The air in the office was as thick as mire.
Olmedo stared at the intelligence his assistant had brought him. His face was grave, and for a long while, he could not even breathe out.
The Mad Girl's identity was written on the parchment, but anyone who saw it would gasp, doubt their own eyes, and struggle to believe it.
Because she... she was a Saint.
Weren't Gods unable to descend to the Mortal World? Or had she already been walking the Allen Continent as a Saint when the Year of Turmoil began?
If she was the King of Elva... that would make sense.
As for her madness, it probably had something to do with the Year of Turmoil.
A Saint, a Child of God, the Tower Knights... What was going on with this contest?
Setting the intelligence aside, Olmedo asked, "What about Annan? Is he still not back?"
When he learned Annan had gone out again, though he had just opened a Portal to send several Elite Rats back, Olmedo could only sigh.
No wonder the other High Kings saw Annan as no threat. He really did seem harmless, with no interest in becoming High King.
Come to think of it, Olmedo had never properly asked Annan whether he coveted that title.
"You rats just won't leave me alone! Die! Die!"
The Black Dragon's roar echoed through the valley as it attacked the Ratfolk pouring out of the cave.
But there were too many Ratfolk, and the Black Dragon was badly wounded. After a spell of futile rage, it spread its wings and flew away.
The Ratfolk on the ground celebrated driving it off, never noticing the extra Slave Rat among them.
Before long, another Slave Rat appeared beside the first.
Annan and Black Pearl, who had secretly