"Pant… pant… pant…"
Sighing and carrying a body covered in blood, Alaric tiredly leaned against a nearby wall.
"...I am finally here."
And The King was still alive.
Most importantly, his body, other than being slightly exhausted, showed no signs of any injuries.
Not even superficial wounds or serious injuries.
And this blood?
It was the blood of the demons Alaric had killed.
What foolish creatures.
They didn't realize that no matter how many of them rushed in, The King would still be ready to welcome them all.
Thanks to that, he had gained a large amount of experience.
"…Wait here for me, Jeff."
Saying goodbye to the horse, The King entered the castle, more specifically, headed towards that room.
Although Kaelus called it a secret room, in reality, the path to it had no traps at all.
Everything looked extremely normal.
So normal that no one would think that this was the path to the room that held Kaelus's greatest secrets.
"Hah."
