The young man dusted off his torn cloak that provided no protection, compared to the clothes of the Hounds.
While the hounds were wearing clothes that were reinforced by the magic of the Rottenheim Family, the young man had clothes so ordinary that it looked like he had bought them from some random stall.
Just as he was about to step down the mountain of rubble, he noticed a figure that was flying in his direction. It was Anya that had taken the brunt of an attack, being sent flying.
Instead of catching Anya, he simply stepped aside, her figure flying past him, crashing on the rubble.
"Are you alright?" the young man innocently asked, reaching out his hand to help the girl.
The girl looked at him with a frown, not understanding who this crazy person was. He was in the middle of the battle for no apparent reason.
Normally, an ordinary person should have run away at the sight of a battle of this intensity, but he was still here?
She could feel that he was a two circle mage, but that was an insignificant strength in the Northern Continent.
He was so weak that she couldn't even use him as bait to delay the hounds as she attempted to escape. In her eyes, the young man couldn't even distract the hounds for a single second before dying.
With her dragon being restricted and the Hounds being prepared, it was looking even less likely that she might survive.
Instead of running away and getting stabbed in the back, she made up her mind. Even if she had to burn her life here, she was going to kill the hounds.
She was going to make the Rottenheim Family suffer the loss of their strongest force.
"Run away, kid. That is, if you don't want to die." She pushed the young man aside, walking past him.
Even she didn't understand why she was telling this insignificant person to run away. It wasn't as if his life or death had any meaning for her.
The young man was killed right away in a brutal manner. Even if he was as insignificant as an ant, the Hound didn't go easy.
They had been trained since their childhood to be killers of the Rottenheim Family. The first thing they learned during their training was to kill quickly and painfully.
Even if she was a wounded tiger, Anya had managed to kill one of the Hounds when she started giving it her all. However, the situation was just as bad for her. With each passing second, more and more wounds were appearing on her body.
She also caught sight of the young man being killed. However, she didn't feel any pity for him. She only felt that he was a foolish man.
Then again, she understood that it was already too late for him. Even if he had tried running away, his fate would have stayed the same.
The hound turned around after killing the going man, returning to reinforce the other hounds against Anya.
He didn't notice the body and the head of the young man disappear. Instead, a completely intact body appeared. He looked completely unharmed, still in the torn robe that looked just like it had a few moments ago.
"That hurt." The young man sat up, rubbing his throat that still felt the pain of being ripped apart.
If anyone else was to notice him, they would have been surprised to see that a dead man had returned to life. Just as surprising was the fact that he had become a three star mage.
"What? Only a D grade reward? What do you mean the death wasn't significant enough?" the young man complained out loud, catching the attention of the Hounds.
Let alone the Hounds, even Anya was looking at him as if he was a ghost.
"Should I have them kill me again? Then again, I don't know if it will count as a higher grade. I suppose I can only take what I'm given and look for a more epic way to die so I can get more strength."
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Unaware about the changes in the Northern Continent, Eren had reached the Holy Church, looking quite upset as he came to realize what the Holy Church was doing to the people who had lost their faith in them.