“…!”
“…!”
A long leg emerged from the gate, taking its first step into the Grand Hall.
That alone brought such powerful intimidation and ominous energy that everyone felt as though they were suffocating.
“Ch–Cheli! Sir Shez! It’s dangerous—get back!”
As Marquess Reckandro urgently called her youngest daughter and her friend to retreat, measured footsteps echoed twice more.
Finally, the humanoid demon boss stepped completely out of the gate.
Once the shadows draping over the figure peeled away, a starkly white appearance was revealed—an almost shocking contrast.
“Gasp.”
“Hick.”
The Royal Knights inhaled sharply, their bodies going rigid.
Sure enough, their opponent was clearly not human.
“Hoo… I’ve finally made it out….”
His silver hair gleamed like threads spun from the midday moon; his face was as striking as though carved from moonstone.His eyes shone with a hue like the bluest sea, framed by feathery silver lashes that cast delicate…
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