If that's the case, no matter how many Legendary Mages come, it would all be in vain, even if they are the elite among these Legendary Mages.
Ludwig's face darkened as he scanned the crowd. Saina's guess was right: in the last two years, or to be more precise, the last year, some changes had occurred to him—he was no longer purely human.
He had transplanted the bloodline of a Devil, half-human, half-demon, only waiting to set foot in Hell to become a true Devil.
Long ago, Ludwig had been making eyes at the Prussian Upper Echelons, their relationship ambiguous, initially to expand the number of followers and to solidify power while taking the opportunity to reap some benefits.
Storage facilities couldn't keep burning down forever; taking private jobs for a quick buck was the real deal.
As the collaboration deepened, Prussia's appetite grew larger, mentioning the Devil's Container and asking Ludwig for some technical assistance.
