Morion threw a trembling woman into the center of the court. Her clothes were pristine—untouched by blood or wound—but her expression told a different story.
Eyes wide, body shaking, she looked as though she'd just stared into the abyss and barely returned alive.
"So!" Morion bounced with excitement, clasping her hands like a sweet and innocent child.
"You promised me more sweets, remember? The ones from the human realm? Can I have them now?"
Claude's gaze snapped toward the doors—just in time to see the anti-magic barrier shatter like glass.
A gust of mana surged through the hall.
His servants burst in with urgency.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty!" Vulture shouted, panting.
"It took longer than expected to break the barrier!" Relief washed over his face when he saw Claude unharmed.
"Your Majesty!" Sun followed close behind, eyes blazing. "Where is the enemy? I'll take them all down!"
