“You, Micah, the Corrupt Priest of St. Winthrop Church, Number 4 of the Hell’s Court, Wielder of Avarice, King of the Underworld Trafficking Ring, the person who kidnapped my younger sister, and almost sold her to filthy pedophilic nobles, dares to suggest an alliance with me? You must have lost your mind if you thought I would ever say yes.”

Uh oh.

I completely forgot that Micah was evil. Why did I think he was going to accept again?

“You better turn around, leave this place and never let me see your face ever again.”

“W-w-wait, Vincent—“ 

“Oh? Is the battle over Vincent?” A new voice appeared suddenly from behind you.

You turned around suddenly to see a man, with  blond platinum hair, wearing an intricate long beige overcoat, unbuttoned revealing his black inner shirt as well as white tie and vest. His red eyes glanced back and forth between Vincent and I.

“You’re late. I almost didn’t make it,” Vincent complained, though he appeared to be completely relaxed after seeing that. I, however, am feeling the opposite of that.

Although his role was that of a supporting character, I recognized this man almost immediately. He didn’t appear much in the novel, but when he did, it’s usually in a dangerous battle where Vincent is half dead.

Hearing Vincent’s comment, all the light-haired man did was shrug, it seems that he didn’t have any explanation as to why he’s late.

“And who is this beautiful man if I may ask?” He then gave you a glance from head to toe, “Looks like a priest, but looks maybe deceiving,” He continued.

“If this was any normal day, I would have asked you to defeat him for me right now,” Vincent shaked his head, “This man is Greed, Hell’s Court member,”

Oh come on, did he really need to introduce me like that?

“Enemy then..? But you both aren’t attacking each other,” 

You are currently trapped between both of them, with you currently facing the just-arrived man, and with Vincent behind you. Though Milo is facing Vincent’s way, still baring his teeth, ready to attack anytime.

It’d be best to not try anything funny. Or act suspicious. You know what this platinum blond haired man is capable of.

“Though this is hardly the place and time to have a conversation, looking at you, you’re barely keeping your head up, Vincent,” the man observed, “Let’s take this conversation somewhere more… suitable,”

The mysterious man then raised his right hand, and snapped his finger.

I could feel a magic circle appearing on the ground below me, then a gust of wind appeared as fast as it disappeared. Suddenly, I am no longer standing in the damp and dark cave anymore.

“Here we are, a better place to have conversation,”

It seems that the man had teleported the three of us back somewhere. The room that I currently am standing in seems to be a fancy living room, with plush carpet, antique decorations and expensive looking furniture.

Vincent immediately collapsed out cold after being teleported in, earning an ‘oh dear’ from his friend. It seems like the man is still currently bleeding out.

I quickly reached over to help him, and his friend here doesn’t seem to mind, and let me continue. So I put my hands where the wound seemed deepest, and began pouring my healing magic.

Micah’s specialty, healing magic is not a normal healing magic, it’s rather a byproduct of him being a priest. From childhood, he found out that he was blessed by the gods, no matter what he did, bad or good things. His healing power is also a sign that the gods favored him, sending him the power to create miracles.

After the wound closed and all his scars disappeared, Vincent’s pulse began to stabilize and his breathing returned to normal. It seems that he’s exhausted and has fallen asleep in the process.

Seeing this, his friend carried him up and gently laid Vincent’s sleeping body to the couch.

Now the man turned his attention back to me, snapped his fingers again, teleporting some freshly made tea, and snacks on the table. He then continued to sit down on the other couch.

“Have a seat, let’s have a proper conversation now, shall we?”