Three days later—
Crreeeeak
"Father, it is Peon. I've arrived."
A young man, seemingly in his late twenties, stepped into the vast throne hall with a respectful bow. His posture was upright, steady, and composed—every step echoing his unwavering discipline and strength. Without hesitation, he made his way toward the throne, the golden cloak behind him flowing like a banner in the wind.
"Peon!"
Robin stood slightly from his throne, arms open in welcome, a warm smile on his face—yet that expression quickly faded, replaced by a heavy sigh and a subtle frown. "…Heh~"
As Peon moved closer, the full extent of his appearance came into view. From a distance, his imposing presence—adorned in elegant, black-and-gold imperial armor, polished to a shine—might have inspired awe. But no amount of regality could hide the truth that revealed itself once he removed his helmet.
His face… was no longer that of a man.
