"—Hold it right there! Rigel von Goussel!!"
A man's voice rang out.
Everyone present turned around to see a single man standing there.
"Oh? Well, if it isn't the King. I completely forgot about you."
Rigel spoke in a casual tone.
The man was the King of the Valenstein Kingdom — in other words, Natasha's father.
"What happened to the stone spears? I'm sure I pierced all four of your limbs and nailed you to the wall."
"..."
The King did not answer Rigel's question.
He simply glared at him with sharp, intense eyes.
"Silent, huh? Well, I can pretty much tell just by looking. You forcibly tore yourself free from the restraints, even ripping your own limbs halfway off, didn't you?"
"..."
"You really are reckless. You widened your own wounds like an idiot. At this rate, you'll die from blood loss, you know? Honestly, it's a miracle you're even standing."
"…Guh. Haah… Haah…"
Just as Rigel said, the King's body was covered in terrible wounds.
