"However... if the prince himself is personally asking, there's nothing I can do."
As the sole Duke, Prominent Leg was the most formidable noble and the strongest Drifter in all of Verulania. If anyone could save the kingdom, it was him.
Everything had unraveled so quickly. Some unknown terrorist faction had struck the airport, and now the entire city was buckling under the weight of a merciless siege. And as if fate hadn't already turned cruel, they couldn't call on the academy for aid—not when it had barely withstood an avalanche of monsters.
There was no question anymore—whoever had planned this destruction had done so with brutal precision. But why? Why Verulania?
Prominent Leg already had his suspicions about Dante's strange movements. That young military leader should never have had the authority to pull off a decision of this magnitude. Which only proved one thing—not just Verulania, but every nation had grievously underestimated him.
