"Rat, how did you survive? Decades ago, I should have completely killed you." Raphael did not immediately struck to kill. He hovered in the air as if a cat playing with a mouse, casually conversing with the Gentleman.
The oppressive aura intensified as Raphael frowned, causing Mr. Gentleman's form to tremble. His mask shattered, and even the skeleton beneath his body was in imminent danger with the appearance of cracks.
In the void, a broken black crown appeared above the Gentleman's head, shadows emerging within it, struggling against Raphael's power.
"Oh, the crown of the Magical Beast Clan, resurrected by borrowing the power of its ruler? Transformed into what is now a Lich." Raphael's gaze swept over the broken crown atop the Gentleman's head. "With magical beasts now extinct, only you, who once inflicted excruciating torment on my kind, are worthy of donning this crown of sin. I should have thought of it earlier, rat."
