Aldrian, who had just arrived, looked calmly at the sea of soldiers. He hovered five kilometers away from the troop formation and couldn't help but feel "honored" by such a grand reception—this was the largest army formation he had ever seen in his life.
His gaze then shifted to the top of the city walls, where he finally spotted someone clad in low divine-grade armor.
That figure stood behind the city's protective barrier, with many powerful individuals gathered behind him.
He had blond hair and a handsome, youthful face. Since Aldrian had already glimpsed the memories of certain people in the past, he immediately recognized the man upon seeing him face to face. The information from his Eyes of Heaven also confirmed it—it was indeed the second prince, Wilmar Losaris.
When he turned his gaze to the people standing beside the prince, a grin formed behind his mask.
Grand Duke Donovan. That traitor, Cardinal Carsius. All of them had gathered in one place, which was perfect.
