Greg hovered high in the air. The night wind howled past him, but it could not budge his pitch-black Armor of the Abyss in the slightest.
He looked down at the Imperial Capital below. The entire city lay within his field of vision—burning houses, chaotic streets, and the densely packed phantom enemies. Everything was in plain sight.
“I might have overdone it a bit...”
Originally, he had only wanted to fly into the sky to make some noise, drawing everyone's attention to prepare for the next step of his plan.
But he hadn't expected that using this new magic conduit along with two high-grade gems to strengthen the Seed of Eternal Darkness would create such a massive spectacle.
It had instantly suppressed all the phantom enemies and made everyone in the Imperial Capital stop what they were doing to look up at him in unison.
“Though the effect far exceeded my expectations, this works out too. It will make my plan even more impactful.”
Having made up his mind, Greg prepared to officially begin his plan. After all, every second in this form was rapidly draining the mana within the high-grade gems. Even though both were high-grade gems, their stored mana was not infinite.
Thus, he had to wrap everything up before the gems' mana was completely depleted. He couldn't afford to waste too much time striking poses.
Greg took a deep breath and spoke.
His voice, amplified and distorted by the armor, turned into a deep and heavy rumble, sounding as if it came from the deepest depths of the abyss, carrying an ancient and majestic echo:
“Citizens of the Imperial Capital, do not panic. I am the messenger of Nightmare, the Goddess of Night. I have descended here by the decree of the Goddess.”
His voice, dispersed through mana, rang clearly in the ears of everyone in the Imperial Capital.
“The Goddess of Night? Have you ever heard of this deity?”
“I don't know. Could there really be other deities besides Lady Serafina, the Goddess of Light?”
“No way. Otherwise, how could we have never heard of her?”
Upon hearing his words, most people's faces immediately filled with confusion. They only knew of Lady Serafina, the Goddess of Light, and had never heard of Nightmare, the Goddess of Night.
However, among the crowd, some elders and a few secret believers trembled violently upon hearing that name. They then devoutly knelt and prostrated themselves toward the pitch-black figure in the sky.
“It really is true! Lady Nightmare's messenger has truly descended!”
“This is a true miracle!”
“We shall follow the Goddess of Night forever!”
Not far away, a black cat that had just emerged from the ruins with a pocket watch in its mouth looked completely blank after hearing Greg's words.
Boom!
The sound of breaking air rang out.
A figure soared into the sky from the ground like a shooting star, stopping steadily in the air a few meters in front of Greg.
Greg recognized this unfriendly newcomer. It was Isadora, the Headmistress of Ironpledge Crucible Magic Academy.
Back at the Magic Tower, she always had long, messy black hair covering her entire face, radiating a gloomy and unapproachable aura.
But now, her long hair was swept to one side, revealing a fair face hidden beneath. Her clothes were heavily stained with blood.
She looked like an entirely different person now. Rather than a headmistress, she resembled a berserker who had just fought her way out of a battlefield.
She glared at Greg. “What on earth is your purpose!”
“.......”
Facing a powerhouse of this caliber, it would be a lie to say Greg wasn't nervous at all.
If the armor on his body hadn't devoured the murderous intent constantly assailing him, he might have been forced to his knees right there in midair.
Fortunately, Greg had already anticipated this scenario.
Although headmasters generally did not participate in state affairs, as a member of the Empire, Isadora would definitely step forward when the entire Imperial Capital was under threat.
Moreover, he knew that although Isadora currently looked like a berserker, she was actually someone willing to listen to reason. As long as he made his stance clear, there shouldn't be any major issues.
Thus, Greg spoke, his voice maintaining that heavy, muffled quality:
“I am no enemy of the Empire. I have appeared here only to accomplish two things.”
Isadora furrowed her brows, her weapon still poised to strike at any moment. “Which two things?”
Greg raised a finger, then dispersed his voice with mana once more, letting it echo across the entire Imperial Capital:
“First, I wish to clarify one thing. Your Fifth Imperial Princess has never stooped to colluding with the Demons. The so-called evidence is nothing but lies fabricated by a pack of rats that cannot stand the light.”
He paused, and then his voice grew even more resolute, carrying an unquestionable proclamation:
“As for why I am wasting my breath to say this... it is because your Fifth Imperial Princess, Wendy von Leinfeld, is the one I have set my eyes on!”
As his words fell, the entire Imperial Capital fell into an eerie silence.
“Eh... Eheh?!”
Isadora nearly dropped her weapon, a look of visible fluster appearing on her face.
Having lived for so many years, she had witnessed all kinds of declarations and proclamations.
But she had never before encountered someone clearing the name of a wanted princess in such a manner—almost like a public confession, right in the sky above the Imperial Capital for all to see.
It even made her, the witness, feel a little embarrassed.
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