"My lord, I've come to—"
The voice cut off abruptly.
The two people in the room turned their heads almost simultaneously.
The eyes of the man in formal attire glowed with an abyssal black light, while the pitch-black pupils of the beautiful Maid beside him flickered with an uncanny, emerald starlight.
Margaret gasped in surprise. "It's someone from Ghostly Touch..."
Murphy said grimly, "Maggie!"
Before the words had even left his mouth, he shot toward the door like an arrow loosed from a bow.
BOOM!
Heavy footsteps suddenly echoed from the hallway, shaking the entire castle.
Dust trickled down from the stone walls, and the torches on the walls swayed violently, casting chaotic shadows.
In the castle's guest area, Old Allen and Arthur, who were praying, were startled by the sudden tremor and opened their eyes.
Old Allen's prayer gesture froze in mid-air, while Arthur instinctively reached for his waist.
"What's going on?" Jack asked in alarm, steadying a swaying table.
