A figure bathed in flames stood in the sky above the castle. As everyone's horrified and fearful gazes converged on it, the suffocating sulfur smoke, thick with a terrifying heat, finally began to disperse. It revealed a pair of eerily sinister, fiery eyes. Even his hair seemed to be unnaturally ablaze, exuding an incredibly frightening and unparalleled aura of terror.
When he heard Schumacher's clearly neurotic, high-pitched cries from his prostrate form below, a faint smile slowly shaped his lips. His gaze landed on the "Great Meritorious Minister" who had successfully revived him, and his mouth spread into a grin of praise. "Hehe, you've done quite well."
