"Ares...is dead?"
Someone couldn't help but speak up, and at that moment, Ulmanis, seated upon the high platform, suddenly stood, his sharp gaze enveloping Kenneth.
"There's something wrong with his sword."
Another voice echoed, "It should be related to that man." As he spoke, his gaze had already shifted to Roger.
"All of this is within the rules." Ulmanis concluded the matter definitively.
"I..."
Kenneth's mouth opened wide, then he glanced at Roger, somewhat at a loss.
He loathed everything Ares had said, yet seeing his own father die by his hand, his feelings were a mix of complexity.
"He is not dead." Roger spoke.
And at that moment, Ares's headless body sprang up, his entire form flowing like liquid, quickly forming a new head.
"What kind of weapon is that? Perfect strategy!!"
Ares was furious.
"I will not be careless again next time!"
