May We Retire for the Night

Waves of spasm overwhelmed Gaurie as he was forced to stay silent for a while. Albas didn't even know the name of the devildom, and yet almighty existence uttered it just like that. He then sighed. "Yes, that. Those Gates power up the magic running across the bloodline of the descendants. They said that one could either isolate the distribution or force it upon everyone. It seemed like Machiav wants to make use of those gates for sacrilege.

"As for your question earlier, it did seem like the King was a slave to Machiav's words. Perhaps the death of their son had dealt a blow to the royal couple." Gaurie hummed as he thought of an idea. "I will endorse these steps to Albas so you'd be released from the constraints of the King of Achlys. Also, I'll negotiate with Zinigrid—"