Tap…tap
The sound of heels clashing against concrete echoed in the hallway as Charlotte made her way into the octagonal hall with the Crimson Knights behind her.
Her expression unreadable, she remained poised as she found Damian lying on the meeting table with his gaze facing the ceiling.
Judging from his aura, he seemed quite weakened, drawing Charlotte's attention.
Acknowledging her presence, Damian remarked while still staring at the depictions on the roof. "How did it go?"
"The Silver Knights are all dead."
"..." Damian stayed silent for a moment before asking. "And the Dark Lord?"
"Still alive. He got help from the homunculus."
"I guessed it wouldn't be easy to kill him and take his Authority but it seems we grossly underestimated him."
"No, you aren't at fault." Charlotte conceded with a pained expression. "I underestimated him and due to my anger, ended up making a rookie mistake."
