The girls gathered in the meeting room with the other ministers. Rupellion instigating a meeting was considered a national emergency that would probably go down in the history books.

  Rachel and Kuga hid in the next room to prevent any run-ins with the emissary. But they pressed their ears to the wall with nervous hearts.

  “A portal is being made with your territory as the destination. The person wishing to pass through is the black priest of Rupellion, Pangnilin. Do you accept?”


  At the Valkyrie’s uninterested question, Sungjin, exercising one of his capacities as king, activated the territories as in and accepted the request.

  “I allow.”


  A moment later, the portal opened and an extremely thin man with black cloth wrapped around him stepped through. Unlike the other ministers who wore fancy clothes according to their stations, he was wearing all black.

  But the black, which looked plain at first glance, was not a normal black. It was a complete black that did not reveal any color shining through. It was a color that did not exist on earth and wasn’t created by any scientist; it was a complete black of pure material, sold at the highest price.

  The clothes had been created from the wings torn from the Death Angel. The clothes were an artifact. Only the High Priest Pedrian had more strength to rule over a man with such a possession.

  “Greetings, Master Sungjin, the new ruler of the southern lands. I am Pangnilin, the black priest of Rupellion.”


  His monotone speech sounded like the words of a reaper. Despite the cold words that would have made any normal person shiver, Sungjin replied lazily:

  “For now, I will greet you as a guest in my authority as owner. I will ensure your protection as you are here as an emissary.” His arrogant reply from where he sat on his throne exuded a bloodthirst that suppressed the macabre powers of the Death Angel.

  This……is the new strength of the southern lands.