Boom!

The gate of Fort Bellint closed shut with a loud noise, following a deepening of the dark green light.

“Heuk?”

The troops of Alice became momentarily dazed.

“What is going on?”

“Is it magic?”

The soldiers could not hide their anxiety. They whispered amongst themselves.

“Y, your Excellency.”

The knights were also at a loss, looking towards Count Louvre for directions. But at a time when everyone was thrown into confusion, he was calm. Rather, it was as if he was in a good mood. The hands that held onto the reins trembled ever-so-slightly, and the tiniest smile could be seen around his mouth.

Count Seyrod looked alternatingly at Fort Bellint and Count Louvre was anxious eyes. He instantly recognized the emotions contained within Count Louvre’s expression and subtle gestures.

It was a joy of madness.

Count Louvre could not suppress his anxiety. Even though the gate of the occupied fort had suddenly closed, Count Louvre seemed even more aggravated by the feeling of joy.

‘What on earth…’

At that moment...

Kiehehehehehe! Kiyahahahahahaha!

A burst of resonant, menacing laughter penetrated everyone’s ears.

“…..!”

“W, what?”

The knights and soldiers faltered before...