Six months passed since Ronan left the Demonic Seal Castle, and everything was the same as the puppet servants doing their daily jobs without missing a single day and repeating the same process over and over.
NO.8,430 was also the same as he supervised those nameless puppet servants, but Ace was almost ready to start the foray at Demon Temple.
In these six months, he appeared to be completely NO.8,430 in the day, while at night, he would plan for this foray, and after checking every detail, he was now 70% confident in pulling this foray and escaping before anyone would notice.
Today, Ace was checking the herb gardens daily when his ears perked as he heard a slight commotion from outside. Even though the castle gates were closed, he could still hear the sound of marching knights.
'What is going on?' Ace's eyes flickered with uncertainty, but he pretended to be unfazed by it.
