“Huff! Huff!”

Baltai ran towards the carriage with all his might.

“Hurry up and go! Quickly!”

Baltai shouted to the coachman and the carriage started to move. After leaving the governor's residence, the carriage quickly travelled through the main road of Leus.

“Huff! Fuck!”

Baltai let out rough breaths while wiping off his sweat.

As the captain of the demonic army, Baltai possessed good physical strength. But strangely enough, he could not muster up any strength today. Baltai had a vague guess to the reason.

Even though it was only for a moment, the blue, brightly shining eyes had stared at him overwhelmed him with an indescribable force. It had been so oppressive that just thinking back to it made his hair stand on end.

‘But why? Why was it?’

Baltai had seen Duke Pendragon for the first time today. But strangely, the man felt somewhat familiar to Baltai, as if Baltai had seen him before.

‘Let’s think. Think!’

Baltai desperately recalled the face of Duke Pendragon from a moment ago. However, he could not recall seeing a similar face before. He had gone through numerous battlefields and committed countless misdeeds, but he had never seen Duke Pendragon...