Chapter 112.

No one died, and there was no damage to the stadium. Even the Half-half Mask madman who committed the crime was probably captured. I'll have to make up for my loss with this guy's wealth.

The man seemed to be a madosa-class magician capable of using magic strong enough to melt the barrier I put effort into making. So, theres no way he wouldnt have at least that much money, right?

I didn't know this when I was young, but being a magician is a money-eating job. A magic wand for beginners started at a minimum of one silver coin, but the price of a proper magic wand could reach gold coins and even platinum coins.

I transported the materials and personally made the wand that I was holding now, but if it were to be valued, it wouldn't be strange if it was treated as a national treasure.

When I thought about it, my wand would be equivalent to the wand given to the grand elder of the Butterfly Tribe that was passed down from generation to generation. Or it might be comparable to the wand made of dragon hearts that elder Mirpa forcibly had my father collect by hitting him in the back of the head.

Other than them, the Curse Magician and the Spatial Magician of the 4 Great Madosas might have a wand of a similar level.

For now, I decided to interrogate Half-half Mask later and went down into the stadium. Then the paladins and adventurers surrounded me with weapons.

"Hmm, what is going on here?

Why are these people emitting killing intent and surrounding me all of a sudden? I just saved your lives. How ungrateful.

A paladin who appeared to be the leader of the Hilliss escorts answered me, "Dont pretend you dont know!"

"Are there fools who ask when they already know the answer?

When I asked with a shrug, the paladin stared at me fiercely. "Shut up! Im sure you know that you're under suspicion of being a heretic!"

Heretic? What kind of bullshit is that?

"Excuse me, Saintess-nim. Helping to catch that person wasnt part of the commission." Rosellis aimed her huge ax at me and glanced at the paladins with a perplexed gaze.

"What are you talking about? That person is Lupin, who is suspected of being a heretic by the temple! I think we've agreed to work together to eradicate the heretics!"

Rosellis shrugged her shoulders at the paladin. "No, look here, Sir Paladin. Even if your mouth is crooked, you have to say it correctly. The commission was to eradicate heretics who want to harm the Saintess-nim. It wasnt to eradicate the guy who saved our colleagues and attacked the heretics.

The paladins groaned at Rosellis's words.

"And are you even sure that white mask guy is Lupin? I don't know why, but I feel that he is just a guy wearing a white half mask.

The paladins nodded at Rosellis. "Were certain of it. It's not common in the capital for someone to be wearing a white half mask with perception disrupting magic powerful enough to prevent us from properly recognizing him.

My goodness. I didn't think that using perception disrupting magic to prevent any features from being recognized would become a recognizable feature in itself.

It seems its time for me to slowly retire from being Lupin. I put aside all the unnecessary thoughts for now and asked, "But why am I charged with the suspicion of being a heretic?

The paladin grew angry at my question. "Are you pretending not to know!"

"No, how many times have I told you I don't know!"

Ah, this was the second time. I guess its understandable if it was only the second time.

"You bastard! How can you say that after seriously injuring Cardo Fernando and killing Paladin Mario!

Cardo Fernando? Paladin Mario? Who are they? Its the first time Im hearing about it.

"Hey, I think you're mistaking me for someone else. I'm not familiar with the names of the two people you just said.

"Are you going to keep claiming innocence till the end!" The paladins yell was so loud that it was deafening.

Jeez, my keen hearing was not helpful during times like this. Someone might have thought you were some kind of lion. Yet, a cardinal and a paladin? Were they the ones trying to kidnap the princess at the ball in mid-September? I definitely sent a golden-masked old man called Leo and a man who used divine magic to meet their makers in the past.

"Mmm, can I know when this happened?

The paladin answered my question without a hitch, "It was mid-October!"

Rather than answering without hesitation, he seemed to have lost his reason from his overflowing anger. As expected, it was good to question people who let their emotions get ahead of them. Either way, the imperial knight divisions seemed to think that it was taboo to express their feelings reckl