And with a muffled roar, the twisted visage at the doorway opened its mouth, and the door slowly creaked open.
Swashbuckler stepped in briskly, but the sight that greeted him was beyond his expectations.
The room was far more spacious than it appeared, with lavish decor that shone with gold and glitter, rich and magnificent. However, the murals occasionally showcased cruel and peculiar details.
——For instance, the banquet plates were laid with the bloody limbs of humans, while the ladies attending the feast continued to chat and laugh, heartily enjoying the feast.
"I didn't expect the essence of a Vampire, the lineage of Dragons, and... the power of some kind of law to coexist in one person."
"I must say, you have indeed piqued my interest."
It was that familiar voice again. Swashbuckler looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a man in a luxurious robe standing with his back to him at the end of the hall.