Chapter 216
He was strong. Truly overwhelming.
Even the Duke of Lancaster, hailed as the continent’s finest swordsman, must have seemed no more than a mere foot soldier before him.
‘Did Father truly triumph over such a monster?’
But when he sought to enter the realm of truth, the Black Duke stood in his way. And triumphed. It wasn’t that he doubted his father’s words. He simply trembled before the absurd power of those who stood at the pinnacle of the Five Spires.
Wizards who manipulate death and history—and such mastery knows no exception, not even for the ‘Blue Shadow’ here or the Celestial Palace itself. The immortal craftsman Frederick likely possesses comparable mastery.
And the Golden Monarch who rules this empire is no exception.
No matter how much stronger he grew, an absurdly vast gap existed for the current Dale to fight these beings on equal footing.
The Divine Sword Bader Orhart was powerful. Yet he could be certain: it was nothing compared to the power wielded by the Tower Masters gathered here.
Even the previous White Mage Tower Lord, defeated by the hero from another realm, was only possible because traitors within their own ranks cooperated. And that traitor was also present here now.
Claiming the title of White Mage bearing the name of the Celestial Throne, the pinnacle of the Sistina Goddess Cult.
“I must express my deepest regret, Charlotte.”
At that very moment, the Crimson Knight bowed his head with a sly smile.
“To cause you to suffer the tragedy of losing your father once more at such a joyous wedding ceremony. It is nothing but regretful!”
