118. (Interlude): 'The winds have turned, and the blood will soon surge. Be prepared. The cursed era has begun.'
"Are you out of your mind, Alice D'Arc?" A booming voice reverberated through the room. Internally, Alice felt a tinge of fear, but she maintained her composure outwardly.
"Do you have any idea how many resources I've invested in you? How many Demon Hunters I've fended off to protect you from the Crimson Burn 2.0 investigation? You are worthless! Utterly worthless! There's a limit to being selfish!" The old man continued his tirade.
The speaker was none other than the Supreme Priest, an elderly man with a long white beard and a wrinkled face. He sat upon a golden throne that surpassed even Ronald D'Fluger's, the king of the Fluger Kingdom.
"You will not marry the King or Damien either! Do you think I will tolerate this any longer? Have you lost your fear of me?" The old man's eyes were bloodshot.
