Novel & Cerita Cast Of Ruler Master Of The Mask

“Let’s see if you can make me forget about her, even if just for a little while.” I walked over to the couch and fixed my gaze on the submissive. She was quite beautiful, but not as beautiful as a certain someone. She had a slender, sexy shape, just as I liked it. “I have some rules you must follow,” I spoke in a commanding tone. “Yes, master.” “Number one, you must not touch my face or try to take off my mask,” I warned. “Yes, master.” “No touching my things like my wallet or going through my things to know who I am.”

“Next time, it’ll be your neck. I don’t want to repeat myself again. Answer my question. Who is your Master?” A whimper escaped him. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen the Master’s face. He’s always wearing a mask. We receive orders and then we obey, no questions asked.” “That seems convenient,” I remarked annoyedly, and just as I started to raise my claws, he continued to speak.

Moonbeams were just directly saying hello to the handsome man and alluring woman. Ludwig stared at the Blood Mistress for what seems to be a century, where in fact it was only a minute. Then, without apparent hesitation, he removed the mask—the glittering black mask. And to his surprise, though not really that surprised, the woman behind the mask is the lady he had been bedding and loving for a long time—Maebh Aisling Mullin. *** Rozelyn was in an eternal cringe. She was also consumed by guilt. These movies are the kind of films that must not be watched by a group, rather it should be watched privately—alone.

The woman stood still, her body tense. Her golden mask, a true work of art adorned with gemstones, concealed the upper part of her face, revealing only her lips and chin. It was more than just a mask—it was a masterpiece. Elijah's expression darkened as he whispered to his subordinate, "After all this searching, you bring me this?!" The subordinate stammered nervously, "S-Sir, we hired the best private investigators in Centrolis and followed your leads. This is the result."

The leader and the masked individuals at the table gazed at her with perplexed expressions. “You want to protect your mother,” the leader said slowly, “and the exchange for that is for you to kill the King? Why do you threaten us not to kill the King because you are going to do it? We can kill the King even if you’re not here.” Without hesitation, Mask Princess retorted, “Really? You can kill the King without me?” Mask Princess grinned devilishly, turning her gaze to each of the masked figures before speaking again. "What if… you all die before the King?"

It was none other than the main character everyone was planning to deal with, Andrius Moonshade! Everyone widened their eyes. Some gritted their teeth, some fell silent, and some waited for an opportunity to strike. Without exception, all of them wore unfriendly expressions toward Andrius. Swoosh... Rumble... Behind Andrius was the sound of messy footsteps. Everyone looked over. All the people behind Andrius were dressed in black robes and wore masks, not revealing their faces. No one could tell their identity. It was the Insect Ruler and his subordinates.

Dustin was surprised, and Metal Mask’s expression shifted drastically. This man was not just anyone. He was the Master of the Order of the Divine Hall! The two locked eyes. The air between them was heavy with unspoken tension. “Beyond sovereign grade,” Metal Mask uttered coldly. “Likewise,” Dustin said in an equally indifferent tone. Metal Mask frowned, and his mind reeled in disbelief. As the Master of the Order, he surpassed the sovereign grade. It was a realm others could only dream of.

The glass cup slipped from my hands and shattered on the ground, the shards flying about in different directions. My heart raced and I palmed my lips in horror. "Oh my. I'm so sorry," I gasped, lifting my face to peer at his face and blood drained from my body. He wore a dark plastic mask that only revealed his dark orbs but kept the rest of his face concealed. My eyes did a scan on his black outfit made up of a well-tailored suit and a pair of black boots that did nothing to hide how huge and intimidating he was. Dressing formally wasn't for a man like him.

he advised, but none of his words were getting to my head. I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol that was getting to me or the heartbreak, but I went ahead to wrap my arms around his neck. Still eager to see his face. “That is enough, I think your dress will be ready now” “Don't you find me attractive? Why doesn't any man find me attractive?" Tears welled up in my eyes again, but I was stupid to have reached for his mask and pulled it off. Before me was the most handsome man that I had ever seen, scarred with a giant scar on his face. Yet he remained cold, his gaze dark like he would rip me apart this instant.