His spiritual power reached out, and what it perceived was an utterly cold and opposing concept.
It was not the Second Princess who, born of the Royal Family, had sworn to purge the rebels and restore the greatness of the Fresta Empire.
Nor was it the Knight King, who, commanding respect on the battlefield, unexpectedly revealed a compassionate side off the field, earning the admiration and worship of thousands.
As Silvia had guessed, the figure standing before her was a stranger, their original features no longer discernible.
It was the lofty King of the Imaginary Zone, like a god.
Therefore— Shiayar spoke softly, "King. I have come to escort you to your death."
...
BOOM—
The golden sword flared with sudden brilliance, piercing the magnificent metal wall.
The throne room wall, fashioned from the hardest steel and designed to withstand the full-force assault of a Titled Rank powerful pro, was now as frail as tofu before the fierce sword light.
