The silence was heavy.
The building collapsing along its slanted cross-section was causing a misalignment. The dying screams of the stone building tumbling down rumbled so much that they pounded on the eardrums painfully.
Even so, no one could open their mouth in this situation.
I, who was grabbing the Sword Duke by the collar and shaking him, the Sword Duke who was dangling from my hand, and even Cien, who had just regained her senses, were the same.
A thud echoed as the building completely collapsed and sank down.
Taking this as a cue, Cien startled awake and shook her head. The vacant smile along with the gesture of pressing her forehead was unusual.
“Hoo, hoo hoo… Sir Ian, I must have heard an auditory hallucination. That wench being my great-uncle…….”
Fortunately, the princess seemed to be experiencing cognitive dissonance.
Well, it was understandable.
The weight contained in the title ‘Empire’s Sword Duke’ was beyond imagination. He was the empire’s strongest warrior and an elder of the imperial family who added gravity to it.
But for him to suddenly transform…