Who Isn't a Herrscher?

"Ouroboros... the Ouroboros, huh."

Luo Mio then looked at His Highness and smiled faintly.

"Sorry, not interested."

Seeing Luo Mio reject his invitation, His Highness did not fly into a rage. Instead, he turned to Leticia.

Noticing His Highness's gaze, Leticia remained expressionless as she said blandly,

"I follow my master's will."

"Is that so..." Seeing that both Luo Mio and Leticia had rejected him, His Highness let out a soft sigh.

"I had thought that with the Last Embryo joining us, along with the former Demon Lord who became its servant, our plan could officially proceed. But since you have refused, we will have to delay it for a while."

His Highness raised his golden eyes and stared directly at Luo Mio before speaking.

"Then, until we meet again, True Demon Lord."

"When we next meet, it will likely be when we crusade against you, the Last Embryo."

With that, the black Griffin, Glaive Gryph, suddenly whipped up a fierce gale that blocked Luo Mio and Leticia's vision. When they looked again, His Highness, Gleia, and Aurora had vanished.

Watching His Highness's group depart, Luo Mio made no attempt to stop them and simply let them leave.

After all, if the battle continued, not only might her existence be exposed, but the shockwaves from her fight with His Highness could very well shatter the entire ancient city.

If it fell into Underwood's Great Waterfall, it would cause catastrophic destruction.

Retracting her gaze, Luo Mio sighed inwardly, then snapped her fingers lightly and released Sairin Bell from the Spatial Restraint far away on the plains southeast of Underwood.

At the end of the day, it had not been His Highness or Sairin Bell's group who destroyed No Name three years ago.

Even the black Griffin Glaive Gryph, whom Leticia knew,