Above the royal palace, Jake had his arms folded as he watched the inner garden. Yvonne, Bors and Zevik floated a few meters away from him, also paying attention.
At this moment, a foreign mana signature shot upwards from an unused water well at the center of the vast garden. It was one of the exits from the underground dungeon!
Two contrasting figures flew upward from the well, landing on the soft field of grass. One was a middle-aged crowned man with a strikingly familiar appearance, while the other was relatively young with a thin, angular face.
Although the latter man looked like a homeless tramp, everyone's expressions turned grim after seeing him.
"Great." Dominik looked up, seemingly delighted. "We have visitors."
"Invaders, you mean." A sudden whisper sounded beside him, causing the cursed prince to narrow his eyes.
"Estrovien!" Dominik flicked his left hand while simultaneously chanting an occult word.
