An ancient and great soul descended upon this ordinary house.
Fallen Wings transformed into a dragon-like metallic armor, covering Inez's body. Only a gap remained at the helmet, hiding two fierce pale flames.
Inez's voice was low and proud:
"World, long time no see, I smell the scent of little Arthur, but where are her knights and wizard? It seems like, apart from my silly son, everyone else is not in this country?"
The Wicked Dragon scoffed creepily:
"Heh, heh, heh, as expected, I knew it. Arthur's way as the King of Knights has lost to my tyrannical path. She must be lonely now."
Hewitt responded:
"Arthur fell into a deep sleep, but even so, after all these years, many people are still willing to follow her. Yet no one remains loyal to you."
The Wicked King was somewhat surprised. King Arthur had indeed fallen into sleep.
Nevertheless, he didn't show his thoughts and from within the armor, his voice remained prideful:
"Did I permit you to speak?"
