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“Now that he had killed the Orders, he doesn’t hesitate on who to kill anymore. There has been mountains of lives lost on his hands after he killed the last heir to the royal blood. You can still see the heads of those innocent lives on the castle’s tower.” For minutes, Dominic stared at the Master’s purple eyes. The man never showed himself in a frightening view but one can’t help but to shudder upon seeing his gaze that had suddenly turned colder after Dominic’s words. “I know,” the Master then exhaled deeply, “But I won’t move now and I can’t tell you the reason for it yet.” “So when the time you will tell me?” Dominic inquired for the man to slowly nod his head. It would mean that the Ma

Isadora looked at him with anticipation. The cloaked man was quiet for a moment. The truth was that even he didn't know why his master wanted Mercedes's blood. He was just as clueless as she was but he couldn't admit this to Isadora. That would just make him look pathetic. His master was reclusive and didn't mingle with his people. He closed himself off in his study a lot and only saw him when he wanted to send him on an errand. Other than that, he didn't know a lot about him. There was something strange about him. Even he noticed that much about him but he wouldn't even dare to ask fearing his wrath.

The only source of light came from the dark night clouds penetrating through the glass walls where The Master stood. He slowly took off his legendary mask and coat without a care in the world and poured himself a glass of whiskey. Of course, his subordinate was the only person that had ever seen his face. "And?" His voice was icy cold. "She put him and his family in a secret jail underground the palace. Should we send our leaks to finish him off?'' He remained bowing. The Master twirled the glass in his hand and watched the ice sparkle in the darkness. "No need. Finishing off the miserable farmer changes nothing. She won't be able to get anything useful off him." He nodded and stood up.

On a remote mountain, far from the city, a solitary house stood tall, serving as the hideout for a mysterious figure known as the "Old Master." "Boss, she was able to solve the problem," a man dressed in casual wear reported to him. "How did she get that video and that man? I thought he wouldn't speak up. Hurry and get rid of him!" He said angrily. He had done his best to ensure this video wouldn't leak. He had taken care of him and his family, even threatened them, but the man still betrayed him.

Even though they had roughly guessed the identity of the old man, they did not dare to greet him casually without confirming who he was as they did not want to offend him. It was said that many Sacred Saints had strange personalities. “Miss Fellowes, Mr. Valerio, you don’t have to be so modest,” David responded politely. “Welcome to the Fellowes Residence, David,” Cedar also said. “Thanks, Cedar!” After greeting each other, Cedar asked, “David, who he is?” “Cedar, let me introduce you. This is my master. He has been in seclusion for a long time, so he is withdrawn and a little bit slow. I hope you don’t mind,” David introduced his master casually.

He can always snap, may it be by accident or not. "The Master will see you two now." Henchman said as he appeared from behind the closed doors. I gave a pitiful sigh as we stood and walked into the meeting room. I just wanted to rest for now, unwind from the haunting image of the Kingdom. Not that I would get much rest do to my traumatic nightmares. But it was still nice to have small breaks. Upon our entry Master had his arms crossed over his chest, back against the back rest of the chair. He appeared displeased.

“By the way, maybe you’re a polyglot Master?” A cold shiver ran down my spine when I looked into his dark eyes and saw the devil glint. Had I guessed right? Was Reive a Master of Necromancy? I gave Reive the once-over again. He looked around thirty. What kind of Master could he be? Masters are usually around fifty. I calmed down and put aside the oily burdock with the wooden skewers. We’d eaten all the meat, and I was ready to forgive this self-satisfied man a little lie. If he wanted to make out he was clever, let him!

He kept the telescope away, and he indifferently said, “God of War, Power of Almighty. If we let go now, we will only lose a tool like Anthony. But if we don’t let it go, I’m afraid that we’ll all be destroyed.” Weiss was shocked. Since he followed his master, he had never heard such timid words from him. In fact, his master had been killing people. On the west coast, he was even so incredible that he could kill anyone. So, he was known as “Master Centipede.” A powerful man like this would also feel frightened. It could be seen how scary the enemy they were facing now. Weiss curiously asked, “Master, isn’t our enemy Madame Quinn? Is this guy so scary?”

But he restrained himself and tried to control himself because he still had respect for his aunt. Next I felt the other person around him. I can't read her aunt's emotion, and maybe it's because of the amulet she was wearing from the White Light Clan. But Yana's cousin named Cerina, I get her real plan with her mother. They have no plans to return what they stole. And they are still lying. I also feel very bad and I suddenly close my eyes to a bad plan they want to make. "Vander, get ready." “Why Master? How did you feel? ”

Grand Old Master Yorks glared at Master Zack and said angrily, "You somehow cheated Jay and got him to be your apprentice. You, you, you... are too cunning. Tell me honestly, did you already know that my baby grandson was coming and deliberately waited by the King’s Seal for him?" Master Zack smiled and said, "Heaven’s secrets must not be revealed to mere mortals." Grand Old Master Yorks stared at Master Zack angrily and muttered, "Didn’t you have a bone to pick with my precious grandson? Why do you want him as your apprentice?"