"Who exactly are you?"
"Why did you attack Duke Charles?"
Outside the Duke Charles' manor in the imperial capital, Leslie, clad in an extravagant golden robe and crowned, stared at the figure in a black cloak opposite her, her expression stern as she questioned him.
The black-cloaked figure slowly raised his head, revealing a face covered in eerie black tattoos, exuding a terrifying aura of decay.
As this aura swept through the area, the cobblestones on the street, the high walls on either side, and even the corpses he had killed, rapidly decayed, emitting a foul stench.
Even Leslie's gaze upon him felt like it had crossed ancient time, becoming distorted and blurred.
In the face of Leslie's questioning, the figure, who was Taylor, the Grandmaster-tier Archbishop of one of the top sects in Pyrothrone Kingdom—Sect of the Scorched Silence—did not respond to her. Instead, he looked at the young queen before him with some surprise.
