Rodrigo's raging voice was enough to shake the thin steel door of the chamber.
Aldrich slowly stood up and noticed the shattered pieces of the GIT cube. This was one thing that he could use to backtrack the entire event. But even he couldn't turn back time. Aldrich straightened his spine and looked into Rodrigo's eyes.
The glossy gray eyes of the Count, which had almost become red from sheer anger, were now quaking in insurmountable fear. The fist that Rodrigo had used to smash the cube and table was shivering, and his knees showed a hint of buckling. Under his eagle-like nose, Rodrigo's thin lips parted, and a name came out.
A name that could instill terror in the hearts of every single Dreamer within the Milky Way Galaxy under the Rank of a King.
"… White… White-Haired Assassin!!!"