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Surprisingly, Mark did not have any obvious reaction to his statement. Although his eyes did not contain the same shame that Cyril's had, it did have the same resolution.

Ozul realized how long friends they had been for just by this confident gesture.

”You ask for death so as not to face disgrace?” Ozul asked curiously.

Like a dead man standing, Cyril sluggishly nodded his head as if he had given up already. For him, there was no chance of escaping alive after incurring the wrath of a Rank-9 Mage.

From the last clash, he had concluded that Ozul was indeed a Rank-9 for some ridiculous reasons. And he had seen the brutalities of the monarchs at Rank-9 with his own eyes, so it was safe to say that dying a quick death was much better.

Not to mention that dying by the hands of a Rank-9 Mage who was also an assassin did not seem to be so disgraceful. The more Cyril thought about it, the more resolute he became.

Though Ozul did not know what he was thinking, he was aware of the continually growing emotions. It was a wonder to him for how such a person who gave up this easily could ever reach Rank-8.

Contrary to what Ozul thought, he did not understand the difference between a Rank-8 and Rank-9 Mage was not so trivial that could be overcome with schemes. So the moment that Cyril and Mark had realized his real rank, they had given up on all of that.

”Why do you think you have the right to ask me to kill you?” Ozul asked with his brows a little raised.

When Cyril heard his question, he widened his eyes for a moment before they returned to being listless.

”What do you want to do with us then?” Mark asked with concern. He understood that the consequences of provoking someone of such caliber wouldn't be so light.

”Stand up, lead me to your base... I don't care about anything else,” Ozul said with a lazy tone. He truly meant what he said.

When the duo heard his words, they stared at him for a while to confirm that he was not some psychopath who liked to mess with the minds of his targets before ruthlessly crushing them. Fortunately for them, Ozul did not seem to be joking.

Their worries were not baseless since they themselves had seen too much of this world. Being Rank-8 assassins, there was almost no gore that they hadn't been familiar with. But experiencing it for themselves was not the same as just being familiar with it.

They also couldn't help but worry since Rank-9 Mages were generally known to be much more eccentric than others. Their existence being only under Rank-10 did not help their willful attitude.

So there was practically nothing stopping Rank-9 Mages from doing as they pleased.

The duo also assumed that such was the reason for Ozul not instantly killing them. He was a Rank-9 Mage, and maybe he really did not care about their pathetic lives even when the difference between them was of just one rank.

But they did not get discouraged or take this as an insult. Rather, they were happy that they did not have to die today. Cyril's bitterness had vanished the moment he had realized that Ozul was a Rank-9.

Without even letting them a chance to say anything, Ozul turned around and started walking away. It was a wonder to him how their hostility had vanished in an instant.

'Is something wrong with my sensing?' Ozul thought to himself.

Though he did not put much thought into it and just shrugged it off. If they had any animosity left even after what had just happened, then he could always kill them.

”Stand up. I don't have time,” Ozul urged as he sensed some people rushing towards this area.

They had gotten quite far from the city, but the magnitude of the battle had caused Mana waves to spread kilometers away. There was bound to be someone who noticed this.

He did not want to deal with even more humans, so he hastened his pace.

The duo hurriedly stood up. They did not want to anger him any further since that could cause him to change his mind. Their lives depended on whether this person had a sudden change or mind, so they wanted to please him as much as they could.

They took some pills to heal the four small holes on their hands and feet before quickly following behind Ozul.

Clara followed up as well. She had spectated everything from afar. Although she hadn't heard their conversation, she had seen the whole fight, which looked like a one-sided tantrum at best after the conclusion.

She might not know everything about the higher ranks, but she was aware of what bullying Rank-8 Mages like this indicated.

As much as she did not want to believe that someone who looked around her age could be a Rank-9 Mage, the truth was before her eyes.

'Maybe this was also the reason that no one has yet to feel any Mana from him?' Clara thought to herself.