Shire has no choice.

At the beginning, he didn't give him any choice, and now he can no longer look back.

Although the scepter is magical at the moment, its effect is limited, and it is ultimately an external object.

He can rely on this thing to "run" for a while, but he cannot truly improve himself.

The church magic in the main world is a good choice, but when he joined, he had already started practicing black magic, and the high exchange "cost" was also timid.

The necromancer's identity, or the identity of a black wizard, can quickly enhance his self-protection ability.

So those words were both for the sparrows and for themselves.

When he came to this strange world, he had only one goal, and went home.

How to get home?

He didn't know, but it was always right to improve his strength - relatively speaking, staying here would only waste his time.

What's there at home?

Shire didn't know, but at least he knew one thing. After he went back, he would not be alone as he was now.

...

After making a choice, his determination became even greater, but his mood became very unbeatable. When he entered the Red Fort and walked on a certain road back to the Prime Minister's Tower, his inner depression quickly turned into anger.

A group of soldiers quickly surrounded him who had walked to the corner. A knight in armor stepped forward, his voice trembling but firmly shouting at him:
Chapter completed!