"Blood Slaughter Bat Dragon, I didn't expect the School of Death to have such a good thing."
Levi wasn't having any inappropriate thoughts.
He just figured that if he could find the owner, he'd buy it with his vast wealth.
One year later.
Shortly before the Netherworld Market opened, Levi went down to Hell.
...
Land of Darkness.
Deep in space, a cyan dragon with a wingspan of a kilometer cut through the winds, flying forward.
On the dragon's back, a golden-haired wizard sat in meditation with closed eyes.
The six-circle top-grade wizard robe he wore was battered beyond repair.
His entire aura was languid.
"Damn, what happened to me? I've been so unlucky lately..."
The golden prince recalled his recent misfortunes and couldn't help but curse silently.
He looked toward a distant, tiny point of white light.
"At my speed, flying back to Nora with my body would take at least five hundred years... If I run into other unexpected events, it might take even longer."
