Francis II had fallen, and although his body continued to twitch slightly due to the powerful vitality inherent to Transcendents, this old King had truly reached the end of his life. In this situation, even the presence of a saint could not save him.
"Honestly, if it weren't necessary, this would be the worst choice," Duke—or rather Clement—looked down at the dying Francis II, shaking his head and sighing lightly, "I really didn't want to personally take action."
"You overestimated the capability of the flesh construct," Edmund said in a low voice, "I had already warned you that a King is not so easy to deal with—my father always carried the Ring of Shadow Seal with him, and in the decades of his reign, at least four powerful assassins have perished under the power of this ring."
"The Ring of Shadow Seal... I do know this thing," Clement quietly watched Francis II take his last breath, then bent down, "Now the King no longer needs it, so let me..."
