The True Mastermind Behind It All

Inside a room in the area where Shien lived, within House Bigusle in the Imperial Capital.

When the Sun of Death fell from the skies above the Imperial Capital, the master and servant staying in this room both changed expression—one went pale, while the other narrowed her eyes—and left the room together.

And when the figure carrying brilliant flames and dazzling golden light collided with the Sun of Death in the sky, and the terrifying shockwave swept across the entire Imperial Capital, rippling waves appeared outside House Bigusle, enveloping the entire residence.

The shockwave was blocked by those ripples.

Clearly, the master and servant who had left the room had done this.

Or rather, Laisha had sensed the shockwave and erected a magical barrier to protect the residence.

This allowed House Bigusle to withstand the terrible shockwave and kept the young girl lying on the bed in the room safe and sound, the girl with healthy dark skin.

Yet just as the culprit who had hurled down the Sun of Death was slain by the Hero's sword, the little girl—who had lain unconscious for several days—opened her eyes.

Her eyes were utterly still, like an ancient well.

"Is it over?"

The girl murmured.

Immediately afterward, laughter reached her ears.

"Yes, it is over. I wonder if you are satisfied?"

Along with those words, several figures appeared in the room.

Most of them wore black robes, concealing their true faces. Their auras were similarly obscure, yet they faintly exuded traces of terrifying pressure.

But all of them respectfully guarded a Demon Race man standing among them. The man appeared gentle and refined, possessing no imposing aura at all, like an ordinary person. He looked at the girl with a smiling face.

The girl sat up and turned her gaze toward the