Behind the Blazing Flame King, Otto III, an old man in a deep red Mage Robe with a Flame Emblem pinned to his chest made his move.
His face was gaunt, yet his eyes remained sharp. He took a single step, crossing the distance in an instant to appear beside Philip.
Without a word, he gently tapped Philip's chest with his Magic Staff.
A soft green halo immediately enveloped Philip. A faint CRACKLE emanated from within his body—his dislocated bones were being forcibly reset by the Magic Power.
Within a few breaths, Philip slowly regained consciousness, his eyes still filled with lingering fear and confusion.
Supported by the guards, he returned to stand behind Otto III, cutting a wretched figure.
Throughout the entire process, Raylo didn't even lift an eyelid.
He sat upright in his seat, as if the person who had just sent Philip flying with a single punch had nothing to do with him.
He knew, of course, that Philip's provocation was not a spur-of-the-moment impulse.
