"Should be about time, right?"
Standing on the cold, deserted street, Fang Li smoothly sheathed the Moon Blade in his hand while looking at the Homunculi collapsed against the surrounding walls and the rubble scattered around him, murmuring to himself.
Before long, Fang Li received what he had been waiting for.
It was a crow.
The crow made no sound and did not even carry the aura of a living creature. Like a fairly lifelike puppet, it flew over from the distant Fortress and arrived above Fang Li's head.
Then, an aged piece of parchment drifted down from the air.
Fang Li caught it.
On the rough parchment, as though flames were flickering across it, lines of fiery red words gradually formed.
"Your arrival from afar is a great honor. Please enter the castle so we may meet—Darnic Preston Yggdmillennia."
Then, the words on the parchment turned back into flames and burned the parchment to ashes.
Fang Li casually waved away the ashes in his hand.
Then, as though he did not hesitate in the slightest, he slowly began walking forward.
Toward Mirenia Castle.
From a historical perspective, Tuliphas had endured one hardship after another.
It had once suffered an invasion by the Ottoman Turks.
It had once suffered the widespread outbreak of the Black Death.
It had once been bombed during modern warfare.
All of those events had brought Tuliphas considerable suffering.
Yet, amid all the turmoil Tuliphas had endured, only that castle had never changed owners since the Middle Ages.
The Yggdmillennia Family.
A group of Magi who had migrated from Northern Europe to Romania in those days.
At present, the Fortress was quite lively.
It was not merely filled with the Yggdmillennia Family's Magi.
A group of Homunculi of unknown origin patrolled the city expressionlessly, holding