The dream world.
Boom!
With a thunderous explosion, the carriage symbolizing the Royal Family's majesty blew apart from within.
Dense, pitch-black shadows spilled like water, spreading across the entire street and adding a touch of utter darkness and depravity to this magnificent, vibrant dream city.
Amid the wreckage of the carriage, two figures faced off.
Creak...
The puppet-like royal man rose to his feet, holding his longsword horizontally to block Luther's pitch-black Blade of Flesh and Spirit. The two blades grated against each other with a teeth-grinding screech.
"Long live the king!"
"Long live the king!"
The citizens' cheers rang through the street, their surging enthusiasm supporting the man's body like a rising tide.
"Your Excellency, Blood Bishop, why must you attack immediately?"
Ivanova had already retreated to one side. She sighed softly and said, "I've already explained that this is a misunderstanding... I don't want to cause a dispute, nor do I want to fight you..." "That wasn't your attitude before."
Luther sneered, putting more strength into his hand and forcing the man's greatsword down.
This was the dream world, where willpower played a major role. He absolutely could not believe that his opponent could overpower him, or that belief would be exploited and made real.
"I'm curious. Last time, you ordered your subordinates to attack me without even meeting me. Why are you suddenly so friendly this time?"
He looked at her as he spoke.
A moment's thought made the answer clear: he had unleashed the Tide, making her wary of him.
And someone who knew the true nature of that Tide...
"Ivanova Einhorn, tell me. You're a member of the Twilight Hermit Order, aren't you?"
Luther asked softly.
The smile on her face seemed to freeze for a moment.
"And not just you. Even that Miss M,