The flames in the fireplace leaped, making crackling noises from time to time.
Franco sat in his wheelchair, staring blankly at the pitch-black night sky outside the window.
This was the darkest moment before dawn. The night shrouded the land, quietly concealing the killings, sins, and bloodshed.
Footsteps came from behind him, but Franco didn't turn around.
"Father, all the fires have been put out. The chaos at Phoenix Butterfly Fort has also been completely quelled," reported Count Morrison, coming up behind the wheelchair.
Franco still looked out of the window, emotionless, and said, "Have you found out anything about the enemy yet?"
Count Morrison shook his head, his expression solemn, "No. These invaders were fearless, we couldn't capture any of them alive.
However, all the invaders we killed were professionals. There were troll samurais, human knights, and of course warriors. Some even recognized a knight from the Eastern Region."
