Albrecht was furious, yet also deeply frustrated.
As the third Dark Apostle of the Blood Demon Church, he was the epitome of elusiveness and stealth, renowned for his ability to conceal his presence and erase his tracks.
Even when the Blood Demon Court, which secretly ruled the New Moon Kingdom, was ambushed by the Holy Royal Court, resulting in the fall of no less than three Dark Apostles, he managed to escape unscathed.
But today, for some inexplicable reason, he had capsized.
Recalling the terrifying ambush that had just taken place, Albrecht couldn't help but feel a shiver of fear.
That sword strike—if he hadn't fled just a bit faster, it wouldn't have landed on his shoulder but on his head!
This thought cast an even darker shadow over Albrecht's pale face.
Heaven knows, to infiltrate the Nobles and the Church of New Moon, he had been lying low in Lutecia for nearly a century.
