In the spacious hall, on the throne sat a person who, for the past few years, has been the leader of the strongest organization in Daeron.
A tall girl with long red hair and scarlet armor looked at the Black Sun Aristocrat with a sharp look. Her ruby eyes glowed slightly in the darkness like the Vampire had blood magic effects.
"Lycia... I thought attacks from all sides would immediately bombard me as soon as I walked in here. Have you finally learned your manners?" Black Sun Aristocrat said in a careless manner.
"Huh, do you really think I'm that crazy? If we fight here, a stone won't even be left of the city. Remember, I am a ruler, not a destroyer." Lycia said as she stood up and walked slowly toward him.
Blood streams appeared around her hands as her aura intensified several times.
"Well, you're wrong. A dead man can't be a ruler." The Black Sun Aristocrat said in an ice-cold voice before turning into a dark flash.
