After a while, someone quietly stepped into the castle, which was already shrouded in smoke, blood, death, and wails.
This person directly bypassed the crowd of wailing people and headed to the highest point.
The entrance to the banquet hall.
The battle had already ended.
Sandro was dead, and Ethan stood undefeated.
Behind him was a ruined banquet hall, filled with sprawled people.
At that moment, Ethan seemed like a king.
"We meet again, Ethan."
The person who came was, of course, Solomon, who arrived as if tearing through the air.
He glanced at the deceased Sandro and then turned his gaze to Ethan.
"Indeed, we meet again, Lord Solomon."
Ethan showed no sign of retreat, calm as if he had anticipated Solomon's arrival.
"So, can you tell me what exactly happened here?"
"Which version do you wish to hear? The official narrative or the unofficial one?"
Ethan didn't answer directly, instead presenting this question.
