"An attack? Someone launched an attack on the castle?"
The Viscountess screamed in shock, her face filled with panic.
"Calm down! Don't panic! The entire castle has an ancestral defense barrier, even an Eighth Ring spell can't destroy it!
We are absolutely safe here!"
Viscount Ireland remained calm, his voice steady.
But the next moment!
BOOM!!!!!!
A terrifying roar erupted.
The entire castle began to shake madly!
The Viscountess, caught off guard, fell to the ground!
"Damn it! What is happening!"
Viscount Ireland didn't fall at the first instance but instead roared in anger.
The room's trembling had just begun.
The exquisite paintings on the walls fell one by one, and all the tables and chairs collapsed, crashing toward the Viscountess!
Viscount Ireland hurriedly ran over to protect his wife.
As the tables and chairs hit his body, it seemed to trigger the defense of some magic item, and a transparent shield rose to deflect all the tables and chairs outside.
