The ancient magic circle was far more dangerous, far more beyond control, than he had imagined.
And now, with the military government in ruins, Roaille was left alone to bear the blame for daring to touch a forbidden magic circle.
Of course, he had never expected Libertus to protect him.
That man was the kind who would always be the first to flee when responsibility was called for.
But this time it was not only the High Priest standing before him.
The new king was there, too. And with him, a knight whose presence radiated courage and strength, and even the Supreme Commander of Rosaria's military.
All of them had gathered, pressing forward, demanding his judgment.
This might be a once-in-a-lifetime chance, Roaille thought. If he could erase all of them here and now…
Then perhaps both he and Libertus might still survive.
More than that—perhaps they might even seize the next power to come.
