A few hours later.
On a cliff above the river flowing along the Honing Empire's border.
Under the dark night sky, with dim lights, drifting mist, and even the moonlight occasionally concealed by clouds, Lichtenstein Castle appeared all the more eerie and unfathomable.
It was nearing midnight.
A figure streaked across the Night Sky, stirring up a powerful rush of wind and howl through the forest air, accompanied by scattering leaves and bone-chilling cold.
The figure flew with incredible speed, and the stars in the Night Sky seemed to turn into streaks of light in his vision.
He lowered his eyes slightly as the cliff, broken bridge, and castle rapidly drew closer.
Then he gradually slowed down, as though he was about to reach his destination.
Under the moonlight, the figure in midair became increasingly clear. He had a handsome face and a sculpted physique, with nearly perfect lines depicting the finest combination of elegance and strength. Even among the blood race, he was undoubtedly the type exceptionally skilled in combat.
His deep gaze, gleaming with the radiance of rubies, was like a cold chain that saw through everything.
"My excellent blood servant died here?"
Earl Parocas's voice was like a whisper rising from the abyss, filled with irresistible majesty.
He dove through the air. The moment he passed over the cliff, he could clearly see Lichtenstein Castle emerging from behind the clouds and mist.
The culprit had no way to escape this mountain. There were no signs of living creatures moving through the forest, while the castle's lights were still on. It seemed those people were hiding inside.
The castle was extremely sturdy, and it was even protected by a barrier powerful enough to make Earl Parocas feel wary. If he attacked with long-range magic, he would likely not