The night was thick, and the Mechanical Tides crazily seeped down across the surface, as if the scene in London were happening again.
Two white figures, both Zero Knights, faced off against each other in midair!
Hearing his mentor's words that he had already noticed his presence, Fermiller revealed himself directly and spoke in an indifferent voice:
"I merely realized that, as long as I remained within the rules and held the identity of a Zero Knight,"
He raised his eyes from his pale, handsome face, his bright crimson gaze calmly fixed on his mentor.
"I would never be able to obtain power like that Queen's."
High above the howling night wind, the instant his words fell,
His white Zero Knight uniform began to be stained by floating blackness.
"Just as you, Mentor, only ever consider research and experiments, the voice in my heart has been telling me."
As if making a final break, the symbols on him turned completely black. Silver hair, black clothes, crimson wings—Fermiller raised his gaze, coldly proud and resolute.
"I want greater power."
Watching this and hearing his reason, although he was usually the most disdainful and indifferent toward such things, Schmidt did not sneer. Knowing this was an "instinct" no participant could resist, he folded his arms and spoke in understanding.
"Hmph. It seems there's nothing left to say."
"That's right. And since this is a rare opportunity,"
His crimson wings suddenly spread wide, fully revealing the power of the ancient Blood Clan of legend. Fermiller raised an arm, bloodlust stirring in his calm eyes.
"I've long wanted to witness your strength for myself, Mentor."
His figure vanished in an instant, and a massive flash of scarlet streaked through the clamorous night sky!
Yet faced with his attack, the mentor showed no intention of