"Of course, my lord," Alfonzo agreed in an servile tone. "I will send out a signal and order the others to—"
[There's no need to do something like that, allow me to summon the relevant ones,] a voice like poisonous honey suddenly echoed throughout the underground throne room.
"Who was that?!"
"Well...this just got significantly more interesting."
The sudden voice appearing out of nowhere made everyone present go on their guards and begin branding their weapons in every direction as if they were protective talismans. However, this turned out to be a pointless gesture.
"Where did that voice come from?"
"It was if it was from nowhere and everywhere all at once."
"Whatever it was, it made my skin—what the fuck?!"
Before the eyes of the Silver Jungle Dragon Shipping Company warriors and Duke Diamoro, the young man seated at the strange throne in the center of the room, suddenly began to quiver and shake like a puppet that had just been given new strings.
