Nacrad was beside Duke Barrow as usual. The task of shrouding the duke's mind in darkness had already been completed.

It wasn’t particularly difficult. Although Duke Barrow was a man of formidable strength, he was different in mind.

How strong could a father’s mind be when he still harbored the memory of his son, who had died ten years ago, and dreamed nightmares every day?

The phrase "like father, like son" suited them too well. Thanks to that foolish boy, everything had unfolded so easily.

Though I still couldn't control this man at will, it was fine. The mere fact …