A Formidable King

"look, there's the Dragon King!"

"Who is that on his shoulder?"

"Did he kill her?"

As the sun had already fallen, only a few students still walked the grounds of the Six Schools, but those who witnessed Raphael carrying the bloody form of Seraphina, The Seventh Angel, whispered about him.

Of course, he did not care.

It was hardly the first time that Raphael had made himself the centre of attention. Such events had come to be expected of him, so even the students were not surprised.

Once he reached his destination, a bloody trail following him in his wake, he knocked on the door that stood in front of him.

"Come in." A soft, yet monotone voice answered from the inside.

Raphael stepped into the Office of the Sword Queen and found the lady lying on her sofas, clearly in a resting state. As usual, she wore jeans, but her blue puffer jacket was discarded to the side, and she was now wearing only a white buttoned shirt.