035. Imperial Prince is Duelling -2 (Part Two)

"Uwaaaaaahk!"

One side of his face exploded. Count Fomor hurriedly shielded his blown-up face and fell onto the ground. He screamed out while thrashing around in pain.

"Uwaahk?!"

"H-his highness has finally lost his mind!"

Bloody hell, he's still alive?

I had to stop in the middle of generating the bullet and that must've caused the gathered divinity to be too unfocused.

Just before I could grab the shovel and dash towards the vampire...

"...Stop the Imperial Prince, now."

The Holy Emperor Kelt Olfolse issued his command.

The Paladins patiently waiting on standby pounced on me en masse.

I glared at the emperor.

He showed not one hint of fluster on that stony face of his. Nope, it simply came across as being endlessly disinterested.

Kelt Olfolse shifted his gaze away from me and stared at Count Fomor afterwards. He then tilted his head to the side, a deeply meaningful expression floating up on his face.

Dammit! Just one more hit! One hit and it'd been over...!