Suddenly, a voice came from the side.
Lord Viscount turned his head, and found a figure descending from the sky, riding a Griffin.
He knew this person, a fellow noble, though one with considerable power as a Professional.
"No! It can't possibly be the work of the Red-eyed Black King! How could an Evil Dragon have such terrifying abilities? This must be the Wrath of God! King Laine must have done something to anger the Divine Being for this to happen!
That damned fool!"
Lord Viscount shouted in disbelief.
"Let's hope that's the case, at least then we might still be saved," the noble sitting on the Griffin said with a bitter smile.
"It must be that way!"
"Whatever the case, it seems a visit to Black King City is in order."
"Go... to Black King City?"
"Aren't you going? I mean, if this... truly is the work of the Red-eyed Black King, and we ultimately don't go to Black King City, then the consequences would be unbearable, wouldn't they?"
"Y-yes... this..."
