Saint George’s Church, Windsor Castle.0

Hermann remained at his post, expressionless. Fifteen minutes had passed since he contacted the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic, and each second felt like an eternity as anxiety gnawed at him.0

Where were the reinforcements? Where were the Darkness and Death Knights? They charged faster than anyone when there was a rebellion, but were nowhere to be seen when a demon came. Had they already left Londan?0

Speaking of reinforcements, reinforcements arrived. A woman in a white suit appeared in Hermann’s line of sight. She had silver hair, silver eyes, and pale lips, looking as cold as a block of ice, keeping everyone at arm’s length.0

Hermann held his breath. He sensed tremendous pressure from the newcomer. Although he felt no aura from her, and she seemed no different from an ordinary person at first glance…0

She had passed through the magical wards without triggering a single alarm, entering the heavily guarded Windsor Castle as casually as one would walk down a supermarket aisle. She couldn’t possibly be ordinary.0

“Hermann Muller, legendary mage of the Windsor Ministry of Magic and Captain of the Order of Holy Light. Are you the reinforcement sent by...0