Chapitre 1263: Prelude To Amalgamation [Pt 1]

In a dark world, devoid of life and hope, a man sat on a chair.

The chair was mangled and twisted, like a cluster of tree branches sewn together to form an ugly chair.

Not only did it look uncomfortable to sit on, but it was immensely unattractive and wretched as well.

Still, the seated man had a smile on his face as he remained on this throne of his, obscured by the darkness that surrounded him.

Then…

"You're back."

… He finally spoke.

He lifted his gaze to the two people that now approached him.

One was a young man who had long dark hair, while the other was a beautiful maiden with pure white hair—both existing as sharp contrasts to each other.

"Yeah. We are."

"And we brought the goods."

Stefan Netherlore and Ciel stated respectively while they carefully stared at the countenance of the man they were reporting to.

The wide grin on his face made him resemble a fiend rather than a man.