dimir let out a small, contemtive hum.


    Unlike the others, Duhan was the only Elder who had be one through defying the progenitor. The Dark Knight. A legendary figure who had roamed the battlefield, severing the heads of knights far and wide—a headless knight feared by all.


    That made it almost fitting for Duhan’s head to be separated from his body. After all, his legend spoke of him wielding his own severed head like a il. But no matter how fitting it might have been, there had never been a case where he appeared only as a disembodied head.


    It wasn’t the head that made Duhan terrifying. It was the body.


    I turned to the severed head and asked,


    “Sir Duhan. Why have you arrived with only your head?”


    “You… bastard…!”


    His voice was a harsh rasp, like a dull de scraping against stone. Likely because he had no body to produce sound properly.


    Even an Elder’s strength had limits—in this state, even I wouldn’t lose to him.


    Seeing the strongest reinforcement appear in such a helpless state, Erzebeth widened her eyes and turned furiously to dimir.


    “dimir? What is the meaning of this? Where is Duhan’s body?”


    “I left it behind. If his head and body were together, he would undoubtedly have tried to resist the progenitor.”


    “…What?”


    She still didn’t get it.


    Why, if Duhan was meant to oppose the progenitor, would his head alone be brought here?


    She should have understood by now.


    “Your mind is quite rigid, Madam Erzebeth. Must I spell it out for you?”


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    “The Crimson Duke is not on your side. Unlike you lot, he has no intention of attacking Tyrkanzyaka. Unless, of course, you’re a rebel who dared to betray the progenitor.”


    Erzebeth finally realized it.


    She finally understood why dimir had disappeared.


    Why he had gone to awaken Duhan alone.


    Why he was feigning ignorance while subtly positioning himself closer.


    Just as Erzebeth prepared to react, dimir moved first.


    She flicked open her fan in an attempt to drive him away.


    The blood pooled on the floor responded to hermand, rising into a wall that separated her from dimir.


    At the same time, crimson vines intertwined with the very brickwork of the building,shing out to entangle dimir’s legs—as if the world itself was trying to bind him.


    dimir’s response was swift and direct.


    He raised his greatsword high and brought it down in a single, decisive sh.


    Everything in his path was cleaved in two.


    The vines.


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