The Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 951 - チャプター 960

"Caw!" The crow swooped down from Landon's shoulder to the ground. "You Krowonian priests are truly wicked. You're actually trying to pin this on Chaos!" Eyes darkening, the crow declared, "Your lives are worthless now. Caw!" In ancient times, crows were sacred creatures with iridescent black feathers. They possessed one innate gift—their death omens never failed. Especially now when it took matters into its own talons. The men in black drew their final breaths without knowing their killer's identity. Their hopes of reporting back to the master were mere wishful thinking. Their last sight was of the man approaching Chaos, reaching out to press his hand against its head. Then darkness took them. Through the black mist, Landon pressed his palm down and looked at Sam. "How can she keep caring for you in this state?" Already showing signs of transforming into Chaos, Sam snapped at him with open jaws. Landon caught him one-handed. When their eyes met, his pupils suddenly dilated.

This had to be reported. Preparation would be needed for possible beast sightings too. It had been unusually rainy in Janovin lately. Their team checked the northwest this morning. The Dragonlock was indeed broken, but the seal remained. Strangest of all, Pahana showed no signs of showing up. Before returning to Mount Dracotigris, Homer had told them he would head to Janovin after going back home to grab something. Meanwhile, they were to watch the outer seals and report any anomalies immediately. They had told him about the northwest situation too. The seals had been weakening everywhere for the past few years. It was expected, but this was the first time there was a problem with a seal so close to Janovin. Now, with beasts and foreign practitioners appearing, things seemed more complex. Why were these practitioners here? What drove them to risk exposure by using magic? Who made them act? With nothing left behind after the incident, they had no leads except for one black feath

Aria kicked the envoy straight from mid-air. With her long leg extended and foot pressing his wrist, her tone was cold. "You're quite the performer." Nobody could blame her mockery. Whether trained or not, Aria never wasted words or relied on borrowed power through talismans whenever she acted. Her eyes bore into his as she grabbed his collar. "Where's this beast you mentioned?" "B-Beast?" The Krowonian envoy froze, surprised she had believed his lie. However, they had indeed been followed by someone earlier. He had realized the gap between them. Blood dripped from his mouth as he spoke, "It escaped. Our people are still in pursuit of it. It went east." He hoped to distract her. But everyone knew Aria was not easily fooled. "East?" Aria's eyebrow raised as she slammed him hard against the ground. The danger to Sam had awakened something unknown within her. "If he went east, what are you hiding behind you?" With another strike, the envoy's face was nearly embedded in the g

Back in the Clearwater Alley of Southbury, this young boy named Simon Barnes had been with a group of rough but decent kids. A man named David Simmons had stopped her and tried to teach her a lesson. Back then, Simon had stood silently in the corner. Aria raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Are you the beast of fortune?" She had sensed his uniqueness even then. Simon was found in the same garbage heap as Sam, though Sam was slightly younger. One could not speak, and the other could not walk. Simon recognized Aria. Despite his poor light sensitivity, his intelligence remained striking. When he saw Aria, he simply greeted, "Boss." His voice was incredibly weak. He was drenched in cold sweat, and his white hair was plastered to his fair face. He looked oddly pitiful. Since he had called her boss, Aria could not ignore him. She examined his wounds by first pressing several acupoints. Then she noticed needle marks on his wrists and ankles. One arm even bore beast-binding chains, which

On the other hand, the elderly spirits admired Aria's style. Maybe it was because of age or zodiac signs, but other arcane practitioners always hesitated with enemies. Not only that, they would constantly call upon divine powers. The spirits hated it when practitioners summoned powers against them. Right now, they even had to watch these Krowonians who dared disturb their people's peace! They had not bitten them to death only because Aria said turning them in would count as merit. Usually, merit meant nothing to evil spirits. But they could brag about this particular merit in the Netherrealm forever, so it was worth it! Though the evil beings did not show it, Aria sensed their good mood. Wasting no time, she took Simon's hand. "Your proposal works. The one I'm searching for is essentially like you." She placed the glass marbles she had found earlier in his palm. "Sense his location." Clever as ever, Simon did not question her comment and just closed his eyes. They were surrou