Victory Palace was deathly silent. The nobles of every nation stared in horror at Spet, whose face radiated savage menace. The Bloodheart Order knights slowly closing in from all around gave off a crushing sense of oppression, making some of the more timid nobles tremble.
"That murderous devil!" an unknown old noble muttered under his breath.
Spet turned around and bared his teeth in a grin at the old noble. A faint bloody gleam flashed through his eyes, and the old noble let out a miserable scream as both eyeballs burst at once, blood and pulp splattering across his face. Spet gave a sinister laugh. "Murderous devil? I don't like that title!"
Gripping Holy Light I's neck tightly, Spet slowly, slowly forced him down, making Holy Light I bend at the waist before him. He said in a low voice, "Before me, even an emperor ought to kneel in salute, shouldn't he? Kneel, or I'll snap your neck right now!"
Holy Light I was so enraged that the corners of his eyes twitched violently. He shouted darkly, "Prince Spet, do you dare violate the Covenant of the Gods?"
Spet gave an exaggerated "Wow!" Then he casually drew his sword and, with one clean, decisive stroke, severed Holy Light I's left arm at the shoulder. A dazzling silver radiance sprayed from the wound. Holy Light I gave a muffled groan of pain, his body trembling violently.
"The Covenant of the Gods?" Spet laughed almost madly. "I can't be bothered with the long-winded rules written on those scraps of waste paper. I have strength, so I can trample you and torture you to my heart's content, just as you killed Stronen, my only direct descendant! Someone has to answer for it, right? The Covenant of the Gods? Before I find the murderer