However, the body could not be found later.

He always believed that the ring, along with his father's body, had been destroyed by the evil dragon god.

Albert calmly observed Arthur's expression.

He stood up, walked around the desk, went to Arthur's side, and patted him on the shoulder.

"When I found this ring, I was thinking, if I were still human, what would my feelings be, and what my expression would be?"

He didn't say anything more, but turned to his entourage sitting on the sofa and said:

“Let’s talk to each other alone.”

Allen stood up first and bowed slightly to Albert.

They closed the gate behind them after they left.

Albert walked over to the sofa area and sat down. "Tell me, why did you suddenly make this trip?"

Arthur closed the ring box and gently placed it on Albert's desk.

“Brother, you are more suited to this ring than I am, perhaps.”

After he finished speaking, he walked over and sat down opposite Albert.

Arthur's eyes were still a little red.

Albert picked up the teapot, his hand pausing as he was about to pour tea for Arthur.

"The tea is cold, I'll ask Victoria to heat it up."

Arthur interrupted him, "No need, I'll just ask a few questions."

"grim Reaper……"

Before he could finish asking, Albert interrupted, "I killed him."

Arthur paused for a moment.

"Then His divinity?"

“Hey Gilmanoa, hmm, there’s a dragon language spell, ah~ that magic god is a bit of an eyesore.”

"His presence makes me feel somewhat uncomfortable when I say the word 'magic'."

Where was I?

“Hey Gilmanoa,” Arthur said, looking at his brother who was sitting opposite him with his legs crossed.

"Oh, right, I fed Gilmanoa. In any case, I managed to preserve his authority over time."

"What's wrong?" Albert poured himself a glass of cold tea, took a sip, and asked.

Arthur stared at his brother's face. "It's nothing. I just heard that the six great empires are searching for the divine essence of the god of love."