Chapter 239
A man sat upon the throne within the ducal castle.
As the head of the Saxon Duke’s family, the continent’s foremost dark mage, and the one standing at the pinnacle of the Black Magic Tower.
He was the man known as the Jet-Black Duke.
And before the Duke of Saxony, the vassals serving the ducal house knelt in unison to pay their respects.
“Knight Helmuth Blackbear of the Night Ravens! We humbly greet His Highness, the new Duke of Saxony!”
Kwoong!
Led by Sir Helmut, the Night Raven Knights simultaneously thrust their swords vertically into the ground.
“We greet the Lord of the Black Magic Tower.”
The dark mages welcoming the new pinnacle of the Black Magic Tower were no exception.
“Heh heh, well now. This is why one must always keep their wits about them.”
Master Baro, leader of the Gravewalkers, muttered as if it were someone else’s affair.
Night Raven Knights, black mages trained for combat against the Elders of the Black Tower, and finally the Grave Walkers who lurk utterly in the shadows.
A new order and system existed there.
And from the throne of the ducal castle, the Duke of Saxony silently looked down upon them.
Just as Dale’s father had been before him, Dale was no exception.
To prove himself by defeating the pinnacle of the Black Magic Tower, ascend to that position himself, and inherit the name of the Duke of Saxony.
That night.
The father who had given up his place, Alan of Saxony, once known as the Black Duke, was in the bedroom. He gazed silently out the window of the duke’s castle.
