A mere child, barely seven or eight years old.

Even though he could no longer exert even a tenth of his original strength after his battle with Richard, and had lost half of his remaining power to the estate's traps, Satanail was still confident he could snap the neck of one small child with his eyes closed.

The only thing that slightly unnerved him was the faintly ominous aura radiating from the dog beside her, but a dog wasn't something that could make him fearful.

‘I am Satanail, the one destined to rule this continent!!!’

Despite his unexpected setbacks, Satanail …