Speaking of which, Malin looked at the teleportation portal that had opened on the other side of the hall and the man who emerged from it with armored guards, "Ma'am, can you explain to me who he is?"
"White-haired Hemingway Catalia, the royal hound," the elderly lady said, retreating a few steps, "Lord Catalia, I believe there's been a misunderstanding."
"There's no misunderstanding; in my eyes, there's only the murderer, the criminal. Are you ready to be judged?" the man said as he reached out and a guard handed him a two-handed sword.
Malin flicked his wrist, and Fio transformed into a branch, then together with Melo and Lorrin, they formed a two-handed warhammer.
"My lord..." a caster following Catalia recognized the weapon in Malin's hands and attempted to stop his superior, but was pushed aside.
"I will take this sinner's head!" the old man bellowed, his muscles swelling, causing his clothes to burst from the expansion.
