Chapter 183
When Alexander walked out of the palace, he didn’t even need to do anything before a shadow guard appeared next to him, kneeling in respect. "My Lord."
"Any news from the lower realm?" Alexander asked coldly, staring at the horizon far in front of him.
Unlucien remembered his talk with Noctis. But that wasn’t considered news, so he shook his head. "No, My Lord!"
"That means everything is going well down there..." Something cold flashed in Alexander’s eyes. Because of the old fogies, he couldn’t be present in the lower realm when he wanted to.
The sudden urge to murder brewed wildly in his chest, but he suppressed it and tore a rift in space, walking in. Unlucien wanted to follow behind him silently, but Alexander’s voice rang out, carrying an order: "Go clean up the place of any pests! Make sure this doesn’t happen again!"
"Yes, My Lord!" Unlucien bowed his head as the rift closed in front of him.
Then, he turned around and walked into the palace. Instantly, the scent of blood hit his nose, reminding him of the times he used to fight on the battlefield with the rest of the shadow guards. But his face under the mask remained stoic and unfazed.
When Unlucien walked through the gate Alexander smashed down, the elders looked at him in respect.
Unlucien walked through the hall and stopped behind the seat atop the staircase. It was basically a throne. He didn’t sit down in it.
Because although the one supposed to sit there was the most powerful person in the palace—and that was Unlucien at the moment—it was also the seat where Alexander, the Dark Lord, had sat. So a shadow guard such as himself could only stand behind the seat out of respect for his master.
That also showed that he was the representative of someone almighty.