The maze was built starting with the mother skeleton replenishing its magic.

Holy crap, arcane knowledge!

Lance found a spot near the wall and torches, sat down, and continued reading.

"Mr. Lance, can you read human writing?" Angelica asked curiously as she leaned closer.

"I can understand it now."

After Lance finished answering, he looked up at Angelica, who had placed her hands on her lower abdomen, looking obedient.

After a moment's hesitation, he asked, "You want to see it too?"

"Uh-huh!"

She nodded repeatedly.

"Come sit over and watch with me."

"Great!"

So, the two skeletons, one big and one small, got together and started reading the dead man's diary.

"

The Third Age, Year 149, July 15th.

They are all fools.

It's unbelievable that in the capital city, people actually believe things like "children born to magicians are born with magical talent."

The thought of those married women slowly succumbing to magic is thrilling.

If Lance remembers correctly, Angelica died in the 147th year of the Third Age.

In other words, two years have passed since her death?

"Turn the page quickly! Mr. Lance is reading so slowly! Do you want me to read it to you?"

The little skeleton beside Lance kept shaking his arm, almost frantic.

Lance turned to a new page.

"

August 25th.

I met an extraordinary woman today; she deserves to be the subject of my diary entry.

She was practically the embodiment of Linovie, like the first autumn crocus in the mountains at dawn, with the pleasant scent of jasmine emanating from her.

I want to give up my habit of liking married women for her sake.

I want to marry her.

"Linovie is a pillar goddess symbolizing beauty and love!" Angelica explained, then urged, "Mr. Lance, turn the page quickly!"

"What's the rush?" Lance said with a laugh.

Then the next page was turned.

"

August 26th.

It turns out she was already married; she was the wife of an Imperial sergeant major.

Ah... I like her even more now.

......

August 27th.

The hypnotic magic scroll has taken effect.

Her body was as delicious as fruit covered in morning dew, more delicious than anything I had ever eaten before.

She is mine now.

......

August 28th.

Damn it! Why did this idiot husband have to come home now of all times?!

You deserved to be killed by me!

Good riddance!

That way I can be with her for the rest of my life!

......

August 28th.

run away.

He was wanted by the entire city and could no longer stay in the capital.

"You stupid sergeant major."

All of this was on a single page, and Lance swore he was trying his best to hold back his laughter.

From the peak of his life to fleeing, only one day had passed.

It's hard to imagine what this "wife hunter" was thinking at the time.

However, this also explains why he is a wanted criminal; the crime of murdering an Imperial Sergeant must be serious.

The next diary entry was three months later.

"

November 20th.

I've come up with a brilliant idea.

Pretending to be an adventurer, I hid in the labyrinth; the imperial guards would never guess I was hiding there.

I'll come out again when things calm down; by then, nobody will remember me.

I need to hire a skilled adventurer as a guide, preferably one with a criminal record, so that even if my identity is exposed, I can still double-cross him. It would be best to also hire a priest to ensure safety.

Also, I miss her.

'

This is the penultimate diary entry, which explains why the wanted criminal appeared in the maze.

Looking at it this way, of the four people in the maze, only two were actually wanted criminals.

The highest-ranking hunter was an adventurer, while the priest died in the boss room.

"

November 22nd.

In Byrondin, the capital city of Enneman, I encountered a woman who claimed to be the Witch of Balzaha.

She said that as long as I offered up my suffering, I would receive God's blessing.

funny.

My life has been one of pure pleasure; I have no pain to offer to that demon of pain.

Coincidentally, she was also on the run from capture, and when I invited her to come along, she refused.

She's quite pretty, but unfortunately, she's too aloof.

And she's not a married woman.

Sigh, I miss her again.

'

This is the last diary entry.

It wasn't nearly as good as before.

It was an unfinished project.

Lance closed his diary, turned to look at Angelica beside him, and found her in a daze.

"Anjie..."

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

The scream nearly shattered Lance's skull.

After that, Angelica went crazy, grabbing Lance's arms and shaking them repeatedly.

"A witch! Berzaha's witch!"

"I saw it." Lance pushed Angelica away. "So?"

"No! It's a witch!" Angelica, who had just been pushed away, rushed back in, shaking Lance's arm. "That's it! The hunt! The church! The witch! I'm going to die!"

Angelica was momentarily speechless.

