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In the underground hideout at Joyray’s tavern, there were four chairs around the generously sized table, but Keter was the only one seated. To his side sat Joyray, and behind him stood Dork. Facing them were Sword Demon Balt and his student. And lastly, Six stood behind, quietly observing it all. It was a truly bizarre gathering.
Gulp.
Someone swallowed nervously. It was Dork. He was afraid of Balt—his draping pale blue-white hair, unreadable black eyes, and lifeless lips. Balt casually rested his hand on the hilt at his waist, seeming unguarded at a glance.
My heart hurts even though I’m standing behind Big Brother.
Fearing a predator was a prey’s instinct. And Balt, the apex predator, instilled terror in everyone around him simply by existing in the same space.
Damn it… I thought I’d gotten stronger.
Balt’s gaze was unreadable, but it was obvious who he was focused on: Keter and no one else. Even though Dork knew that, he couldn’t stop imagining Balt’s sword being drawn at any moment, slicing open his chest and ripping out his heart.
Thud!
Suddenly, Keter slammed his fist down on the table.
“Balt. How long are you going to keep staring? Didn’t you say the Godfather left a message?”
“Ha… Ha…”
Dork took a deep breath. He had been so overwhelmed by Balt’s pressure, he...
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