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"Who's there?!" The Marshal was already on the verge of madness due to the repeated soul attacks, so when someone appeared in front of him out of nowhere, it provoked him even more.

That person looked to be in his twenties, handsome but not to the point of capturing souls, wearing a loose white robe and long hair that reached his shoulders, and most importantly… he was standing mis-air very comfortably with his hands behind his back while the space behind him was ripped off!

"Your Excellency!!" Peon shouted happily, the support was much better than he imagined!