"Can I only go to the Imperial City?" Lord Reine furrowed his brow.
"Not necessarily. Perhaps you could try seeking Archbishop Mingster to see if he could help dispel the mark through a prayer ceremony,"
"Don't worry too much about it, Lord Reine. I sense a wild, restless power in this mark."
"The effect of this mark generally makes you increasingly irritable, and eventually, you completely lose yourself."
"However, due to the significant loss of strength in your opponent, the intensity of the mark isn't very high—more a subtle, gradually transformative influence. It will take a few months, maybe even half a year, to slowly alter your temperament."
Lord Reine nodded in understanding.
What a sinister mark.
This type of mark, more stealthy than the typical curses that impair physical abilities, was much harder to guard against.
If he didn't have the system pane, he wouldn't even know he had been affected.
But, with a few months to spare, there wasn't a need to hurry.
