Even the official standing beside him hadn't reacted in time. Just as he reached out to catch the king's falling body, he missed by a step and could only watch as his leader hit the ground.
Everyone else at the scene: "..."
Tragic—but no one knew what to say.
So someone muttered under their breath: "Serves him right."
Nueronist froze for a moment, then quickly masked the flicker of emotion on his face. He burst into wild laughter, his eyes slightly red, as though he had laughed himself to tears.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
However, within that laughter was an unmistakable sense of bleak sorrow, the kind that arises when a rabbit dies and the fox mourns in shared misfortune.
The laughter did not last long, because the Fallen Demons simply could not survive long under the illumination of the magic crystals.
Moreover, the batch of weapons that Sebastian had commissioned were made from extremely luxurious materials.
