The Blade of Incarceration, Gavid Lindman, could never be unaware of Eugene's sword nearing his head. Yet, although he had sensed the sword's approach early on, he failed to respond.

‘What is this?’ Gavid thought, shocked.

And the reason for his delayed reaction was simple. He just didn’t understand why the sword was coming toward him. They had been in the presence of the Demon King of Incarceration until just a moment ago. Although he had not materialized in his true form, the Demon King of Incarceration had taken a physical body of darkness out of respect for the insignificant humans gathered here.

His Majesty, the Demon King of Incarceration, had graced himself in this place until just seconds ago. Gavid Lindman was a Duke of Helmuth, the Blade of Incarceration, and the only knight of the Demon King of Incarceration. Although there had been countless eyes surrounding them, Gavid had not been ashamed to kneel and bow before his lord. As such, he had maintained his kneeling and bowing posture until the moment his lord had disappeared completely.

The sword had fallen towards his head at that moment as if to behead a sinner.

As the sword fell towards Gavid, a brilliant light wrapped around it, pushing back the darkness that had surrounded them. Gavid, who had hoped to consume the light with his dark powers, found himself retreating instead, his expression flustered and unsure. He raised his head and saw Eugene standing before him, holding Altair, the Holy Sword. The two locked eyes.

It had been an incomprehensible ambush, and Gavid was taken back. But Eugene was utterly calm. In fact, he stared at Gavid while slightly tilting his head to the side.

The confusion in the area was palpable, and Gavid was not the only one struggling to comprehend the sudden turn of events. Amelia, who had been kneeling beside him in a similar fashion, glared at Eugene with a mixture of irritation and a hint of murderous intent. She knew that divine power was critical against black magic, and though she had managed to retreat and avoid getting caught up in the fray, she couldn't help but wonder how much damage she would have sustained if she had been caught off guard.

“You. What are you doing?” asked Amelia as her lips twitched.

She was holding her pet, Hemoria, by the scruff of her neck. Although Hemoria was a rather disobedient pet, she couldn’t let her die in such a ridiculous fashion.

"That... I am very curious… about as well," Gavid spat out, his tone...