The filth he spat out was filled with spots of mold and squirming maggots.
After putting on the crown, Jesse—who had regained his calm expression—said to the guard beside him, "Let's go back to the palace."
He ignored the vomiting around him and the screams of the relief team when they realized that maggots were constantly crawling out of the bread and that mold was growing. He turned around and walked toward the Rose Palace.
"Your Grace, Your Grace, there's something wrong…"
The two magic chanters looked at the chaotic surroundings and stood rooted to the ground at a loss.
What was going on?
Jesse, or rather, the existence who used to be a king, ignored the two of them and slowly walked to the Rose Palace not far away, alone.
However, not long after, he stopped.
A blood-stained girl with short hair that reached her ears blocked the door.
