The Game of a Legendary Genius Dark Mage

Boom—

The blue light from the lightning cast itself into the castle, revealing a woman with long, luxurious red hair and a man lying before her, bloodied, with pale, silver hair.

The condition of the man illuminated by the blue light was horrific.

There was not a single place on his body untouched.

Small wounds covered his entire body, and his clothes were torn or scorched, with parts reduced to ashes.

Perhaps he had been impaled, as a hole the size of a fist had been punctured in his chest.

Yet, he was still breathing, struggling to rise to his upper body in front of the woman, showing just how extraordinary his existence was.

In contrast, the red-haired woman before him, standing gracefully as if taking a leisurely stroll on a spring day, appeared completely composed.

Standing elegantly, Helena smiled as she watched the man attempt to rise.

"You should just quietly fall down."

"...Tch, to think you speak like that after dealing with all my subordinates. How vulgar."