Everything happened too fast.
For everyone present, they had never seen such bizarre Transformation, nor witnessed a real Life-taking Spell. Black Magic on this Continent was more like an obscure legend, a mix of curses, bewitchment, and mental hypnosis.
But Roy took less than twenty seconds, killing Theodore in front of the Archbishop.
She stood on the judgment platform, surrounded by mist, her face blurred and indistinct. And the most important heir of Valtorre became an empty shell, tumbling down the steps in an unusually awkward, twisted posture, crashing at the Minister of Internal Affairs' feet.
Claude Howard—this stern-faced middle-aged man, who was originally cast to denounce Roy for harming his beloved son—acted as if he'd been struck by fever, letting out strange cries, kicking away Theodore's corpse. The next moment, recovering from the great shock, he realized what he had done, his face turning pale as he collapsed to the ground.
"Your Highness, Your Highness..."
