Inside the banquet hall where the Idokyo was attacked.

“…”

Mikhail, coming to his senses, stood up, placing his hand on his throbbing forehead.

“What happened?”

There was no memory after defeating the Archbishop of Defamation.

Was it a side effect of pushing his strength to the limit? The only memory lingering in his dimming vision was of Ricardo’s back.

-It’s over now.

-I can still fight…!

-You can’t kill me anyway.

-To kill… you wouldn’t…!

-Yes, it’s better to get rid of the hindrance.

“Urgh…”

His body …