Bologue stood still like a sculpture, thunder resounding in his mind, as if a giant was roaring at him, confessing that name.
Regent King.
York was unaware of what the name Regent King represented, but Bologue was different; he knew all too well—the leader of the Pure-blood Night Race escaping the Dawn Oath, the head of the Rebellious Royal Court, attempting to rebuild the Eternal Night Empire.
Since the Decline Plague event, a series of Night Race incidents within the Rhine Alliance had all been started by him, and he was also the greatest enemy disrupting the Material Realm's order recently.
"So, several months ago, the Regent King appeared here?"
Bologue seemed to be asking a question, but also talking to himself; York nodded, realizing from Bologue's reaction the terror of the Regent King.
