"The meteor shower... It's been a long time since I've seen one..."
The Royal Palace was still shrouded in darkness today, there was no need for lights because the only person living there didn't need them.
The current King Ainz III stood by the window, gazing at the gradually setting sun. Once the sun set, night would fall, and the curtain of night would bring the meteors.
And the meteors would bring voices from beyond.
He touched the rough hair covering his hand. Just a touch would cause large patches of hair to fall out, but that wasn't a good thing because after his next frenzy, the hair would grow back.
At this moment, Ainz III's face was full of weariness, clearly middle-aged yet appearing as old as someone in their sixties or seventies.
Regret suddenly appeared in his eyes as he clutched his head tightly, sobbing intermittently, "What have I done these days... My country, my people..."
