Chapter 4 - 2 Mr. Brave, please save this world!_2
What a bewitching beauty that confounds the crowd!
The most powerful Witch, also the most charming woman, had a cold and mocking smile on her lips, her crimson eyes strangely enchanting like blood.
"Such a nauseating bunch of maggots..."
"The bell of judgment... let it start ringing from here!"
Her pale, slender arms lazily stretched out, her silver hair wildly dancing behind her, the black and crimson aura emanating from Shaye Nikolass's body and soaring towards the sky above her head.
Below, in the noisy military camp, a hundred thousand Soldiers were in the throes of revelry.
Indulging in strong liquor and roasted meat, they vented their excitement brought about by the death of the Hero and the rise in military pay.
The bright moon had been obscured by dark clouds, and a massive clock hung in the pitch-black night sky, its face glowing with a sanguine sheen as the long hands slowly turned.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock...
The crisp sound, like a devilish melody capable of seizing the soul.
Finally, when the hand had eventually moved to the center...