Two days later, everyone gathered in the dungeon of Windsor Castle.
Duke Moravia looked coldly at the handsome young man lying on the ground. He reached out, tore the man's soul from his body, and began searching it.
He would not show mercy to an Outer God's lackey doomed to have his soul scattered.
With nothing else to do, Velin pulled Kyle aside and quietly asked about the capture.
Time passed bit by bit. Under Duke Moravia's brutal methods, the paladin's soul became battered and incomplete, its light dimming as though it might dissipate at any moment.
Having obtained the information he wanted, Duke Moravia snorted and waved a hand to stabilize the soul before stuffing it back into its body.
This fellow was still useful. He could not be allowed to die so easily.
Seeing Duke Moravia stop the search, Angus impatiently asked, "Father-in-law, how is it?"
"It's somewhat complicated. After this incident, the kingdom's nobility will lose one-eighth of its number."
Everyone was shocked by those words, including Velin.
Losing one-eighth of the nobility was no different from a massive purge.
Moreover, an incident involving an Outer God would most likely be handled by the Church of Life's Inquisition. Their cleansing methods would certainly aim to kill every last one they could, with no regard for blood ties.
"Angus, don't rush this matter. Wait until I discuss it with Karix."
"Yes, Father-in-law."
Before leaving, Duke Moravia tossed a memory orb to Angus, then tore open space and departed Windsor Castle for the Royal Capital.
In the dungeon, Angus absorbed the memory orb into his body and began taking in the memories within it.
The others waited nearby, the curiosity on their faces undiminished.
A short while later, Angus opened his eyes. Looking at the three pairs of eyes