This is the place.
Looking at the luxurious hotel in front of him, the man raised his head, a hint of somber red radiance flashing in his eyes.
"Finally found you, the True Ancestor Princess."
Muttering to himself, there wasn't a trace of emotion on the man's face.
As someone who once belonged to the Wandering Sea, Nero Chaos had long since stopped showing his emotions... no, ever since he abandoned his human form and became a Dead Apostle, emotions were nothing more than a burden to him.
The reason he came to this Far East land this time was due to an order given by Duke Tevanum Whitewing, who was also one of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors.
Eliminate the True Ancestor Princess.
Of course, Nero was well aware of the reason behind this.
The Twenty-Seven Dead Apostle Ancestors.
Existences at the pinnacle of the Bloodline Species ruling over this world, among the Twenty-Seven Ancestors, there exists a nominal dominator and an actual dominator.
