——However, just at this moment.
From within the chest of Valentine VII, suddenly a slender hand burst through!
It grabbed the pigeon, ignoring its desperate struggles, and strangled it to death.
In the violent struggle, its feathers, far more numerous than its body, fluttered throughout the entire room... That was the shredded soul of the old King.
"Uh, uh..."
The white-haired old King watched all this in astonishment, but now he was unable to say anything at all.
Immediately after, his chest ripped open further, while his stomach swelled and bulged.
"—I told you, you only had one chance. You can go this far, but no further."
A clear and naive youthful voice sounded: "If you can't kill me... don't be too greedy. It's your own lack of preparation—"
Following that, a blonde young boy, looking around eleven or twelve years old, crawled out from the old King's swollen belly.
Apart from a more youthful appearance, this was Pengbonazi himself!
