The door swung open.
In came a man dressed in a black robe. He carried a staff in his right hand, a gigantic crystal at its tip. Due to his hood, his face remained mysterious and hidden. And yet, his entire presence radiated a stinking aura of death.
"Old Man Great, guard the door outside," the Duke of Oltaf said, entering the room after him.
"…"
Without answering, the man called Old Man Great walked out of the room and closed the door.
Silence permeated the room.
"Hehehehe… I finally have you all for myself."
The Duke walked closer to the bed and watched the First Princess of Jeova's sleeping face. He ran his hands through his own flesh, feeling a tingling excitement at having her all for himself.
"I do not know what that RainGum bastard used to drug you… but it doesn't matter. I have you all the same. Muhahahaha!"
He leaned forward, placing his nose right above her chest. "Mmmm! You smell so good! …I'm glad this room is sealed from sounds. No one will hear you scream!"
