the Magic Dragon Tyrant.
If possible, James Watson wouldn't mind sending away the Magic Dragon Armament, that dangerous thing.
"Unfortunately, the Magic Dragon Armament belongs to the Imperial Family, and even I, with Supreme Decree, have no right to dispose of it. This Divine Artifact has always been hidden deep within the Royal Palace, untouched by anyone other than the Imperial Family."
"Can't you steal it out and give it to me?"
"Then why wouldn't I just start a rebellion instead?"
"That works too, let's coordinate a time for an inside-outside collaboration."
"Just shut your mouth, Lich!"
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