Charles descended with a surging aura.
His hair was disheveled, and his expression was so cold that it looked as if he was itching for a fight.
The people standing by the window had no choice but to retreat, unable to withstand Charles's aura.
He was no longer in the Grimoire Realm. He had already advanced to the Lord Realm.
Luke rolled his eyes when he saw Charles, clearly not wanting any trouble right now, since he knew the young miss would arrive sooner or later.
It all depended on whether she had already heard the news about Richard.
Despite Charles's ferocious aura, Richard merely looked at him calmly.
He had long stopped regarding Charles as an enemy, since he had already won the competition that had been the root of their hostility.
After landing, Charles even drew a sword that seemed to be made of pure light.
"Boy…" He made no effort to maintain any courtesy at all, directly pointing his sword at Richard.
"I want to see who will save you here…"
