"What in the hell happened here…?"
Zarak, who had returned to the Gasta Slave Building, muttered as he stared at the state of his guards with a dumbfounded look on his face.
It wasn't just him—the rest of his subordinates who had returned with him wore similar expressions.
"How long do you think you can keep running away! Give up! I will chase you to the end of Nerathis!"
"Hahaha~ I finally understand it now! The Princess does not exist! This is why she keeps disappearing every time I catch her! She is a ghost! My imagination!"
"Catch her!!"
"Haaahh! I am tired… I want to go home…"
One of his guards was laughing like a maniac. Another was running wildly down a hallway.
One seemed to be... walking on an invisible rope? He looked exhausted and was breathing heavily.
And one...
He was sitting on top of a table with an arrogant look on his face and—
"Amenial, my son, from this day forth, I declare you the King of Sharks. Let the Coronation begin."
"…"
"…"
