[Fakery of Death has activated]
'Finally, he's here.' Ludwig breathed a sigh of relief.
"That won't be needed," the voice sounded like the words of the devil himself as a tall man wearing gothic robes and clothes from head to bottom showed up right next to the old man.
Completely out of thin air, wearing a top hat and a pair of black sunglasses during the dark pitch of the night.
Everyone around the old man drew their weapons.
"IDENTIFY YOURSELF!" the giant man said as he too was surprised by the presence of this person.
"Seems that you're taking good care of my disciple, little brat," the man said who looked at least a third of the old man's age.
"There is only one person who still has the guts to call me a brat in this empire," the old man smiled, "Withdraw your weapons, if he wanted us dead, none of use would have even realized it." The old man said as he turned to face the newcomer.
