The center of the cathedral.
Earl Parocas's form twisted beneath the increasingly intense sunlight refracted through the stained glass, his strength slowly draining away like sand in an hourglass.
"Ahhhhh!!! I'm going to kill you all!!!"
His lungs felt as though they were being torn apart, and his soul was being scorched by the sun. Every breath felt like being burned by flames.
Under the torment of the three hooligans, it was no longer just his eyes—even the nerves throughout his body were suffering the pain of being pricked by needles!
He could not find his bearings. The executioner, Holy Knight, and male guard were treating him like a toy.
But Earl Parocas had not given up. He fought back with every ounce of strength in his body.
Because he was immortal!
The pain of the moment was meaningless. It would only make his revenge more frenzied!
Even though his mind was already spinning, he still knew one thing.
That black-haired, green-eyed man could not maintain the sun forever!
There were still five or six hours until dawn.
Once this damned light in the cathedral disappeared, it would be time for this group to endure his endless fury and torment!
Earl Parocas trembled with rage beneath the blinding sunlight. His fury drove him increasingly mad, like a beast being relentlessly hunted down. Bloodstains were deeply seared into the silver floor tiles.
Every time he swung his claw-like hands to fight back, they stirred up a violent, destructive gale.
Yet beside him, the Holy Knight, executioner, and male guard worked together. Their tactics seemed utterly without limit—relentless as a storm, leaving nowhere to hide. Every attack kept refreshing Earl Parocas's understanding of humanity!
And in the distance.
Frei continued eating his late-night snack at the banquet table while raising his Heavy