"Phew..."
The heavy sound of exhalation echoed through the dim room.
Fatro slowly released his tightly clenched hand, and the tension in his expression finally eased slightly.
"That was truly dangerous. As expected, I'd still prefer things to proceed more steadily and peacefully."
He turned around and calmly gazed into the room.
"Don't you think so?"
Fatro's voice rang out in the silent room.
He looked toward the window on the other side of the room.
At some point, a pitch-black figure had silently appeared beneath the moonlit window.
The person wore a black robe that concealed their body, even wrapping around their face.
"Hehehe... It doesn't matter how it turns out. As long as the mission is completed, that's enough."
He laughed sinisterly, his hoarse voice filled with mockery.
"First Prince of the Xindevila Empire."
"I've heard that no matter what you face, you've never made the wrong choice."
"Even I've heard of such achievements. Your reputation truly reaches far and wide."
Beneath the black robe, that pair of eyes resembled two round beads that had never blinked even once.
They stared fixedly at Fatro's jade-green eyes, and a hint of uncontrollable greed seeped into his voice.
"Can those eyes see the future?!"
He bent down and extended his hidden right hand from beneath the black robe.
A bloodstained dagger silently reflected a scarlet gleam as it moved.
"Then what kind of future did you see this time?"
"...Death?"
"What a pity. Your legend is about to end tonight. Hehehe—"
At that moment, Fatro's gaze shifted slightly, and he opened his mouth as if he had only just noticed the Black Robe.
"I think you've misunderstood one thing."
"Uh... Hmm?"
The Black Robe was laughing deeply, but Fatro's words interrupted him.
His voice paused, and he looked at Fatro