บท 63: Prelude To Tragedy

Lucien knelt on one knee, his head bowed in subservience as he faced the red silhouette with eyes that shone like fire.

"Greetings, my lord," he said respectfully.

The red silhouette responded with unintelligible language that only Lucien could understand. He listened attentively, then spoke in a low voice. 

"My lord, to the best of my knowledge, the Seed of Sins was not affected by any holy attribute magic or anything that belongs to the Vatican. It was affected by some powerful seal, but I don't know what it is because it has not manifested itself. It's as if the king's magic vein suddenly became unopened, like any mundane man's magic vein."

The red silhouette responded again, this time seeming deep in thought. Lucien waited patiently, his head still bowed.

"Yes, my lord. I will begin at once," Lucien said, still speaking in a low voice. He then began to clear the room, using his magic to burn any furniture that was in the way to ash.