I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

"Long live His Grace the Archduke—"

"Demigod of the North!"

Even as the carriage crossed the bridge and moved farther away, the cheers and shouts did not cease.

Facing forward, Ian finally let out a sigh.

Don’t they ever get tired?

Everywhere they went during the city tour, it had been the same. All he had done was wave his hand a few times, yet the people responded with thunderous cries as though their throats would burst.

Astonishingly, it drained him at a frightening pace. Before they had even circled half the city, he had been worn down; now, as they approached the inner fortress, he was nearly drained.

Perhaps it was because of the resonance still lingering inside him.

Of course, Ian was the only one in that state.