Returning once more to the outer walls of Greystone Rampart, Casimir's feelings were complicated.
Led by two Metal Slime guards carrying small spears, he once again set foot on this land now completely controlled by monsters.
As far as the eye could see, Slimes of every color hopped about with a SQUISH SQUISH sound, seemingly engaged in silent communication with one another.
From their curious stares, Casimir could easily sense that in just a few short days, he—a Blood Race noble who once held special privileges here—had already become a stranger in this land.
However, far from feeling sorry for the Blood Race's current predicament, a faint excitement stirred deep within him.
'It's here...'
He had finally seized this rare opportunity!
He had temporarily escaped Deng Lun's unsettling gaze and earned the chance to meet the king—an opportunity that could even change the very destiny of the Blood Race.
