Cardmos.
The great first Holy Emperor, once even called a demigod.
Though now reduced to a pitiful state, trapped in the body of a human from the regulated world, his power could not be underestimated.
When we first confronted each other in the main palace, his aura felt almost equal to Father’s.
Not that he thought Father would lose.
But that’s probably not all there is to Cardmos.
There was something more. For some reason, Seongjin was certain of it.
Though obscured by numerous constraints and not clearly discernible, there was undoubtedly a faint tremor beneath—a savage, immense storm of power.
If Cardmos could fully break free from Seo Yi-seo’s body…
No, not just Seo Yi-seo, but if he could escape the Holy Emperor’s coffin entirely. How strong could he become then?
As Seongjin stared blankly at Cardmos, trying to gauge his latent power, Cardmos shouted at him again.
[You there! Are you even listening to me!? Are you daring to ignore me right now!]
“Oh, sorry.”
Were you saying something important to me?
Your usual behavior is so trivial that I didn’t pay much attention to what you were saying.
But before Seongjin could respond further, Cecily snapped at Cardmos.
“Lord Cardmos, why are you suddenly appearing and picking a fight with the wrong person?”
Cecily’s cheeks, usually as clear as…