The nobles stared in a daze at the wound on Prisia's chest and his blood-stained outer garments. There was no doubt that the sword had pierced straight through his chest and struck his heart. Yet Prisia was still bouncing around with full vitality, his complexion lacking even a hint of weakness.
"An... Undying Body..." muttered a noble, his eyes filled with the utmost horror. As he chewed over Prisia's final words, he couldn't help but glance toward Mr. Ulysses on the seat of honor. The ability to not die—could Mr. Ulysses have already stepped into the realm of demigods?
He was not the only noble; quite a few others reacted similarly, gazing blankly at the inexplicably smiling Mr. Ulysses with suspicion and dread in their eyes.
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