I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

Ding— Ding—

Roused by the alarm bell echoing from afar, Archduke Olaf shot upright in bed as if flung by a spring. Though his massive frame was layered thick with fat over muscle, his movements were startlingly swift.

"No…"

The bell rang only when something grave had occurred. And at this hour, there was only one disaster severe enough to warrant it—the final defensive line being breached.

"Could it be… Calbrook?"

It was something he had always believed would never happen. His remaining in this cold, suffocating castle instead of retreating to his manor had been nothing more than a wartime formality.

Creeeak—

Now he was grateful for it. Without even thinking to throw on a coat or wrap himself in blankets, Olaf strode to the tightly shut window and flung it open.

Whoosh—