—The Grand Lockhart Royal Palace—
Location: Dafaren, Veinitta.
A few passing guards were just about to change his shift, when they suddenly heard an eerie laugh that seemed ghost-like, coming from the Audience hall.
The stream of laughter had the magical ability to grip one's heart, leaving it hanging on a thread.
What's going on?
Many had the intuition of death hovering around them.
"Can… Can it be that someone has released a cursed spirit to hunt the Palace grounds?"
"I… You might be right."
"Hey, this… Well... I, a Dafaren royal guard of the 5th order, can never be afraid of anything. Huh… Only weaklings like you can fear measly spirits."
"Pooh! What are you trying to say? Are you calling me a weakling? Okay, then why don't you look convincing with those shaking legs of yours?"
"Bah! My legs are cold, that's all! Who told you that only fear can make your legs shake?"
"You–"
