The Devil's Cage

When the second son mustered the courage to look at Mary again, he saw a black figure instead.

Cold and dead.

The coldness rose up from his own heart the moment he saw the figure.

He seemed to hear the wails of death.

He seemed to see a sea of corpses.

His face started to turn pale.

His steps started to falter until he knocked one of the other barons behind him.

It was at that moment that the second son of the old duke noticed it wasn’t just him alone reacting like that, as everyone present, with the exception of Bosco, reacted the same way, including his powerful brother.

The second son gulped, trying to wet his dry throat to prepare himself to speak, but before words could form, Mary nodded slightly.

“Um.”

The reply from her nasal voice carried the proudness of a princess.

Perfectly timed, Kieran raised an arm in front of Mary, allowing her to place hers on it before walking forward slowly beside her.

Both of them were walking straight, their steps in unison. The sense of mighty bearing coming out of Kieran caused the important figures from the southern reinforcement camp to automatically open up a path for them.

When both of them stepped onto the velvet carpet, the important figures came back to their senses, hence following up with a less friendly face.

They felt insulted. They, who were used to receiving respect and reverence on their own lands, fired out gazes at the old duke’s eldest son.

Celder, the eldest son, noticed the gazes from his men but he wasn’t in a hurry.

Compared to his immature younger brother, Celder wasn’t just the older sibling with a beard, for he had patience as well.

He replied to the gazes with one of his own, assuring the other nobles in his land. Then he quietly took another glance at Bosco, who didn’t move, and the useless duke-in-name.

Celder didn’t want to care about these two people, as it was like concern himself with stray dogs on the street.

In Celder’s opinion, Bosco and the elderly duke-in-name were even less than the attendants Kieran brought, for at least those two attendants possessed decent abilities.

The two Celder was thinking about were actually Fanner and Torstar, who stayed behind at the wagon.

As for Jyaichi and Ganarde?

A wagoner and a servant, nothing worthwhile of his attention.

Retracting his gaze, Celder, who thought he had a firm grasp of the situation, hastened his steps.

He went up to Mary’s back, leaving only two steps between them.

“Your Highness, thank you for making the time…”

“2567, the sun is gloomy here.”

Before Celder could finish, he was interrupted by Mary.

Celder jolted along with the other nobles of the land when they heard those absurd, mindless words come from the young princess.

Then, they saw Kieran raise his left hand amid the walking.

Huuu!

Blazing flames burned hot, the devil screamed.

A ball of Devil Flame flew towards the sky like a comet, crashing into the cloud-like ominous presence.

Boom!

Fiery waves rumbled along the trail of the Devil Flame, and the ominous presence was cleansed by the scorching flames.

Rank III Devil Flame against the ominous presence, which was only around a new Advance Rank, was like breaking a twig from a dead stump.

At the same time, the powerful fire also suppressed the one who gathered the ominous cloud.

“Aaaaargh!!”

A loud scream came from the camp further away.

But Mary turned a deaf ear. Raising her hand, she grabbed a dash of sunlight with her palm and said with a joyful voice, “It’s so warm.”

“Your Highness, it can still be warmer,” Kieran said calmly.

Devil Flame burned on his left hand again before he even let it down.