Meanwhile, somewhere in the east wing palace. Zero smiled brightly as he watched the darkness above slowly vanish.
"Oh, my… did she like the gift?" he chuckled in delight. "Of course she did."
"Your Majesty."
Zero peeled his eyes away from the gloomy sky as he turned his head to Tristan. "There you are and you look, oh… that's deep a wound."
He gazed at his right-hand man from head to toe and could instantly tell how intense the battle he got into. Tristan was almost covered in blood, and the most distinct of all was the deep wound across his face.
"He is just as monstrous as they said." Tristan approached Zero, stopping several steps away from him, and planted his fist across his chest. "If the Duke of Grimsbanne didn't die, I am unsure if I will be able to return. My apologies, Your Majesty."
"Why are you apologizing for?"
