In the face of death, the king lost all of his hope. If only his ancestor still resided in this world then things would have drastically changed. The position would be reversed and Deo would undoubtedly theirs.
"It is my- ARGH!"
Before he could finish his word, Syvliana thrust her spear toward his right thigh, impaling him to the ground. The soil crackled as numb sensation coursing through his vein. Though his armor was the finest, Gungnir penetrated them like a hot knife to butter.
"Impossible, that weapon is Gungnir?! How can you be the owner of it?!" shouted the king.
He knew that was Luderia's ultimate weapon. There was no way that a little girl like her could possess it. So many questions popped up inside his head.
"Don't tell me, Luderia even lend you their prized treasure?! That old fool,"
"No,"
