There's Only a Fine Line Between a Bad Woman and a Dead Woman

Doubt arose in their minds.

The next moment, a gloomy voice carried into the tower.

"My name is Franz Gustav von Utica."

"I have come to reclaim the Former Emperor's tower."

The Count of Utica had come to reclaim the Former Emperor's tower?!!

As the man's words rang out, the people forced to their knees by gravity all wore dazed expressions.

More than twenty years ago, countless people had gathered in Trintemal. Unable to endure the Witch King's cruel farsight, they had condemned that tyrannical king.

Under the will of every class throughout Leithanien, that monarch had fallen from his tower.

Heh, great Witch King!

Your shadow had blanketed the land!

Your corruption had flooded the towers!

You died, and your spells dissipated with you. Leithanien would fear you no longer!

But had he truly been wrong?

Memories from the illusion surfaced in their minds. The True Dragon's livestock theory and the Demon King's pure-land method were terrifying beyond measure.

The Monster King from more distant lands might also appear in the near future.

A trace of bitterness appeared on every face.

Beneath the Witch King's mad exterior lay an exceedingly calm heart, along with a desire to make Leithanien endure forever.

Perhaps the Witch King Remnants had been right all along.

Leithanien. What a glorious name.

Countless nations had risen and fallen, flourished and perished. None had been as romantic yet rigorous, wise yet elegant as she was. But if one were to ask who had bestowed such splendor upon this nation...

Raise your heads and behold his visage and achievements!

The Witch King, Helhuan Zorlen.

He was the high tower supporting Leithanien's skies, her irreplaceable and indispensable eternal pillar!

And now, his legitimate heir had returned.

"Should we stand aside?"

The guards who had arrived