"What on earth do you want to do?"
It was clear that the old lady demigod had not expected to kill Count Valentin so decisively, turning him into dregs; shocked, she did not continue her assault but stood at a distance, confronting Veheler.
And as she looked at the waves in their unbelievable state, she bit her teeth and let out a hoarse voice.
"Actually, I don't know either; my part is over!"
Veheler, still smiling, even courteously gave a greeting.
In fact, other than the first intervention, he had not made a move since; it was almost as if he watched Count Valentin's destruction with open eyes.
"Are you... Cassandra?"
He strained to make out the face under the hood.
"I didn't expect you to come so far; it seems the Night Watchman really values this."
"Not just me!"
The demigod known as Cassandra had an icy voice.
"You can't run away. Make them stop now, or you are dead."
"Sorry, but I can't."
Veheler glanced at the area below the Lighthouse.
