There was an eerie silence in the king's clamber.
The situation has not changed. The opponent was [The World], who could alter this personal reality with his words. Needless to say, I am a victim of that power and now I'm floating in the air with my back touching the ceiling.
In addition, the temperature seemed to have increased a few degrees. It was not a natural phenomenon but one born from the Territory Lord's anger. Of course, this world was created by the Territory Master so it's natural that it would respond according to his will and subconsciousness.
And that person, Ollerus Izzard, was glaring at a certain someone like an arrogant king whose subjects refused to obey him.
At the moment, I couldn't help but think he looked an overheated kettle.
"You bastard, do you know what you have done?"
"Hmm. And what exactly did I do wrong, your Majesty? Or could it be that was the limit of your power?"
