Smoke curled to one side, morphing into the figure of Durken, who wiped nonexistent cold sweat from his brow and muttered, "So that's Heisuo? Almost snatched Your Majesty's monster, but their strength doesn't seem all that impressive after all."
It was quite simple, really. The Monarch's spirit was projected, inhabiting a random skeleton. In just over a decade, it broke through to become the Lord of Mourning—a feat without much foundation. Even so, the Heisuo Mercenary Group had to put in a lot of effort to capture him.
But that's what made it all the more humiliating. For the illustrious Undead King, the Great Unified Origin of the Seven Forces, Ange's sovereign ruler, to be captured alive by a mere mercenary group was scandalous. You could already see its repercussions from how Negris was spreading the tale like wildfire.
