Blue veins were visibly engraved on Emperor Julian's face; his eyeballs seemed about to pop out, and he gritted his teeth.
With a high-pitched voice, Emperor Julian shouted, "What does this mean?!"
"My cacth, Your Majesty. The head of Seraphytes."
Emperor Julian clenched his hands; his nails pierced his palms, causing them to bleed.
'Actually, how powerful is this damn brat?!'
"H-how could you encounter Seraphytes, Your Grace? Isn't there a magic seal at the border of the deepest part of the forest?" Marquess Hartwell asked.
"I-is it possible the seal is broken? Oh God, we are all in danger!" exclaimed one of the nobles.
After hearing the noble's statement, panic ensued, and the situation became increasingly uncontrollable.
Emperor Julian, seeing this, felt as if he wanted to vomit three liters of blood due to anger.
"BE SILENT!" Emperor ordered loudly.