Somewhere on the ruins of Albus
Berserius Secretgarden was dead. He had fallen to the flawless blade of his own son, whose face now bore a grimace of pain and anger. Pain from seeing how greatly his own flesh had been transformed — his father was unrecognizable. Pulsing, shapeless masses of guts, meat, slime, and growths. Internal organs could no longer be called internal — for they were on the outside. In the empty gaze of the transformed eyes, nothing familiar could be discerned, but it was undoubtedly him. Nearby lay a Knight of Good Tidings with a nail in his forehead. Not far from him — a Knight of Distant Stars, killed by his own attack, which Ferlutz's shield had reflected back at him. A bit further away, covered in a mass of cuts on its mutated body, lay the foul-smelling corpse of a Knight of the Rainbow Kaleidoscope. Today, the Knight of Flawlessness unexpectedly found himself possessing a strange ability to control small metal objects by weight, and he no longer needed to throw his favored weapon — he could do it by force of thought. It was through this ability that the abominable Knights of Gentle Peace and Perfect Strike were turned into pincushions.
On that day, the new lord of Albus swore to take revenge on all who had brought such deep humiliation upon his family and friends.
I hope he means those who sent the bomb, and not Stefania, who humiliated him before that...

