The Western World, somewhere,
there stands a grand ancient castle.
This castle covers an area comparable to a large villa district, filled with an ancient and sacred aura.
It is as if a giant beast is crouching here, bestowing an unparalleled majesty.
Anyone in front of it would feel an overwhelming sense of insignificance.
BANG!!!
In a room of this castle.
The sound of a cup shattering broke the silence.
At this moment, a brown-haired man in a black tuxedo stood angrily.
Before him lay shards of broken glass.
The man's handsome face twisted into a grimace.
An oppressive aura of despair emanated from him.
The air in the entire room seemed to freeze.
At this moment, two men knelt in front of this man.
Their bodies trembled, cold sweat on their foreheads, eyes filled with fear.
"Honorable one, please calm yourself!!!"
The two men bowed their heads as they spoke.
"Calm?"
"My son Lawler is dead, and you tell me to calm down!!!"
