Amidst the latter's screams.
Phily spat out another mouthful of black fog to envelop it.
Then…
He took the skull of the wild boar king and said to the latter,
"I'm sure you'll find a suitable skull, won't you?"
The Wild Boar King hid in the black fog, curled up in fear, and his soul fire was unbelievably calm. The consciousness that surged towards Matthew through the Death Contract was also filled with attachment and obedience like never before.
"If you can't find a replacement, for the time being, I still have many in my palace. You can try your luck."
Said Phily.
The Wild Boar King stood up while trembling. Together with the bone dragon that he had knocked down, they slowly headed towards the King's Palace in the depths of the valley under the cover of the black fog.
Matthew smiled and patted Phily's side profile.
"You're becoming more and more like a king."
