Borg’s Thoughts
Redakteur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Kant quickly left the office with his men. The sky was already very dark, and there was chill in the air. This was the chill that came from the wilderness in the west.
The hall of the office was still brightly lit.
The luxurious furniture and clothing were better than the small living room of a top noble.
But no one cared.
Borg slowly propped himself up on the ground.
The two butlers on both sides also slowly climbed up with pale faces.
Even Cheshire looked depressed. They looked at each other, then looked at the 10 guests who were still sitting on the chairs in the hall. They couldn't spit out a word.
Since things had already come to this point, there was nothing much to say.
Kant, the Supreme Lord had returned.
He had officially returned with his mighty power.