Once Lareina was gone, Azrael clutched his chest and coughed. Feeling a weight trail down the corner of his lips, he lifted his finger and touched it. On his pale fingers, there was blood that looked almost purplish.
He calmly wiped it away and lifted his right hand and his long ice sword condensed in his palm. The sword was surrounded by a deathly chill and a black thick aura that gradually spread around the inn. It extended beyond the entire area around the inn and kept spreading.
Upstairs, Astra, who was arranging the equipment of disguise in her bag, looked up at Rune who was reading a training method scroll, ''That's the gen… prince's sword aura!"
Rune had already been alerted.
