"The Count of Torrentfort is a loyalist!"
"The Marquess of Norwich is a loyalist!"
"The Marquis of Neville is also a loyalist!"
When his gaze turned to those timid members of the Royalist Party, he couldn't help but snort coldly:
"If these nobles and ministers could be like those three, why would I need to personally suppress the rebellion? Wouldn't it be better to spend that time with my beauty?
They are all cowardly and useless!"
He raised his hand to untie his cloak and, along with his King's Right Hand, actively confronted The Kingmaker Warwick, speaking coldly:
"It's time to make an end.
If I can cut you down, those remnants of Lancaster who don't know their place will be of no concern. My Phantom Fleet can exhaust him to death."
Bzzz—!
A circle of luminous golden crown appeared above his head, but it was intermittently incomplete by half.
A similar crown appeared above Warwick's head, also missing half.
