"Don't be like that, Mentor. Maybe that Amtea guy won't even be able to beat you," Cinderella comforted gently.
"Haha…" Owen let out a bitter laugh.
He knew his own strength very well. He couldn't beat anyone. Even if you picked a random follower of the Goddess of Wine from the foot of the mountain, they'd be able to beat him black and blue.
"Mentor, how about we go and find out more about his strength?" Seeing Owen like this, Cinderella became worried.
Owen thought it made perfect sense. He ran down the mountain and found the Grand Archpriest Emil of the Goddess of Wine.
"You want to know Amtea's strength?" Emil said confidently. "Amtea is the Lord of Void's most favored envoy. It's said that the harp in his hand is actually a divine gift."
"Anyone who hears his music and sees his colored light might be directly converted and become a follower of the Void."
