The Absolute Strongest

"Still, the Kingdom's people are quite carefree."

Thinking back to the party in the grand hall, Novak, the Imperial mage known as the "Black Mage," openly smirked.

In one of the castle's rooms, a chamber provided by the Empire as guest quarters, two people were present.

One was Novak, who had been making a scene at the party.

And the other was a small figure clad in a robe.

Yet the two of them were completely different from how they had been moments ago.

Novak, in stark contrast to his earlier demeanor, carefully chose his words.

As if the person before him were an absolute being.

"Well, I never thought things would go this smoothly. So it really was true that the Kingdom had grown weak."

A high-pitched laugh unsuited to the setting rang out, and the robe was tossed aside...