-Spurt!
"M-my lord!"
Splurting black blood on the ground, inside a dimly lit room, a figure clenched his heart.
A black silhouette appeared next to Patrich who had just splurted black blood on the ground and hastily helped him sit on his throne.
Though his breath was weak, his presence remained majestic as the servant did not dare utter a single word.
Gripping the armrest of his throne, the patriarch whose figure was now incomparably pale said
"He failed…"
-Crack! -Crack!
Tightening his grip on the armrest, cracks started appearing on the throne as a red glow started emanating from the patriarch's figure.
"…Fortunately because he was much weaker than me, his death has only cost me a small internal injury"
Hearing what the Patriarch had said, the servant worriedly asked
"How long do you need to recuperate?"
"I should be healed in about six months…"