But from the few words he uttered, Lance seemed to have gotten some clues.

"Quiet down!" he snapped.

Angelica clutched her skull with both hands, the soul fire in her eyes flickering rapidly, as if frantically searching for memories and linguistic logic from her past life.

Once it had completely quieted down, Lance slightly increased the distance between them and pointed to the diary.

"I ask, you answer, understand?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Is the witch mentioned in the diary someone your church is hunting down?"

"Uh-huh!"

"So 'she is being hunted' means that she is being hunted by the Frey Church and has already fled to a city called Byrondin."

"Uh-huh!"

"Then, two years ago you participated in the pursuit mission and sacrificed yourself in the process, also because of this witch."

"That time it was against a group of witches!"

"Could this witch be one of the witches who slipped through the net from the previous group?"

"Mmm! Mr. Lance is amazing!"

To be honest, Lance was somewhat impressed with his own comprehension skills.

This is no less than fabricating something out of thin air that is identical to the truth.

"Then I have a question." Lance held up a finger, "What heinous things have these witches done that you have to exterminate them like this?"

"Mr. Lance, you don't understand!"

Angelica unusually adopted a very serious expression.

She knelt in front of Lance, placed her hands on her thighs, and pointed to the ground, gesturing for Lance to sit down.

Then, without any joking, he explained the reason.

"Belzaha is the demon god who governs pain and despair. His witches spread a curse called the Blood Curse, which transforms those cursed into terrifying beasts that destroy everything in their sight."

"There was once a prosperous city, but due to the outbreak of the blood curse, it became a dead city overnight..."

"That does sound pretty bad," Lance said, stroking his chin. "But what is the witch's purpose in spreading the blood curse?"

"Without purpose."

"You just don't know, do you?"

"No, no, that's not true!"

Miss Angelica, you are not suited to lying.

Cults never act without a purpose. Generally speaking, these individuals are more disciplined and have stronger convictions than those who claim to be righteous.

It's not about destroying the world, it's about realizing one's own extreme ideals.

Thinking about it this way, Lance realized that he knew very little about the belief system of this world.

"Angelica, how many gods are there in this world?"

"The eight pillar gods and eight demon gods are..."

"Alright, stop it." Lance interrupted her.

There are a total of sixteen gods, which means that to understand these gods, Lance needs to memorize sixteen tongue-twisting names.

What kind of torture is this!

Can't you think of some simple ways to remember it?

For example, Berzaha is like Beckham.

Frey, that's Little Frey.

"Mr. Lance! We must get this message out!" Angelica's soulfire seemed to leap from her eyes in urgency. "The witch is in Byrondin, the capital city of the southern province of Aeneman! If the blood curse spreads there, it will be disastrous!"

She was very anxious.

"These are all the work of Little Fu's followers, and the diary is outdated; they might have already caught the witch."

"You're a maze skeleton now, don't worry about these things."

Lance waved his hand and spoke slowly and deliberately.

No boss likes an employee who still thinks about their old company after switching jobs.

"Little Frey?" Angelica tilted her head, then froze. "Yes, are you talking about the goddess Frey?"

"Yes, it's easier to remember that way."

Oh my god...

Like a bolt from the blue, Angelica was completely stunned.

She had never seen such blasphemy.

I've never seen it before.

"You've rested enough, let's get back to work."

Lance stood up and, seeing that Angelica was still stiff as a fossil, simply reached out and lifted her up, heading deeper into the maze.

After a long while, Angelica finally came to her senses and quietly corrected Lance.

"Mr. Lance, even though you are a monster, please at least address Him by His name."

"Can't I call her Xiao Fu?"

"That is the goddess who controls the sky and storms. She blesses ships at sea and ensures adventurers have a smooth journey. She is a benevolent deity."

"Alright, I'll respect your beliefs for now, Goddess Frey," Lance sighed.

Even though he's become a skeleton and his prayers are met with backlash, he still hasn't forgotten his former faith.

Oh well, let her be.

Seeing that Lance was willing to compromise, Angelica breathed a sigh of relief, but her feelings were complicated.

This was Lance giving her face, not giving face to that deity.

Her influence is greater than that of the goddess Frey.

I am terrified!

Then, turning her gaze forward, she saw Lance carrying her through one cavern after another.

"Are we going to fight the walkers again?" she asked.

"No," Lance shook his head, "This time I'm going to fight the lord."